In front of the huge tractor, the figures of the two young people were very small.

Both Clark and Bruce looked up at the huge mechanical vehicle, Bruce covered the wound on his neck, lowered his head, turned to Clark and said, "Are we really going to drive this thing to town?" ”

"Yes, we only have that choice." Unfazed, Clark walked to the side of the vehicle and began to check the fuel tank, and when he found that the amount of fuel was not enough, he brought in another oil drum and began to fill it.

"Don't you have a normal family car?" Bruce asked very tactfully, and he looked at the garage, which was a little messy because of the piles of haystacks.

However, after a trip to the slums, Bruce has a general idea of what life would be like for ordinary people.

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

The Kent family's farm is very large, with farmland, pasture, woodland, reserves, creeks and jerky processing lines, and has been passed down for four generations, with a long history, stable output, and strong monetization, and it is arguably the leader of the small town of Smallville, and the best in the whole of Kansas.

His father, Jonathan Kent, was a well-known farmer in Kansas and an opinion leader for farmers in southern Kansas, and often traveled to the Kansas legislature to advocate for the rights of farmers, and he spoke better than many legislators.

Clark's mother, Martha, is also the vice president of the Kansas Women's Federation, and is responsible for exchanging information on agricultural prices, seasonal weather, and the timing of secondary crop yields, and everyone trusts her.

If the Kent family were to be described in a slightly old-fashioned way, they would be the squires of the Kansas area, stable, wealthy, and vocal, not at all poor.

Bruce had imagined farm life before coming here, and in his opinion, such a family should be quite wealthy, if not as good as the Wayne family, but also rich and rich.

And after coming here, after coming to the farm, Bruce found that the land was quite large, and there was plenty of grass and fodder, but the living conditions of people could only be said to be unsatisfactory, and there was a certain gap between them and wealth.

The whole Kent farm is missing a corner of the square, because it was built early, so the house where the Kent family lives is a three-story stone old house, which was renovated decades ago, and the home decoration is also American country style.

To the right of the villa is a steel townhouse, built in recent years, with a barn, mill and utility warehouse on the left, and opposite the entrance to the pasture, lined with cattle pens, chicken coops, pigsty and sheepfolds.

It's not that Bruce doesn't hate that Clark doesn't have a car, it's mainly that the row of garages gives him the illusion that there is a car parked in every room in the garage, just like there is a Batmobile in every parking lot in his Batcave.

It wasn't until Clark grabbed Bruce's arm and helped him get into the passenger seat of the tractor that he started the tractor and said, "Cars are just tools of production on the farm, they have to be useful to be valuable." ”

"I know that a lot of rich kids in the city like to buy a lot of luxury cars and park them in the garage to show off, but a lot of things on the farm are very dependent on cash flow, and when you buy something, you have to use it right away, and even a little delay can lead to not having enough money to buy seeds, or not paying the shearing workers."

Bruce nodded, feeling the vibration of the tractor beneath him, and until this point, he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

And when the tractor drove off the concrete floor near the garage, the first mud bump it crossed caused Bruce's head to almost hit the steel frame next to it.

"Be careful, hold on! This thing is more practical and may really lack a bit of enjoyment. Clark said, holding the joystick.

"You're such a good journalist." Bruce grabbed the handle next to him, looked at Clark and said.

Kent Farm is some distance from the town, half of which is a flat road that has been repaired, and half of which is dirt road.

When the tractor drives over the dirt road, it is a bit like a washing machine on the highest grade, and the main thing is a combination of a push-back feeling and a sense of weightlessness.

Bruce was a little upset, and while he tried to stabilize his body's center of gravity, he looked at Clark and said, "Why is the road only halfway built?" Even if it's a small town, it doesn't even have this money, right? ”

"The underground water veins are too shallow, and the roads built before will crack due to soaking in the rainy season, and the town has thought of a lot of ways, and our family has also paid for it, but it can't be solved, so we can only endure it."

Clark was concentrating on driving, and he slowed down when he saw that Bruce was uncomfortable, so the torment of the journey was longer.

And at the same time, another problem bothering Bruce was that it was too sunny.

The sunshine in Kansas isn't particularly outrageous, but in any case, it's certainly much better than Gotham, and Bruce is a native of Gotham, no different from a vampire, and he finds that he is not used to normal sunlight.

He squinted his eyes and covered them with his hands in front of them, his eyebrows and eyes squeezed together, looked at Clark and said, "Don't you really feel sunburned?" ”

Clark laughed happily and said, "That's why they call us Rednecks, the farm is very sunny, and if you ever saw Jonathan during the planting season, you'd call him that." ”

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

"Fuck off, here's my hat!" The batcat roared.

