Chapter 1203

In front of the huge tractor, the two young figures were set off as very small.

Clark and Bruce both looked up at this huge mechanical vehicle. Bruce clutched the wound on his neck, lowered his head back, turned to look at Clark, and said: "Are we really going to drive this thing to town?"

"Yes, we only have this choice." Clark didn't care at all. He walked to the side of the vehicle, began to check the fuel tank, and after finding that the fuel level was insufficient, he brought over a fuel drum and began to pour fuel.

"Don't you have a normal family car?" Bruce asked very tactfully. He looked at the scene in the garage; there were quite a few haystacks piled here, so it looked a bit messy.

However, after experiencing the trip to the slums, Bruce already had a general understanding of the lives of ordinary people.

Clark's family actually belongs to the middle class, even more stable and wealthy than the average middle class.

The Kent farm is very large, with farmland, pastures, forest land, protected areas, small streams, and a jerky processing production line. It has been passed down for four generations, has a long history, stable output, and strong liquidity, which can be said to be the leader of Smallville town and also a leader in the entire state of Kansas.

His father, Jonathan Kent, is a very famous farm owner in Kansas and also an opinion leader for farm owners in southern Kansas. He often goes to the Kansas legislature to fight for the rights of farm owners, and his words are even more useful than many legislators.

Clark's mom, Martha, is also the vice president of the Kansas Women's Federation, mainly responsible for exchanging agricultural product price information, seasonal weather, and the timing of secondary crop production. Everyone trusts this lady very much.

If one uses slightly old-fashioned vocabulary to describe the Kent family, then they can be called the gentry of the Kansas region—stable, wealthy, and having a say, not at all in the poor class.

Before coming here, Bruce had also imagined farm life. In his view, such a family should be quite wealthy, even if it couldn't compare to the Wayne family, it should be generous and have a surplus.

And after coming here, after coming to the farm, Bruce discovered that the land was quite generous, and various pastures and feed also had a surplus, but the conditions for people to live could only be said to be barely satisfactory, and there was still a certain gap from wealth.

The entire Kent farm is a square missing a corner. Because it was built early, the old-fashioned stone villa where the Kent family lives is a three-story building that was renovated decades ago, and the home decor is also American country style.

To the right of the villa is a steel row garage, which was built in recent years. The granary, mill, and miscellaneous warehouse are on the left, opposite is the entrance to the pasture, and the cattle shed, chicken coop, pigsty, and sheepfold are lined up on both sides.

Bruce wasn't disgusted that Clark's family didn't have a car; it was mainly that the row of garages gave him an illusion. He thought that every garage had a car parked in it, just like every parking space in his Batcave had a Batmobile parked in it.

Until Clark pulled Bruce's arm to help him board the tractor's passenger seat, he started the tractor while saying: "Cars are just production tools on the farm. They must be useful to have value."

"I know many rich kids in the city like to buy many luxury cars and park them in the garage to show off, but many things on the farm rely on cash flow. A thing must be put to use immediately after being bought. Even if there is a little delay, it might lead to not having enough money to buy seeds, or not being able to pay the shearers."

Bruce nodded, feeling the vibration from the tractor. Until this moment, he still hadn't realized the severity of the problem.

And when the tractor drove out of the cement ground near the garage, the first mud bump it passed made Bruce's head almost hit the steel frame beside him.

"Be careful, hold on tight! This thing values practical value more, so it might indeed lack a bit of experience in terms of enjoyment." Clark said while holding the joystick.

"You are really a good reporter." Bruce held the handle beside him and looked at Clark.

The Kent farm is a distance from the town. Half of this distance is a flat highway that has already been repaired, and half is a mud road.

When the tractor drove over the mud road, it was a bit like driving into a washing machine on the highest setting. The main theme was a combination of push-back feeling and weightlessness.

Bruce was shaken until he wanted to vomit. He tried hard to stabilize his body's center of gravity while looking at Clark and saying: "Why is the road only half repaired? Even if it's a small town, it shouldn't be that they don't even have this bit of money, right?"

"The groundwater vein is too shallow. The road repaired before would crack because of soaking whenever the rainy season came. The town thought of many ways, and our family also paid money, but we couldn't solve it, so we just had to endure it."

Clark focused on driving. He saw that Bruce was a bit uncomfortable, so he slowed down. Thus, the torture time for this journey was even longer.

And at the same time, another problem plagued Bruce, which was that it was truly too sunny here.

The sunshine in Kansas isn't actually particularly outrageous, but no matter what, it's definitely much stronger than Cat Getan. Bruce is a native Gothamite and is no different from a vampire. He discovered that he was already unable to adapt to normal sunlight.

He squinted his eyes, put his hand in front of his eyes, and squeezed his brows together, looking at Clark and saying: "Don't you really feel it's sunny?"

Clark laughed happily and said: "This is why they call us rednecks. Farms are very sunny. If you had seen Jonathan during the sowing season, you would also call him that."

