Chapter 1235: The Farm of Justice (Seventeen)

"Clark and I are not ordinary people, and Bruce is Batman, so we have exchanged secrets, right?"

Diana fell from midair, blinked and smiled, but Bruce turned around and walked back, shaking his head and said, "This is not fair. You are not ordinary people. This is obvious common sense."

Diana quickly chased after him and said unconvincedly, "That's because Clark didn't disguise himself well..."

"Do you think you disguised well?" Bruce turned his head to look at her, and then his eyes fell on her wrist. Diana was wearing a sports sweatshirt with long sleeves, but the metallic luster still flashed under the sleeves.

Diana followed his gaze to her wrist. She reached out and rolled up her sleeves, revealing two gorgeous metal bracelets on her arms. She curled her lips and said, "I just like to wear our national jewelry, is that not okay?"

"Of course, it would be even better if the gems on it didn't change color."

Diana was choked, but then she became even more unconvinced. She quickly chased after Bruce and said, "Then it's not a secret that you are Batman. Batman's exposed chin is exactly the same as yours!"

"Then it was Clark who wrote the popular report, not you. It's really a case of no heroes in the world, and a young man becomes famous."

Clark rushed up and grabbed Diana's raised fist. The long-haired princess snorted coldly and put her black hair behind her ears.

But then, she began to study her bracelet again. While looking at the bracelet, she said with some doubt: "Will the gemstone on it change color? What color was it originally?... I have worn it for at least a hundred years, how come I didn't notice it?"

Clark covered his eyes, walked beside Diana, shook his head and said: "Haven't you realized that he was cheating you?"

Diana opened her eyes wide and said a little puzzled: "But I told you that I can fly, and the answer has been announced, and he said that he had guessed it a long time ago. What's the point?"

"It doesn't make sense, but he is such a person." Clark lowered his voice and said: "He is a mental patient, so don't take him seriously."

"You can be louder, really." Bruce's voice came from the front.

Clark quickened his pace, walked to Bruce's side, smiled and pulled his arm, Diana rolled her eyes and spread her hands behind him.

The three of them quickly returned to the farm hut. When they returned, most of the sowing hands had left. Clark rushed into the garage at a brisk pace, and found that all four tractors were gone.

Clark turned around and saw Jonathan coming in, followed by a fat middle-aged man with curly hair. Clark was a little surprised and said, "Uncle Traeger, why are you here?"

Jonathan sighed deeply and said, "It's all my fault. I didn't check whether those old tractors were still usable before sowing. Now, two of the four tractors are broken."

"I'm so sorry, Clark. I originally said that I would leave one for you so that you can plant a field by yourself, but now there are still two sowing hands who haven't been allocated a tractor. I can only call your Uncle Traeger to see if the two old guys can be repaired and used as a makeshift."

Jonathan's eyebrows were originally drooping, looking very kind, but now they were completely twisted, and he couldn't help complaining: "The past two years have been a bit unlucky. Last year, we encountered the largest anthrax outbreak in ten years, and the ranch suffered heavy losses."

"The temperature has been slow to rise this year, and the planting season has been postponed indefinitely, and the time is short. The old tractor that has not broken down for many years just broke down this year."

Clark knew that his father often had some artistic and philosophical thoughts, and was also a somewhat pessimistic person, so he hurried forward to hug Jonathan and comfort him.

Bruce walked up and asked: "The tractor is broken? Where is it broken? Maybe it can be repaired."

Clark's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he looked at Bruce with hope.

However, Tregg, who was standing behind Jonathan, tutted his lips and said, "I'm not saying anything, Kent, you're not broke, why do you have to keep those two antiques? We all know that the most important thing in the farm area is practical value. No matter how memorable it is, it will eventually be scrapped."

Jonathan pursed his lips a little sadly, and Tregg continued to persuade him, "Of course, of course, I know that it was left by old Kent. When you were a child, you sat on those two tractors and had fun in the fields. Those were the memories of you, your father, and your brother, but they are really too old. There is really no need to repair them."

Seeing his father's sad expression, Clark still pulled Bruce to the garage at the back. Bruce just saw the two tractors and shook his head gently.

Even if you are not a professional, you can see that these two machines are really too old. Not to mention whether there is any need to repair them, even if you spend a lot of effort to repair them, they will definitely break down again in a few days.

At this time, Martha, who was still wearing an apron, walked out from the back of the yard. She came to Jonathan and said with some anger!

"No one here is going to take your memories away! No one is going to take them to the factory to be scrapped. You can look at them here forever. As long as you can get a tractor that can work, why don't we buy a new one?"

Martha walked up to Jonathan, held his face and said, "Dear, wake up quickly. It is precisely because our harvest was not good last year that we have to work harder this year to make up for last year's losses!"

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Jonathan sighed deeply and said: "Of course I know we can buy a new one, but last year we suffered too much losses and didn't have much liquidity. This year, when we bought seeds, we were optimistic about new and improved varieties, and the budget was exceeded again. , where will we get the money to buy a new tractor?”

"Hey! Dad! Have you forgotten me?" Clark immediately walked up and waved his hand and said: "Some time ago, the report I wrote became popular and I made a lot of money. I have paid off all the tuition loans and there is still some money left. It’s a lot.”

