American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 217 Divine Capital: Fat Dragon Is Not Afraid of Boiling Water
Since Bruce left.

The barn is no longer filled with the figure who toiled on the sandbags until late at night, and the dining table is no longer filled with a silent yet steadfast presence.

With Clark and Dio starting school, Kent Farm calmed down for a while.

Days flowed like the slowly moving stream of Smallville, quietly moving forward in the last chill of winter.

In the blink of an eye, the soil thawed, the wind became gentle, and the boundless wilderness in sight was quietly awakened.

Spring, with its undeniable vitality, has arrived.

The air is filled with the fresh scent of everything coming back to life.

After a whole winter of hibernation and accumulation, the wheat that overwintered on the ridges has turned green again, lush and verdant, and is in a critical period of rapid growth.

The recent spring rains have been just in time, and the soil temperature and humidity have risen to ideal levels, making it the golden season to seize the farming opportunity and plant corn and soybeans.

It is also the busiest and most hopeful time of the year.

Locke stood on the porch in front of the house, his gaze sweeping over the vast wasteland that once belonged to the Kent family, now flat and open, and his plan was already taking shape in his mind.

Kansas has a typical continental climate, with scorching summers and bitterly cold winters, large temperature differences between day and night, and a relatively long growing season for crops.

Although extreme weather events such as hail and tornadoes occasionally 'greet' us.

But overall, this land still has immense potential.

This year, he plans to develop two orchards in this newly opened territory.

One area was planted with apple trees, and the other with pear trees.

Incidentally, blackberries and raspberries can be planted along the edges of the fields and in the gaps between orchards. These vigorous little plants can not only enrich the dining table but also add a unique touch to the farm.

"Jonathan!"

Locke called out towards the warehouse, "Check the seeders and plows; we'll be in the fields this afternoon."

"Don't worry, Locke, it's been taken care of for a long time!" Jonathan's energetic reply came through, carrying the unique enthusiasm of a professional farmer facing the planting season.

Martha, wearing a floral apron, was busy in the kitchen, beads of sweat glistening at her temples, as she carefully portioned out the baked pies as a source of energy.

Salafir and Kayla were by the barn, learning to identify seeds and tidy up farm tools with Jonathan, their little faces full of seriousness.

Only God remained uninvolved.

They seemed rather uninterested in the enthusiastic preparations.

He leaned back lazily in his own little chair, gazing at the bustling scene outside the window, and pursed his lips.

So when Locke entered the living room, he saw the city of God, who stood out from the bustling scene outside the window, slumped in a small chair like a statue.

"Are you incubating eggs here?" Locke raised an eyebrow, reaching out to lightly flick the boy's stray hairs. "Everyone outside is busy with spring planting."

However, Shen Du didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, lazily uttering two words:
"daze."

"Also, look after Virgil and Dante, in case they wake up."

"..."

“I’ll be there as soon as I wake up.” Locke was amused by this self-righteous laziness. “Besides, is it really that boring? Look how enthusiastically Salafir and Kayla are studying.”

"Even if it's boring, it's still better than my stupid older brother."

Shen Du finally opened his eyes, his eyes full of mockery. "He spent the whole night writing an analysis on 'Who is stronger, Doctor Fate or Superman?' and at the crack of dawn, he took his white wolf and excitedly ran to town to mail a letter to the Daily Planet."

Obviously
Shen Du's tone was full of disdain for Salafir's 'childish' behavior.

"..."

Locke suppressed a laugh and leaned back in his chair. "So what do you think? Doctor Fate or Superman, who's stronger?"

"..."

Shen Du's gaze flickered subtly before he answered in a seemingly casual tone, "...Superman, I guess."

There are no sundaes here.

Locke bluntly exposed him, speechless, "You've been praising Clark so much lately he's practically floating to the stratosphere. That kid's walking all over the place now."

"Tell me honestly, how many sundaes have you been taking from your brother lately?"

"Clark kept pestering Martha, begging her to give him more pocket money."

"..."

Shen Du's little face tightened, and he snorted twice through his nose, "Just a little bit."

"A little bit?"

Locke raised an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving.

He stepped forward, easily reached out and lifted Shen Du off the small chair, shaking it up and down as if it were a small package, feeling its heavy weight in his hand.