Bruce instinctively reached out to take the hat placed on Clark's lap, but as soon as the hat was lifted, a cat darted out from underneath and bit Bruce on the wrist.

"Get away, this is my hat!" the Bat-Cat roared.

"No, Little B, don't be like this. He is a patient. We have to take care of him." After finishing, Clark took off the hat on his head and put it on Bruce's head.

Bruce adjusted the position of the hat. Clark looked up at him and said: "Were you just about to say, 'I will pay the hat usage fee'?"

"I didn't," Bruce denied immediately and turned his head to the side.

"Of course you did. Although I'm not Batman, I know how you think. When Little B first brought back a huge live fish from the creek for us, I knew you always like to measure the value of everything with material things."

"Wait!" Bruce said: "There are fish in the creek next to your house, so why do we have to buy fish?"

"Because none of us know how to catch fish, except for Little B. If you aren't worried about cat saliva, we can continue to eat fish tomorrow."

"Forget it," Bruce shook his head and said.

The tractor finally drove onto the flat highway. In the bright and brilliant sunlight, there was spring wheat just sown on both sides of the road, as well as windbreak forests planted on the edge of the fields.

The roar of the tractor engine also turned into a hymn of spring, singing louder and louder with the tilt of the sunlight.

Bruce suddenly turned his head. He lowered the brim of his hat and looked at Clark, saying: "... Aren't you sunny?"

"Sunshine is my energy." Clark said while operating the tractor looking ahead: "I'll tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else. My strength comes precisely from the sun."

Just as Clark was about to turn his head to look at Bruce, he felt something extra on his head. He looked up and found it was Bruce putting the straw hat back on his head.

Bruce retracted his arm and squinted his eyes again. The somewhat scorching sunlight shone on the wounds on his neck and shoulders, making that subtle pain become more intense, but at the same time, the blood flowing through there seemed to come alive again.

"I'll wear it for half the road, you wear it for half the road. That's just right." Bruce said.

The scorching sun baked the air into ripples, and everything brightened and blurred its contours. When the tractor drove to the entrance of the small town, everyone was greeting Clark.

Clark was like a big star, waving his hands on the left and nodding on the right, not minding at all the huge contrast in size between the tractor he was driving and the family cars beside him.

But Bruce seemed a bit uncomfortable, even a bit nervous. He turned his body toward the car window, looked at the cars below, and said: "I think you should drive a bit to the right. You are going to hit their rearview mirror. No, no, drive slower, turn right..."

"Don't be so nervous. This isn't Cat Getan; there aren't that many traffic jams and rear-end accidents." Clark didn't care at all.

Just as Bruce turned his head back to look ahead, he discovered that a tractor was also driving toward them. What made him feel even more surprised was that this tractor was a Lamborghini.

When passing by this big guy, Bruce's gaze couldn't leave it at all. He had to admit that the big guy that just passed by had more impact than the luxury cars of the same brand.

"Cool, right?" Clark smiled and said: "That's a rich guy who came here to experience farm life. I know what you want to say. No one laughs at him. Who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor? Don't you want one?"

Bruce opened his mouth. He just wanted to say he didn't want one, but thinking of that domineering appearance, mighty and majestic shape, and smooth and beautiful body lines, he couldn't speak.

He originally thought that the tractor Clark was driving was already big enough. The Kent family's tractor is a quite good brand, and it looks like it was bought new in the last two years, with all kinds of accessories, looking very aesthetically industrial.

But if the reference object is a Lamborghini tractor, it is slightly insufficient.

Bruce turned his head and looked at Clark from above his eyes. He remembered what Clark said—that cars are just production tools and don't need to be that good, just enough to use. But he still saw a trace of envy in Clark's eyes.

No man wouldn't want a Lamborghini tractor. If there were also a shovel bucket and an excavator, that would be crazy. He wouldn't trade it for anything.

The rumbling tractor drove to the entrance of the market. Clark introduced: "This is the largest market in Smallville, with agricultural products from dozens of farms around the small town, as well as river fresh food caught in nearby rivers. In addition, there is a second-hand market over there."

Following the direction of Clark's finger, Bruce put his hand above his eyes again and looked toward that side. The traditional market was bustling with noise and excitement, and most of them were farmers like Clark from surrounding farms.

Clark parked the tractor in the designated position. Bruce looked around and discovered that driving a tractor here wasn't even considered very outrageous. Various agricultural vehicles were parked in the parking spaces, and there were even a horse and two alpacas.

After getting off the tractor, Clark pulled Bruce and rushed to the fresh food market without stopping, and bought two extremely fresh live bass before the last batch of fishmongers closed their stalls.

Because Clark still had to drive the tractor, he very smoothly handed the live fish to Bruce, and Bruce also very smoothly took the fish tail.

And then he was slapped by the bass that jumped up.