The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1216 The Farm of Justice ([-])
The pens of the Kent Farm are modern integrated pens, in which the cows and pigs are in the same space, because the number of cows is relatively small, and there are only five calves, while the number of pigs is relatively large, occupying one With most of the space, the positions of these two shared houses are just enough.

Neither cattle nor pigs are the main source of output on the Kent farm. The most important thing in the entire farm is the sheep. There are more than 200 sheep in the Kent farm, half of which are wool-producing sheep and the other half are meat sheep. They are divided into two sheep. lock up.

Originally, in the last mating season, more than 100 ewes were pregnant, but most of the lambs have been sold.

The breed selected by the Kent family is very good, so the cubs are very sought-after. This is the main source of income for the farm in terms of animal husbandry, so Jonathan only left two lambs, and they are still staying with their mother.

Bruce lay on the outside of the stable and looked in. The two cubs were already asleep. The lamb was not just born, but had grown up a lot, so it was fluffy.Looking very cute, Clark went into the pen, picked one out, and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce didn't know how to hold the lamb, but he knew how to hold Aisha, so he grabbed the lamb by the waist and held it in his arms. The warmth of the baby's body temperature made his body temperature rise and made him more sleepy up.

Afterwards, they saw the calf in the cow pen again, and the calf became much more lively, spinning around in the pen constantly, stepping on the ground with its four hooves in turn.

Seeing Clark approaching, the calf retreated instinctively, seeming to be 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 more useful than a shepherd dog gone."

A scene of a running Clark driving the sheep back to the sheepfold appeared in Bruce's mind, and he almost didn't hold back the expression on his face.

Bruce reached out his hand and touched the calf's wet nose through the fence. The coldness made him wake up a bit, so he turned to Clark and asked, "Didn't you say you want to do farm work? Where is the forage?"

Clark interrupted him with a glance and said, "You don't really want to do it, do you? Your injury hasn't healed yet. You can go and stay on the haystack over there. You can sleep for a while, and wait for you to wake up." When the time comes, the work will be done.”

"I didn't come out to sleep." Bruce shook his head, rejected him, and started to walk to the other side of the pen with the rake in his hand. Clark asked him as he closed the door of the cowshed, "Where are you going?"

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

Clark seemed a little helpless, he directly charged up into the air, then hugged Bruce's waist, and flew him up.

Clark flew to bring Bruce to the high haystack next to him, put him there and said: "I won't let you mess around, this is not only for your body, but also for our hard work to collect For the sake of the fodder, you have to watch me do it before you can do it yourself."

Bruce showed a disapproving expression, sitting cross-legged on the tallest haystack, staring at Clark in mid-air with his arms folded.

"This is a special place to prevent Batcat from fighting crime while I'm working. It can't get down, let alone you."

After speaking, Clark shrugged his shoulders, picked up the rake beside Bruce, and went to prepare forage.

Bruce looked at the surrounding environment, and he found that what Clark said was right. It was very high here, and there was no platform that could be lowered slowly. With the cat's jumping power, it was unlikely that he would successfully escape, let alone a human. up.

Bruce originally planned to call Clark, but he found that Clark was very busy, pushing the haystack compressed into a roll for a while, pushing it out again, loading the hay on the trolley with pitchforks and rakes, and getting the hay out again. down.

In just a few minutes, Clark went back and forth more than a dozen times, repeating and regular actions, always so hypnotic, after Bruce watched for a few minutes, he felt that his eyelids could no longer be opened.

This place is actually not a comfortable sleeping environment. The haystacks are too hard, and there is a strange smell, mixed with the stench of livestock manure and the smell of rotten wood on the roof of the barn, which makes people lose their sense of smell for a moment.

Bruce didn't know where his sense of security came from. He slept in a place that he would definitely judge as a dangerous environment at high altitudes before.

Maybe it's Clark's overpowering strength that will give any weak human extra confidence, and Bruce doesn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Bruce was facing the blinding sun, the bright morning light shining on his quilt through the loose curtains, warming the thread.

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

"Good morning, did you sleep well 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, maybe because two strong men were squeezed into the narrow attic space, even if Jonathan didn't have any aggressive gestures, it made Bruce feel unsafe.