"Oh my god, listen, Jonathan, what on earth is our son talking about? He actually wants to use his money to buy a tractor for the family? Does this stupid boy think he has grown up?! Stop irritating your father. "He's sad enough." Martha said exaggeratedly, but she just didn't want Clark to spend money.

Clark sighed helplessly. He had no choice but to look at Traeger and said, "It's spring plowing recently. There should be agricultural machinery trading markets in big cities in Kansas. Where is the nearest large market? My friend and I Let’s go and have a look. If we’re lucky, the new tractor will arrive tomorrow.”

Traeger walked up and patted Clark on the arm and said: "Every small town boy has this day. When you use your own money to buy new farm machinery for your family's farm, it means that you are truly Grow up."

"There are small towns near the Kent farm. All they sell are tractor accessories and no decent machines. But I heard that there is an expo held by major tractor companies in Kansas City. There are the latest models there. Are you the right one?" If you want to buy a new machine, buying it second-hand is not an option.”

When Clark pulled Bruce and Diana out, Jonathan shouted from behind: "No! Clark, don't listen to him! Second-hand tractors are fine, but new tractors are too expensive and may not be reliable... The main reason is that they are too expensive. You still have to pay rent in the metropolis!"

Clark walked out of the garage without looking back. He said a little helplessly: "My dad is a man who values ​​two cents too much. I am happy to listen to my parents' opinions, except on this point."

Diana smiled and said empathetically: "They are not narrow-minded or have no money, they just want every penny to be spent wisely. My mother is the same way."

"The responsibilities they bear are too heavy and they are responsible for everyone in this family or this country, so they must be careful and get the best value for every penny spent."

Clark stood by the wall and thought for a moment, then said: "Kansas City is still quite far from here. It shouldn't be too late to get there by car."

After saying that, he and Diana looked at each other, and then set their eyes on Bruce at the same time.

Bruce looked at the two of them and said, "You don't want me to choose one of you and fly over with me in your arms, do you?"

"Don't be stupid, Bruce." Clark slowly approached Bruce, then hugged his waist, carried him and flew up, and said with a smile: "You have no choice, let a It’s rude for a lady to carry such a heavy thing.”

Facts have proved that the flight ability that humans dream of is indeed very convenient. Clark and Diana can fly much faster than airplanes, and because of the biological force field, Bruce does not feel the cold wind or weightlessness. The flying experience is quite comfortable, even Better than ordinary airplanes.

They landed on a trail outside Kansas City, a state so sparsely populated that no one would notice.

After walking for a few more minutes, we finally arrived in the city. Agriculture Week attaches great importance to all things related to agriculture. As soon as we entered the venue, we saw a big welcome banner and various street signs, indicating that this Where is the farm machinery event held?

Clark reached out and stopped a car driven by a local. As soon as he heard that they were here to buy a tractor, the local driver stepped on the accelerator and drove them to the entrance of the expo in two minutes.

The expo was being held at the Kansas City Convention and Exhibition Center. When they walked into the spacious convention center door, the scene inside stunned the three of them.

Countless mechanical behemoths lay across the vast hall of the venue. Different from the smooth, simple and modern lines of those luxury sports cars, every part of the tractor tells the industrial beauty of the birth of mechanical civilization.

Countless large and straightforward parts are combined in an extremely subtle and exquisite way, and bloom with unparalleled power. This sense of conflict and contradiction is where the beauty of modern agricultural machinery lies.

When the three people walked into the venue, their heads kept turning. As soon as they saw a big and beautiful tractor, when they turned around, there was another one that attracted their attention more violently.

Finally, at the deepest part of the venue, they saw an unparalleled beast. Clark read its name - "Lamborghini" from the information board next to it.

In front of this behemoth, the three strong humans all looked a little petite. Their three heads were raised at the same time, and their eyes were staring directly at the cockpit of the tractor.

"It's so beautiful," Clark exclaimed.

"If I must take a ride in a luxury car, then I would prefer it to be this kind of luxury car." Diana swallowed and said.

"It's completely different from the cars I own." Bruce also said.

"Hey, friends, are you interested in this big guy? This is a new model that has been well received recently, and this prototype is on sale, and you can get a 98% discount." The shopping guide greeted him enthusiastically.

Clark moved his eyes away with difficulty and glanced at the price on the information board. In an instant, he took a breath of cold air.

"Its price is also very good." Clark swallowed and said.

In an instant, Clark and Diana turned their heads to look at Bruce. Bruce rolled his eyes slightly, looked at them, and said:

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not interested in tractors, nor Lamborghinis... No, I won't buy it."

In the ward of Wayne Hospital in Gotham, Thomas, who was still wearing an oxygen mask, looked at the thick stack of account books in his hand, frowning deeply.

The first thing he did when he woke up was, of course, to see where his son spent all his astronomical expenses, so he asked his secretary to bring the complete bill and check Bruce's account.

Staring at the series of expenditures for building raw materials, Thomas seemed to have some enlightenment and his mood eased a little.

At this time, the red-haired Morey knocked on the door, came in with a bunch of papers in his hand, handed them to Thomas, and then said:

"Mr. Thomas, the bank statement of Mr. Bruce you want, their computer had some problems before, and they just retrieved the data and printed it out."

Thomas nodded, put down the other account books, and looked at the pile of running bills first.

Bank statements are arranged from new to old, so Thomas saw the latest consumption at a glance.

Then, a voice that was first angry and confused sounded in the room:

"Lamborghini... Tractor??!