Chapter 1233

Several people didn't sigh for too long. They all knew they came here to solve problems. In the process of visiting the village, Clark first proposed:

"When they went to farm, I didn't see any large machinery. Of course, I also know that Mexico's large-scale mechanized agriculture is concentrated in the northwest, and the agricultural conditions in other places are relatively backward. But even without large-scale mechanized equipment, there should always be machines to help with farming, right? Not even a tractor?"

Oliver crosses his arms, sighs, and says: "Actually, there were some originally, but there were only two, and they were the very old kind of tractors. They were purchased by the village cooperative and rented to individuals for use. But ever since the drug lords controlled the land and planted poppies, the tractors have had no one to maintain them and have been completely scrapped."

"So, is everyone using the most primitive method to plow the land now?" Diana asks.

"That's not quite the case. There are also some large tools." After saying this, Oliver leads several people to a warehouse on the side of the village. The warehouse is the only relatively magnificent building in the village, storing seeds and forage inside.

Just after walking in, Clark sees a familiar machine. It is a small cultivator. Although it looks a bit rusty, it is at least complete, which doesn't affect its use.

Clark walks up and wants to check the machine, but just after walking over, he discovers something wrong. A few ropes are tied to the connection point of the cultivator, and some leather belts are hanging at the very front of the ropes.

Clark slowly widens his eyes. He points to the cultivator and says: "You wouldn't be using cows to pull this thing, would you?"

"How is that possible?" Oliver shrugs. Just as Clark is about to breathe a sigh of relief, Oliver says: "Sometimes we also use horses."

Clark is simply between laughing and crying. He says: "Even if animal power is indeed needed for plowing here, this kind of machine is hung on a tractor. The depth and thickness of the blades are only suitable for high-horsepower tractors. People or cows pulling it simply can't plow to the depth it should have."

Oliver walks up with some surprise, looks at Clark, and asks: "You mean, there is a difference in what pulls this thing?"

"Of course. This thing was originally designed for tractors. You use cows or horses to pull it. One is that the direction of force is wrong, and the other is that the power is not enough."

Clark smiles bitterly and gestures, saying: "When a tractor connects to a cultivator, the connection point can adjust the angle. When plowing, the tractor can also control the lifting or lowering of the cultivator through the parts at the connection point."

"If you want to plow a bit deeper, then let its angle turn this way." Clark straightens his arms and gestures the angle of the cultivator, then continues: "Even if you want to use animals to pull it, the rope is too long. This will cause its angle to be too flat, and the blades can't enter the land, just scratching shallowly on the surface layer."

"If you just scatter the seeds in like this, it's equivalent to putting the seeds under the sun to bake. The seeds can't absorb nutrients and moisture, and they will also be dried out very quickly. The germination rate will be very low, and the yield will of course not be good."

Oliver covers his forehead and says: "These machines were all purchased together with the tractors. The tractor engines are broken, and the locals don't know how to repair them. They think these machines that don't need engines are the same no matter what pulls them, so they switched to using cows and horses, or even people, to pull them."

"This can't be blamed on the locals either." Diana says: "When I first saw this thing, I didn't know what the trick was inside. I didn't even know that sitting on the tractor could adjust its angle, and I thought I had to get off the car to break the parts."

"I think there should still be a tractor." Bruce says: "Can you take me to see those two scrapped tractors?"

"You want to repair them?" Oliver holds the side of the cultivator. He sighs, shakes his head, and says: "I believe you might be able to repair them, but the problem is, having only two tractors is useless."

Clark seems to suddenly remember something and says: "Oh, right, I haven't asked yet. How big is the experimental field you marked out? How much land do we have to plant?"

"This is just experimental planting. I'm afraid that if the stall is spread too large, I won't be able to handle it, so I first marked out 3,000 acres of land."

Clark gasps. He stares at Oliver with wide eyes and says: "You're crazy. Do you know how big 3,000 acres of pure land is? That's more than 1,000 hectares!"

"But we have a total of 70,000 acres of land." Oliver looks at Clark and says seriously: "If possible, I would love to have all 70,000 acres of land planted with food this year. It's precisely because I know it's impossible that I took a step back, preparing to use a small piece of land to try it out first."

Clark's expression gradually becomes heavy. Diana doesn't know much about this aspect, so she walks up to Clark and asks: "What's wrong? Is it very difficult?"

"It's no longer difficult; it's almost impossible." Clark shakes his head and says: "Unless we use our special abilities to plow the land in a few days, and then I fly over and scatter the seeds, otherwise it's almost impossible to complete the spring plowing in such a short time with such primitive working methods."

Clark sniffs and pokes his head out of the door to look at the position of the sun, and says: "This place belongs to a tropical climate. The rainy season will arrive soon. Once the first rain falls, the seeds will almost have no chance to land. We must race against time."

