Kent Farm's barn is a modern integrated barn, in which the cows and pigs are in the same space, because the number of cattle is relatively small, counting the calves is only five, and the number of pigs is relatively large, to occupy more than half of the space, the position of these two pens is just enough.

Neither cattle nor pigs are the main source of output on the Kent farm, the most important thing in the whole farm is sheep, and there are more than 200 sheep in the Kent farm, half of which are wool-producing sheep and the other half are meat sheep, divided into two sheepfolds.

Originally, more than 100 ewes were pregnant during the last mating season, but most of the lambs had already been sold.

The Kent's breeds are so good that the cubs are in high demand, and the farm is the main source of income for animal husbandry, so Jonathan left only two lambs with their mothers.

Bruce lay out of the door of the barn and looked in, the two cubs were already asleep, and the little lamb was not new, but had grown up a lot, so it was fluffy. Looking very cute, Clark walked into the barn, picked one up, and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce didn't know how to hold the lamb, but he knew how to hold Aisha, so he dragged the little lamb by the waist and carried it into his arms, and the warmth of the young life body temperature made his body temperature rise and make him even more sleepy.

Then they saw the calf in the pen, and the calf was much more lively, constantly moving around the barn, with its four hooves taking turns on the ground.

Seeing Clark coming, the calf instinctively stepped back, as if he was a little scared, Clark showed an embarrassed look and said, "You may not believe it, the animals are a little afraid of me, I am much more effective than a sheepdog." ”

Bruce's mind conjured up a scene of Lark driving the sheep back to the pen, and he almost didn't hold back the expression on his face.

Bruce reached out and touched the calf's moist nose through the fence, the coldness sobered him up a little, so he turned to Clark and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to do farm work?" Where is the forage? ”

Clark interrupted him up and down and said, "You don't really want to do it, do you?" You can't get better yet, you can go and stay on the haystack over there, and sleep for a while, and when you wake up, the work will be done. ”

"I didn't come out to sleep." Bruce shook his head, rejected him, and began to walk to the other side of the barn with a nail rake, and Clark asked him as he closed the door to the cattle pen, "Where are you going?" ”

"Judging by the structure of the building, the most marginal building we just passed by should be the warehouse, and I am going to work." Bruce replied without looking back.

Clark looked a little helpless, he directly took off into the air with a charge, and then hugged Bruce's waist and flew with him.

Clark flew and took Bruce to the tall haystack next to him, and after placing him there, he said, "I'm not going to let you mess around, it's not just for your body, it's for the sake of the forage we've worked so hard to collect, you'll have to watch me do it before you can do it yourself." ”

With a disapproving expression, Bruce sat cross-legged on the highest haystack, staring at Clark in mid-air with his arms crossed.

"It's a special place to prevent batcats from fighting crime while I'm working, and it can't even get down, let alone you."

With that, Clark shrugged his shoulders, picked up the nail rake beside Bruce, and went to prepare the hay.

Bruce looked around and realized that Clark was right, it was very high, and there was no jumping platform that could descend slowly, and with the jumping power of a cat, it was unlikely that he would succeed in escaping, let alone a person.

Bruce was going to stop Clark, but he found that Clark was busy, pushing in the haystack compressed into a roll, pushing it out again, loading the cart with pitchforks and nail rakes, and getting the hay down.

In just a few minutes, Clark went back and forth a dozen times, repeating and regular movements, always so hypnotic, that after a few minutes of watching it, Bruce felt that his eyelids could no longer be opened.

It wasn't a comfortable place to sleep, the haystacks were too hard and smelled strange, mixed with the smell of animal manure and the rotting wood on the roof of the barn, making it seem as if the sense of smell had lost for a moment.

Bruce didn't know where he got his sense of security, sleeping in a place that he would definitely have judged to be a high-altitude hazard environment before.

Perhaps it was Clark's overpower that would give any weak human extra confidence, and Bruce didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Bruce was faced with the glare of the sun, and the bright morning light shone through the undrawn curtains on his quilt, burning the line hot.

Bruce's eyes were wrinkled, and before his brain was fully turned on, Jonathan had already walked up to the attic where Bruce was resting with a glass of hot milk, and the middle-aged father with glasses put the milk on Bruce's bedside table and said to him:

"Good morning, how did you sleep last night? When Clark brought you back, we thought something had happened to you, but luckily you just fell asleep. ”

Bruce felt a little embarrassed, perhaps because of the two strong men crammed into the cramped attic space, which made Bruce feel unsafe even if Jonathan didn't make any aggressive gestures.

