Chapter 1206

The sheds of the Kent farm are modern integrated sheds, in which cows and pigs are in the same space. Because the number of cows is relatively small, counting the calves, there are only five, while the number of pigs is relatively large, occupying more than half of the space. The position of these two shared sheds is just enough.

Cows and pigs are not the main source of output for the Kent farm. The most important thing in the entire farm is sheep. There are more than two hundred sheep in the Kent farm, half of which are sheep that produce wool, and the other half are meat sheep, divided into two sheepfolds.

Originally, in the last mating season, more than one hundred ewes were pregnant, but most of the lambs had already been sold.

The breed selected by the Kent farm is very excellent, so the young are very popular. This is the main source of income for the farm in terms of animal husbandry, so Jonathan only kept two lambs, which are now staying with their mothers.

Bruce lay outside the door of the shed and looked in. Both young ones were already asleep. The lambs were not just born; they had already grown quite a bit, so they were fluffy and looked very cute. Clark walked into the shed, held one out, and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce didn't know how to hold a lamb, but he knew how to hold Aisha, so he supported the lamb's waist and held it in his arms. The warmth of the young life body temperature raised his body temperature, making him even sleepier.

Afterward, they saw calves in the cattle shed. The calves were much more lively, constantly spinning in the shed, stepping on the ground with their four hooves in turn.

Seeing Clark walk over, the calf instinctively retreated, seeming a bit afraid. Clark showed an embarrassed expression and said: "You might not believe it, but animals are a bit afraid of me. I'm much more useful than a sheepdog."

A scene of Clark running and driving sheep back to the sheepfold appeared in Bruce's mind. He almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face again.

Bruce reached out, touched the moist nose of the calf through the fence. That coolness made him wake up a bit, so he turned to ask Clark: "Didn't you say you wanted to do farm work? Where is the forage?"

Clark looked him up and down and said: "Do you really want to do it? Your wounds haven't healed yet. You go to the haystack over there and stay, sleep for a while is also fine. When you wake up, the work will be done."

"I didn't come out to sleep." Bruce shook his head, refused him, carried the nail rake, and began to walk to the other side of the shed. Clark closed the door of the cattle shed and asked him: "Where are you going?"

"Judging by the architectural structure, that building at the very edge we just passed should be the warehouse. I'm going to work." Bruce answered without looking back.

Clark seemed a bit helpless. He directly gathered his strength, soared into the air, and then hugged Bruce's waist, taking him into the air.

Clark flew and brought Bruce to the high haystack beside him. After putting him there, he said: "I won't let you mess around. This is not only for your body's sake, but also for the forage we worked so hard to collect. You have to watch me do it once before you can do it yourself."

Bruce showed a disapproving expression, sat cross-legged on the highest haystack, crossed his arms, and stared at Clark in mid-air.

"This is a special position to prevent the Bat-Cat from cracking down on crimes while I'm working. It can't get down, let alone you."

After finishing, Clark shrugged, picked up the nail rake beside Bruce, and went to prepare the forage.

Bruce looked at the surrounding environment. He discovered that Clark was right. This place was very high, and there was no platform for slow descent. With a cat's jumping ability, the possibility of successfully escaping was not great, let alone a human's.

Bruce originally intended to call Clark, but he discovered that Clark was very busy. For a while, he pushed in a haystack compressed into a roll, and for a while, he pushed it out. For a while, he used a hay fork and a nail rake to load forage onto a small cart, and for a while, he took the forage down.

In just a few minutes, Clark went back and forth more than a dozen times. The repetitive and regular actions were always so hypnotic. After watching for a few minutes, Bruce felt that his eyelids were already unable to open.

This wasn't actually a comfortable sleeping environment. The haystack was too hard and carried a strange smell, mixed with the stench of livestock manure and the smell of rotting wood from the shed roof, making people feel as if their sense of smell was lost in an instant.

Bruce didn't know where his sense of security came from, sleeping in an environment he would definitely have judged as a high-altitude dangerous environment before.

Perhaps it was Clark's overly powerful strength that gave any weak human extra confidence. Bruce didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Bruce faced the dazzling sunlight. The bright morning light shone on his quilt through the curtains that weren't pulled tight, making that line very hot.

Bruce squinted his eyes. His brain hadn't fully booted up yet when Jonathan had already carried a cup of hot milk to the bedside table where Bruce was resting in the attic. The middle-aged father wearing glasses put the milk on the bedside table and said to him:

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night? When Clark carried you back, we thought something happened to you. Fortunately, you were just asleep."

Bruce felt somewhat embarrassed. Perhaps because two strong men were squeezed into the narrow attic space, even if Jonathan didn't have any aggressive posture, this made Bruce feel unsafe.

After he had this thought, Jonathan immediately took two steps back, retreated to the stairs of the attic, only revealing a head, and said to Bruce with a smile: "You can sleep for a while longer. Breakfast will be ready soon. I'll let Clark come to call you later."