"Shen Du, my good son." Locke teasingly shook the little guy in his palm, his fingertips feeling the soft texture beneath the fabric. "Have you been turning into a little fat dragon lately? Think about it, isn't it time to control your weight?"

The god was suspended in mid-air, his eyes lazily half-closed, his limbs hanging naturally.

He was completely indifferent to his weight, even taking it for granted:

"It's just a cumbersome manifestation of the physical body; it will be fine after a few days of energy metabolism."

"..."

Seeing his son's defiant attitude, Locke's face darkened.

His mind was filled with the terrifying image of God continuing to consume sundaes without restraint, eventually sitting round and plump on the mountain of jewels, becoming 'Sundae Bogan'.

"Starting today, you can only eat one a day."

Locke issued a restraining order in a huff, attempting to curb a potential 'Bogan' crisis in his home.

However, when Shen Du heard this, he simply shrugged indifferently, as if the ban was unimportant.

He casually picked up a freshly opened bag of snacks from the coffee table next to him, and without even looking at it, pulled out a black and white striped biscuit.

He skillfully stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound, demonstrating his skill through his actions.

“Sundae won’t work, but I have other reserves.”

Seeing the city's "there's a policy, there's a countermeasure" attitude, Locke became even more furious and added, "You can only have three kinds of snacks a day! Otherwise..."

"I'll pick out a few of the most dazzling pieces from the jewelry you hid in the Dragon Court Space and donate them to the town's elementary school charity sale!"

"what?!"

Shen Du was utterly shocked and abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment. He stared intently at Locke as if he were looking at the most tyrannical and incompetent ruler in the world. "Are you a demon?!"

As he spoke, he was about to argue his point, but before he could utter a word.

Then another calm, even voice came from the doorway, interrupting him:
“Restricting children’s freedom of choice, especially regarding energy replenishment, may not be the optimal solution in the long run, Locke.” The door was gently pushed open, and Ron, maintaining the appearance of Calvin Swanwick, walked in steadily. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, his expression serious as usual, as if he had not noticed the tense atmosphere in the living room.

He continued in that factual tone:
"According to some cutting-edge theories in interstellar nutrition, forcibly suppressing the craving for high-energy substances can sometimes lead to a stronger rebound, similar to..."

"If you press down on the spring with your palm, you will only be bounced higher in the end."

Locke: “…”

He had gotten somewhat used to Rong En's recent habit of cracking corny jokes all the time, and just rolled his eyes helplessly.

However, Shen Du seemed to have found theoretical support after hearing this. He nodded his little head in agreement and even condescended to take out another cookie from the snack bag and hand it to Rong En, his tone full of condescending praise: "You're right, this is for you, dark-skinned uncle."

Hearing this form of address, Rong En wasn't annoyed. He simply raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and accepted the seemingly ordinary cookie, saying, "Thank you."

Then, under the watchful eyes of Locke and Shen Du, he put the biscuit into his mouth and took a small bite.

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Rong En's usually calm and composed face suddenly froze!
His pupils contracted slightly, and his chewing became extremely slow.

Even his dark face looked more profound and solemn!

Locke was startled, a thought forming in his mind: Could it be... that Ron would also make this kind of expression because of Earth snacks? Or is there something wrong with these cookies?
"This...what is this?"

Rong En couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his voice trembling unusually.

Before Locke and Shendu could even answer, his gaze swept over the blue and white packaging bag on the coffee table, and he read out the words on it, one by one:
"Guangdong-Li-Yue? Chocolate...sandwich biscuits..."

He muttered to himself, as if memorizing some crucial code name, then looked down at the remaining half of the cookie in his hand, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

Seeing Rong En's delighted expression.

Then he glanced at Shen Du, who had a "see, now that's a connoisseur" expression on his face.

Restricting snacks is probably a much more challenging task than he imagined, and the capital city might even receive 'off-field assistance'.

Locke sighed and tugged at his forehead, trying to steer the conversation back on track: "Alright, let's put the cookies aside for now. Ron, did you come all this way today for something?"

Rong En solemnly put the last half of the cookie into his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly, as if he were completing some solemn ritual.

Only after the last trace of sweetness had faded on his tongue did he resume his signature straightforward manner, though his tone was now slightly lighter than usual:
"Recently, the pressure on .DEO has eased considerably."