"No, Xiaobu, don't do this, he's a sick person, we have to take care of him." With that, Clark took off the hat on his head and buckled it on Bruce's head.

Bruce adjusted the position of the hat, and Clark looked up at him and said, "Did you just want to say, 'I'll pay for the hat'?" ”

"I didn't." Bruce immediately denied it and tilted his head to the side.

"Of course you have, although I'm not Batman, but I know what you think, and when Boo first brought us back a huge live fish from the creek, I knew that you always like to measure the value of everything in terms of material."

"Wait!" Bruce said, "There's fish in the creek next to your house, so why are we going to buy fish?" ”

"Because none of us can catch fish, except for Xiaobu, if you don't worry about the cat's saliva, we can continue to eat fish tomorrow."

"Forget it." Bruce said, shaking his head.

The tractor finally reached the flat road, which was lined with freshly sown spring wheat and windbreak trees planted on the edge of the fields in the bright and brilliant sunlight.

The roar of the tractor engine has also become a hymn to spring, singing louder and louder as the sun tilts.

Bruce turned his head suddenly, he lowered the brim of his hat to look at Clark and said, "...... Don't you tan? ”

"Sunlight is my energy." Clark looked ahead at the tractor and said, "I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone that my power comes from the sun." ”

Clark was about to turn his head to look at Bruce when he felt something more on top of his head, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Bruce who had buckled the straw hat back on his head.

Bruce withdrew his arm and squinted his eyes again, some of the hot sunlight shining on the wounds on the side of his neck and shoulder, making the subtle pain even more intense, but at the same time the blood flowing through it seemed to come back to life.

"I'll wear half the road, you wear half the road, that's right." Bruce spoke.

The scorching sun rippled the air, everything brightly blurred the outline, and everyone greeted Clark as the tractor drove up to the entrance to the town.

Clark was like a big star, waving his hand on the left and nodding on the right, not minding the disparity in size between the tractor he was driving and the family car next to him.

But Bruce looked a little uncomfortable, even a little nervous, he leaned over the window and looked at the car below and said, "I think you should drive a little to the right, you're going to touch their rearview mirror, no, no, drive slower, turn right......"

"Don't be so nervous, it's not Gotham, there's not so much traffic and rear-end accidents." Clark didn't care at all.

Just as Bruce turned his head back to look ahead, he noticed that there was also a tractor coming in front of him, and to his surprise, it was a Lamborghini.

When passing by this tractor, Bruce's eyes could hardly take off it, and he had to admit that the big guy who had just passed was much more impactful than the luxury car of the same brand.

"Cool, right?" Clark smiled and said: "That's a big guy who came to us to open a farm and experience life, I know what you want to say, no one laughs at him, who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor?" Don't you want to? ”

Bruce opened his mouth for a moment, he just wanted to say that he didn't want to, but he couldn't speak when he thought of the domineering appearance, the majestic appearance, and the smooth and graceful body lines.

He thought that the tractor that Clark was driving was big enough, and the tractor of the Kent family was already a pretty good brand, and it looked like it was newly bought in the past two years, and all kinds of accessories were very complete, and it looked very industrial.

However, if the reference is a Lamborghini tractor, it is a little insufficient.

Bruce turned his head and looked at Clark from above his eyes, he remembered what Clark had said, the car was just a production tool, it didn't have to be so good, it was enough, but he still saw a trace of envy in Clark's eyes.

There's no man who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor, and if there were buckets and excavators, it would be insane to get anything in exchange.

As the rumbling tractor drove up to the entrance of the market, Clark explained, "This is the largest market in Smallville, with all the produce from about dozens of farms around the town, as well as fresh food from the nearby river, and a thrift market over there. ”

Following the direction of Clark's finger, Bruce put his hand above his eyes again, and looked over there, where the traditional bazaar was bustling with people, most of whom were farmers from the surrounding farms, like Clark.

Clark parked the tractor in the designated spot, and Bruce looked left and right to realize that driving the tractor was not even outrageous, and there were all kinds of agricultural vehicles parked in the parking space, and even a horse and two alpacas.

After getting off the tractor, Clark and Bruce rushed to the fresh market, where he bought two extremely fresh live bass before the last fishmongers closed their stalls.

Because Clark also had to drive a tractor, he handed the live fish to Bruce very easily, and Bruce also took the tail of the fish very easily.

Then he was slapped by the perch that rose into the air.