As soon as he had this idea, Jonathan immediately took two steps back, and retreated to the stairs in the attic, only showing his head, and said to Bruce with a smile: "You can sleep for a while, breakfast will be ready soon, later I asked Clark to call you."

After Jonathan left, Bruce didn't feel any drowsiness anymore. He turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging above his head. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was also 7 o'clock last night before they went to the pen. for nearly 12 hours.

Bruce got up from the bed in a hurry. He found that he was wearing the pajamas he brought in the suitcase, but his original clothes were gone. On the bedside was a set of Clark's clothes. The material was soft and the surface was flat. It was still a little hot when I held it in my hand, but it looked like it had just been ironed.

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

Bruce changed his clothes without thinking too much, and as soon as he walked down the stairs, Martha let out an exclamation.

"God, look at him! What a handsome guy! I knew you'd fit in this baseball shirt I bought for Clark when he wasn't in college, and it's not out of date now!"

Bruce turned his head aside instinctively, he really wasn't very comfortable with Martha's enthusiasm, but it was quick.He realized how enthusiastic Martha can be, or it is not enthusiasm, but the lady's instinct.

Martha walked up to Bruce quickly, and walked around behind him, stretched out her hand to adjust his collar, and patted the back of Bruce's head with her hand, signaling him to lower his head so that she could put the collar in a proper position.

But as soon as he lowered his head, the bandage around his neck became more obvious. Bruce waited for a long time and didn't find that the position of his collar had changed. When he turned around, he found that Martha was covering her mouth and weeping.

"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 just took off your shirt, and I saw the horrible wounds on your body, and I almost fell down the stairs in the attic... No one should have suffered this, it is really terrible. "

Martha went up to Bruce to straighten his collar, and then said: "I often tell the children in the small town that no matter how hard they fight outside, they should think about the wounds on their bodies before fighting with others. How much tears they made their parents shed."

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

Bruce looked at her a little silently. He rarely saw so many emotions piled up on a person's face. Those people he often dealt with were used to avoiding expressions of joy and trying to be as calm as possible. He could see the emotions on their faces. It's rare to see a single emotion.

But what surprised Bruce even more was that Martha didn't immerse herself in this sad mood for too long. In less than ten seconds, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smiled, and said, "How can you be so sad?" Don't let Clark know that I'm crying again, I cried once last night, and it hurt them both."

Martha wiped her tear-stained hands on her apron, turned around and went to the kitchen, turned her head to Bruce and said, "You must be hungry very quickly with such a serious injury. Add two dishes, you can have lunch if you can't finish it..."

Bruce stood there and didn't know what to think, but after a while, he heard a faint voice coming from behind the stairs, it seemed that Clark was on the phone.

"Oh, is it? That's really troublesome. You urbanites certainly don't know anything about the harvest season of agricultural products. How about this, or I'll go back to the metropolis..."

"But it's a little troublesome. I have a good friend who is recuperating at my home. He was injured, or seriously injured, and needs to be taken care of. If I'm not by his side, he will be very sad..."

"Of course, I'd be happy to do that. In fact, this is the best solution. But are you sure that 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 artists are inevitably a bit...isn't it? So amazing? If that's the case, then of course I welcome it, okay, I'll go Pick her up..."

Clark put down the phone and came out, saw Bruce and said, "The farm has a new guest."

"My colleague Louise at the Metropolitan newspaper just called me to say that a friend of hers who used to work at the Metropolitan Museum has now taken over the planning of the Met's largest produce fair exhibition, and Louise will be in charge Covering the Produce Expo."

"However, from the curatorial team to the newspaper office, no one knows about agricultural products, and they don't know much about the agricultural development in the metropolitan area. They know that I am from a farming family, and they hope to get some help from me."

"If you're not here, I can fly directly back to the metropolis, but they heard that a friend of mine is also here, so they plan to come directly to the farm to visit and gain some practical experience, because Kansas is also an agricultural fair A benchmark area for hosting."

Bruce nodded, indicating that he understood, but Clark scratched his head and said, "I don't know what kind of person Louis' curator friend is, but I heard that he is engaged in art, and I am not very good at it." Dealing with this kind of people, they will arrive in the afternoon, can you accompany me to pick them up?"

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

(End of this chapter)