"The Justice Association's heroes stationed outside Earth have just returned from their rotation, so we're not short of manpower for the time being. I thought that spring has arrived here, and it's the perfect time to help out, so I thought I'd come and give you some of the favors I owe you from before."

"..."

Locke chuckled as he watched him earnestly utter the words "repaying a debt of gratitude." He knew Ron; although his Martian friend had an eccentric way of expressing himself, his intentions were sincere.

“Is that so? Then I hope you can really put in the effort,” Locke said without ceremony, reaching out to open the window and letting a breeze carrying the scent of earth into the living room. “Bruce just left, and the farm is short of able-bodied men.”

Rong En nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his face, indicating that he accepted the challenge.

His gaze then turned toward the doorway, as if sending a signal.

Almost at the same moment his gaze swept over, a blond figure peeked out from the doorway like a thief.

Kara Zo-El, or Kara Danvers on Earth today.

She first cautiously looked around, her bright blue eyes carefully scanning every corner of the living room, as if to confirm that a certain person was not present. Only then did she seem to breathe a sigh of relief and tiptoe in.

Seeing Kara's obvious attempt to avoid someone, Locke raised an eyebrow curiously: "You are... Miss Kara? What's this?"

“Mr. Locke.” Kara twisted her fingers a little shyly, quickly approaching him, her voice as clear as a wind chime, “I’m here to help too! By the way, just call me Kara, using honorifics feels weird, I’m not used to it.”

She waved her hand, with the straightforwardness unique to young people, her dazzling blonde hair swaying gently in the sunlight with her movement.

Locke nodded readily: "Okay, Kara."

"So you were just now?"

His eyes held a knowing glint as he directly voiced his suspicions, "Hiding from Clark?"

I had vaguely sensed before that Kara seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding direct confrontation with Clark.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and Kara awkwardly scratched the back of her head, her eyes darting around: "Uh... well... sort of."

“It’s hard to be nervous when you’re near home, Mr. Locke, please understand,” Ron interjected at the opportune moment, clearly not surprised that Locke knew Kara’s identity.

Locke smiled knowingly and didn't press the girl for more information.

He glanced at the reliable Ron beside him, then at the Kryptonian girl in front of him who, though a little awkward, had sincere eyes and undeniable strength, and his heart was filled with confidence for the upcoming spring planting season.

“Alright, welcome to Kent Farm’s spring harvest, Kara.”

Locke casually suggested, "Perfect timing. Jonathan is setting up the machines in the warehouse. You could go help him move some things, or... try Martha's freshly baked blueberry pie?"

"Let's replenish our energy; it's going to be physically demanding later."

Although Kryptonians have endless stamina as long as they are in the sun.

But as soon as she heard there was food, Kara's eyes lit up, and the slight embarrassment from before was immediately forgotten.

Just then, the kitchen door curtain was lifted.

Wearing an apron, Martha came out carrying a blueberry pie that smelled enticing of fruit and butter, clearly drawn by the conversation outside.

"Oh, Mr. Calvin, you've arrived."

Martha greeted Ron with a smile, then her gaze fell curiously on the blonde girl who was staring intently at the pie in her hand.

In her eyes, the girl was so beautiful that she looked like an elf straight out of a fairy tale. Not only did her cheeks have a healthy blush, but her delicate features also possessed a kind of ethereal purity.

Such a person would be completely out of place on a small rural farm.

Seeing Martha's curious expression, Ron remained calm and stepped forward to introduce her:
“My niece, Kara Danvers.”

“I brought her to the farm to experience life. You know, most college students these days generally lack the necessary… physical labor training.”

"..."

Locke, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle and quickly raised his hand to cover up his cough.

Lack of physical labor?

The image of Kara's recent battle against Doomsday flashed through his mind.

That's enough to easily lift a small hill and swing it around.
However, Martha was unaware of the inside story and was clearly completely convinced by Ron's serious attitude, her face immediately showing sympathy and understanding.

“Oh my goodness, you’re absolutely right! Young people these days really need to get moving.” She enthusiastically handed Carla the blueberry pie. “Here, honey, have a piece of pie first! Get your energy up so you can go to the fields with Uncle Jonathan for some good ‘exercise’ later!”

She naturally had a strong liking for this girl with delicate features.

(End of this chapter)