As soon as he had this thought, Jonathan immediately took two steps back, retreated to the stairs of the attic, showed only one head, and said to Bruce with a smile: "You can sleep a little longer, breakfast will be right away, and I'll have Clark call you later." ”

Bruce didn't feel sleepy after Jonathan left, he turned his head to look at the clock hanging above his head, it was 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was 7 o'clock last night before they went to the barn, which meant that he had slept for nearly 12 hours.

Bruce got up from the bed in a hurry, he found that he was wearing the pajamas he brought in his suitcase, but his original clothes were missing, and on the head of the bed was a set of Clarke's clothes, the material was soft, the surface was flat, and it was still a little hot when he held it in his hand, and it looked like it had just been ironed.

Clark was only a little taller than Bruce, but much stronger than him, Bruce was already very strong among human males, but Clark was not as strong as a human.

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

"Oh my God, look at him! What a handsome awesome guy! I knew you would fit this baseball shirt, which I bought for Clark when he was still in college, and it's still out of date! ”

Bruce instinctively tilted his head to the side, he really couldn't quite adapt to Martha's enthusiasm, but quickly. He realized how enthusiastic Martha could be, or if it wasn't enthusiasm, it was just the lady's instinct.

Martha walked quickly up to Bruce, circled behind him again, reached out to straighten his collar, and patted Bruce on the back of the head with her hand, motioning for him to lower his head so she could pick the collar in the right place.

But as soon as he lowered his head, the bandage around his neck became even more obvious, and Bruce waited for a long time without realizing that the position of his collar had changed, and when he turned around, he found that Martha was covering her mouth and shedding tears.

"Oh, it's okay, leave me alone." Martha sniffled and said, "Clark was going to change your pajamas last night, and he wanted me to prepare a new set of clothes, so I found his clothes and sent them to the attic." ”

"Clark had just taken off your shirt when I saw the horrible wounds on your body, and I was so frightened that I almost fell down the attic stairs...... No one should deserve this, it's really terrible. ”

Martha went up to Bruce again to straighten his collar and said, "I always tell the children of the town that no matter how hard they fight outside, they should think about their wounds before they fight people. How many tears will be shed for their parents. ”

"If the goal of a person's struggle is not to make himself and his family happy, but to make himself miserable and his family worried, then what is the meaning of struggle?"

Bruce looked at her with some silence, he rarely saw so many emotions piled up on a person's face, and the people he often dealt with were accustomed to avoiding joy and trying to be as quiet as possible, and it was rare to see an emotion on their face.

But what surprised Bruce even more was that Martha didn't bask in this sad mood for too long, and in less than ten seconds, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, showed a smile, and said, "Don't let Clark know that I'm crying again, I cried once last night, and they both were so uncomfortable." ”

Martha wiped her tearful hands from her apron, turned around and went to the kitchen, and as she went, she turned back to Bruce and said, "You must be hungry very quickly after such a serious injury, breakfast will be good soon, add two more dishes this morning, and if you can't finish eating, you can eat at noon......"

Bruce stood still and didn't know what to think, but after a while, he heard a faint voice coming from the back of the stairs, what seemed to be Clark on the phone.

"Oh, is it? That's a bit of a hassle, you city people don't know anything about the harvest season of agricultural products, so why don't I go back to the metropolis......"

"But the trouble is that I have a good friend who is recuperating at my house, and he has some injuries, or he is very badly injured and needs to be cared for, and if I don't be with him, he will be very sad......"

"Of course, I'd love to do that, it's the best solution, but are you sure the curator can stand the environment of the farm?"

"Oh, Louise, I'm not saying that you people in the city are delicate, it's just that these people who are engaged in art are inevitably a little ...... Is it? So amazing? If that's the case, then of course I'm welcome, okay okay I'll pick her up......"

Clark put down the phone and walked out, saw Bruce and said, "There's a new guest on the farm." ”

"My colleague at the Met, Louise, just called me and said that she has a friend who used to work at the Met Museum of Art and has taken over the planning of the largest agricultural products fair in the metropolis, and Louise is responsible for covering the agricultural products fair."

"But from the curatorial team to the newspaper, no one understands agricultural products, and they don't know anything about the development of agriculture in the metropolitan area, they know that I come from a farming family, and they hope to get some help from me."

"If you're not there, I can fly back to the Met, but they heard that I have a friend who is also here, so they plan to visit the farm and get some hands-on experience, because Kansas is also a benchmark area for agricultural fairs."

Bruce nodded, signaling that he understood, but Clark scratched his head and said, "I don't know what kind of person Louis's curator friend is, but I heard that he is engaged in art, and I am a little bad at dealing with this kind of person, they will be there in the afternoon, can you accompany me to pick them up?" ”

Bruce nodded again, and Clark handed over a note with a string of contact numbers and a name, "Diana Prince," curator at the Metropolitan Museum.

(End of chapter)