Oliver immediately walks quickly to the door, grabs Clark's arm, and says: "Then what do you think, within our ability, I mean, within the ability of Mexican farmers, how big a piece of land is appropriate?"

Before Clark can answer, Bruce walks to Oliver's side and says: "I think your train of thought is wrong."

"I know, you mean to teach people how to fish. It's meaningless for the three of them to plow the land with superpowers, because Mexican locals don't have superpowers, and they can't stay here to plow the land every year."

"But not using superpowers doesn't mean you have to do it completely by yourself. Now time is tight, the task is heavy, and the starting point is low, but you want good results. In this situation, it's impossible not to borrow external force. You need a batch of startup supplies. Even if these supplies aren't available every year, as long as the dilemma of the first year is solved, self-sufficiency will be much easier."

Oliver pats his forehead and says: "That's true. I was too anxious. I wanted them to master the method of planting good fields quickly, but if there aren't even teaching tools, being anxious is useless."

In the somewhat dim room, Oliver sees a light called wisdom in Bruce's eyes. He is unconsciously attracted by Bruce's blue eyes, and then he hears Bruce ask:

"What about the people who aided you before?"

"They said they would wait for my news... You mean, let them come to provide us with this startup capital?"

"That's right." Bruce turns to look at Hal and says: "Do you remember what I said before? This is a good time to test their abilities and true colors."

"Then what do we want? Tractors?" Hal asks.

"No, we want engines."

In the office on the top floor of Wayne Tower, Thomas holds a report and frowns. He reads in a low voice: "... engines?"

"That's right, that's what the other side said." The male manager opposite also frowns and says: "Not weapons, not food, and not even cars. They want engines, and they specifically pointed out that they want high-horsepower engines."

"What do they want to do?" Thomas still says in a low voice. He is not asking a question, but clearing his own train of thought.

"They should know that we can't provide them with military engines. Then, the most common application of engines in the civilian market is vehicles. But if they need transportation, they can directly ask for money to buy cars. Even for some special vehicles, they can ask for the cars themselves, rather than asking for the engines."

"If they get the engines, there's no way a place like Mexico can have the conditions to manufacture other parts of the vehicles for them. Their industrial development is incomplete, and they don't have the ability to produce and manufacture other parts of the vehicles."

"Then dismantle the engines, crack the technology, and produce them themselves?" The female CEO asks.

But soon, she realizes she said something stupid. She smiles somewhat awkwardly and says: "If they had that ability, they wouldn't need us to support them with weapons."

The male manager shakes his head and says: "You might not know much about this aspect. Even if you have the technology for engines, what about the materials? What about the manufacturing process? What about the production line?"

"For cars all over the world, engines can be dismantled. Have you seen any small country pull out a car exactly the same as a big manufacturer out of thin air? The production line is the key problem."

Thomas exhales and says: "If they want to crack the engines, they should ask for the technology directly. If they want to use the engines, they should ask for the finished products directly. Unless, the engine is not the key, but just a kind of symbol."

"You mean..."

"The kind of engines we give them represents our ability and attitude."

Thomas leans back on the back of the sofa, places his hand on one side of the sofa back, and says: "If the horsepower of the engines we give them is not high enough, it means we are worried about them mastering out-of-spec force. If we give them engines of finished brands, it means our group has no industrial production ability, or simply doesn't value them."

Thomas slowly squints his eyes and says: "It seems, this time, we have run into a smart person."

On the third day after the information requesting aid was sent out, Oliver received quite a few responses, asking him to go to the previous rendezvous point to pick up the goods. Hal flew over directly and used Green Lantern energy to bring everything back.

Each family sent more than one engine, but for Bruce's convenience in identification, Hal took one of each and placed them on the floor of the warehouse.

Bruce saw many engines of finished brands at a glance. Even without the labels, he could roughly guess which family they belonged to. Some came from the United States, and some came from Europe.

Bruce looked at them roughly and let Hal put these engines away. There were a few left that each had its own characteristics.

Bruce first looked at a gray-white engine. Its volume was not too large, and although the horsepower was high, it was not exaggerated. More importantly, this thing was directly suitable for tractors, and it could even be said that it could be used as soon as it was installed. All the other engines were more suitable for ordinary vehicles.

"It seems we have met a smart person." Bruce commented: "They saw where we wanted to use the engines. He saw that Oliver is a good person who sincerely wants to improve the situation of farmers, and expressed a certain amount of support through this engine."

He turns to look at Oliver and says: "Good news, we will have a relatively reliable ally."

Afterward, Bruce casts his gaze on a huge box that was the most eye-catching on the scene. This thing was almost seven or eight times larger than the previous engine, almost reaching the roof of the warehouse.

Clark flies up and dismantles the box. The moment Bruce sees the machine, he is stunned in place with some shock.

That could also be said to be an engine, but Bruce knows its other name—the Ark Reactor.

Bruce's thoughts are like lightning. Instantly, he reads out a name: "... Luthor."