After Jonathan left, Bruce didn't feel any sleepiness. He turned his head and looked at the clock hanging above his head. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was also 7 o'clock when they went to the shed last night, which meant he had slept for nearly 12 hours.

Bruce climbed out of bed somewhat hurriedly. He discovered that he was wearing the pajamas he brought in his suitcase, but his original clothes were gone. Placed at the bedside was a set of Clark's clothes, with soft material and a flat surface. When held in his hand, they were still a bit hot, looking like they had just been ironed.

Clark was only a bit taller than Bruce, but he was much stronger. Bruce could be considered very strong among human males, but Clark was strong in a way that didn't look human.

Bruce didn't think much and changed his clothes. Just as he walked down the stairs, Martha let out an exclamation.

"My God, look at him! What a handsome young man! I knew it, you definitely fit this baseball shirt. This was bought by me for Clark before he went to college. It's still not out of style even now!"

Bruce instinctively turned his head to the side. He really couldn't adapt to Martha's enthusiasm, but soon, he experienced how much more enthusiastic Martha could be, or rather, this wasn't enthusiasm, just the instinct of this lady.

Martha walked to Bruce's front as fast as she could, went around behind him, reached out to tidy his collar, and patted Bruce on the back of the head, signaling him to lower his head so she could choose the right position for the collar.

But as soon as he lowered his head, the bandage wrapped around his neck became even more obvious. Bruce waited for a long time but didn't find any change in the position of his collar. When he turned his head, he found that Martha was covering her mouth and shedding tears.

"Oh, it's okay, don't mind me." Martha sniffed and said: "Clark wanted to change your pajamas last night. He hoped I would prepare a set of new clothes, so I found his clothes and sent them to the attic."

"Clark just took off your top, and I saw the terrible wounds on your body. I was so scared I almost fell down the attic stairs... No matter who it is, they shouldn't suffer such a disaster. This is really too terrible."

Martha walked to Bruce's front again to tidy his collar and then said: "I often urge the children in the small town that no matter how they struggle outside, before fighting with others, they should think about how many tears their wounds will make their parents shed."

"If a person's goal of hard struggle is not to make themselves and their family happy, but to make themselves painful and their family worried, what is the meaning of the struggle?"

Bruce looked at her somewhat silently. He rarely saw so many emotions piled up on one person's face. The people he often dealt with were accustomed to avoiding showing their emotions, trying their best not to show any color, and being able to see one emotion on their faces was a rare thing.

But what surprised Bruce even more was that Martha didn't immerse herself in this sad emotion for too long. In less than ten seconds, she wiped the tear-filled hands on her apron, showed a smile, and then said: "You must not let Clark know I cried again. I cried once last night, and both of them felt terrible."

Martha wiped her tear-filled hands on her apron and turned back to the kitchen, turning her head to say to Bruce as she walked: "You suffered such a serious injury, you must be hungry quickly. Breakfast will be ready soon. I added two more dishes this morning. If you can't finish them, you can eat them at noon..."

Bruce stood where he was, not knowing what he was thinking, but after a while, he heard faint sounds coming from behind the stairs, seemingly Clark making a phone call.

"Oh, is that so? That is indeed a bit troublesome. You city people definitely don't understand things like the harvest season of agricultural products. How about this, I'll go back to Metropolis..."

"But it's a bit troublesome. A good friend of mine is recuperating at my house. He suffered some injuries, or rather, he was seriously injured and needs someone to take care of him. If I don't accompany him, he will be very sad..."

"Of course, I am also very happy to do so. In fact, this is the best solution. But are you sure that curator can stand the farm environment?"

"Oh, Lois, I'm not saying you city people are delicate, it's just that these art people are inevitably a bit... Is that so? So magical? If that's the case, then of course I welcome it. Good, good, I will go pick her up..."

After Clark hung up the phone, he walked out. Seeing Bruce, he said: "The farm has another new guest."

"My colleague Lois at the Metropolis newspaper office just called me and said she has a friend who originally worked at the Metropolis Museum and has now taken over the exhibition planning work for the largest agricultural product fair in Metropolis. Lois is responsible for reporting on this agricultural product fair."

"But from the exhibition team to the newspaper office, no one understands agricultural products, and they don't understand the development of agriculture in the Metropolis area. They know I come from a farm family and hope to get some help from me."

"If you weren't here, I could have flown back to Metropolis directly. But they heard that I have a friend here, so they plan to come to the farm to visit, and they can also accumulate some practical experience, because Kansas is also a benchmark area for holding agricultural product fairs."

Bruce nodded, indicating he understood. But Clark scratched his head and said: "I'm not very clear about what kind of person Lois's curator friend is, but I heard she is engaged in art. I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of person. They will arrive this afternoon. Can you accompany me to pick them up?"

Bruce nodded again. Clark handed over a piece of paper with a string of contact numbers on it, and also a name: Metropolis Museum Curator—"Diana Prince."