American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

As a father, the most important and unshakable responsibility and belief!

Chapter 88 Kent Family Economic Crisis?!

The first frost in October came earlier than usual.

Almost as soon as we woke up, there was a sea of ​​white outside the window.

Dio stood at the second-floor window, looking coldly at the pumpkin patch in the vegetable garden that was once golden and looked like it had been sprinkled with salt. The drooping vines curled up in the frost. Several corn stalks were broken, and the heavy ears fell crookedly between the ridges, like defeated soldiers.

A glimpse of the whole leopard reveals the whole picture, and a single leaf reveals the depth of autumn.

It looks like this autumn harvest will suffer a loss of at least 20%.

farm……

This place, which supports the Kent family's livelihood, seems to be going through a bad test.

He narrowed his scarlet eyes and his fingertips tapped the window frame unconsciously.

"dudu~"

The roar of a pickup truck came from downstairs. It seemed that Uncle Jonathan and Dad had just returned from town.

Dio didn't want to eavesdrop—

Really.

But as he passed the guest room with the book in his arms, fragments of conversation still reached his extremely sensitive ears.

"The bank is being very tough. They're demanding additional collateral from the farm to maintain the existing loan." Uncle Jonathan's voice was filled with a rare sense of fatigue. "If we renew the loan at the interest rate they're offering now, I'm afraid next year's cash flow will be..."

"Why don't we ask them to add some land first?" Locke's fingers tapped the table, making a dull sound. "Anyway, we have to rotate the crops next spring."

"?!"

Dio's footsteps were nailed to the spot.

Mortgage, interest rate, top-up…tight cash flow?

The words automatically formed the worst possible picture in his mind:

Bankruptcy liquidation? Land sale? Loss of the farm?

He thought of Clark's worn-out rugby shoes from last week, the densely packed scribbled handwriting on the back of Sarafil's math book, and even his own school shirt with the cuffs starting to turn white.

broken.

A cold thought seized him.

Could it be that the Kent family wants to?!

The conversation in the study continued, and Dio silently let the world stick to the door.

"Actually, we could ask Lionel," Jonathan sighed. "He might be able to do something like this."

"."

"Jonathan." Locke's voice suddenly dropped, with obvious disapproval, "Lionel..."

Is the situation serious enough for Dad to go to the Luther Group?

Dio frowned slightly and took two steps back quietly.

The lunchtime sunlight shines through the gauze curtains onto the dining table, and Martha's pumpkin soup exudes a warm and sweet aroma.

Sarafiel tiptoed and put two more pieces of toast on Dio's plate.

The little guy keenly noticed that his usually picky brother barely touched his breakfast this morning.

“Dio.”

Seeing the blond young man coming downstairs, Martha wiped her hands, carefully took out an exquisite gold-edged invitation from her apron pocket, and smiled warmly.

"It was sent personally by the principal of Smallwell Elementary School." Her eyes curved into a smile. "They said they'd like you to give a homecoming speech. After all, our town hasn't produced any national gold medalists in physics."

Dio pushed open his chair and sat down, staring at the "Distinguished Alumni" written in cursive on the invitation. His lips curled up habitually, with his usual aloofness.

"Aunt, this kind of occasion is just a waste of time. It's just a self-congratulatory ceremony for a group of people."

"Really?" Locke said casually while cutting the steak. "I think this is pretty good, isn't it?"

“The farm tax credit still needs community approval.”

Tax breaks?

Dio's fingertips suddenly froze.

The broken conversations from that morning came crashing back to my mind.

Banks, mortgages, interest rates. Now taxes?

"Father."

Dio suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with doubt, "How was the farm's harvest this year?"

The noise at the table stopped abruptly.

The spoon was suspended in the air, and Sarafiel looked over with blinking eyes.

Even Clark, who was sneaking carrots onto his brother's plate, froze.

Dio actually cares about farming?

This is even stranger than the sun rising from the west!

Jonathan and Locke exchanged a quick, complicated look.

"Is...okay?"

Jonathan cleared his throat, trying to sound relaxed, but couldn't hide the awkwardness.

"Yes! Very good!" Locke immediately joined in, his voice loud and cheerful, "There will definitely be no problem for our family to have enough food and clothing! Hahahaha!"

Um.

The laughter seemed a little out of place in the suddenly quiet restaurant.

"Dio, actually..." Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck and hesitated to speak.

“Actually what?”

Dio put down his knife and fork, and the sound of metal colliding sounded like a judgment.

"actually…"

Locke reacted very quickly, immediately scooping a large spoonful of mashed potatoes onto his plate, and then calmly continued:

"Your Uncle Jonathan said that this steak was cooked perfectly, but it just lacked a little black pepper to enhance the flavor." He pushed the heavy pepper grinder towards Dio with smooth and natural movements. "Would you like some?"

lie.

Dio stared at his father's fingers, the calluses clearly visible.

but.

These are the hands that support the family, but now they are hiding the truth from him!

The golden and tempting potato on the plate suddenly became as hard to swallow as a piece of wax.

Dio chewed mechanically, absentmindedly.

Is the situation so urgent that you have to hide it from us?

"I'm stuffed."

"By the way." He stood up, the dining chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. He grabbed the invitation and stuffed it into his inner pocket. As Dio turned around, his blond hair swung out in a sharp arc. "I'll be attending this speech."

As he stepped onto the stairs, Dio's heart felt like it was filled with lead, sinking slowly to the cold bottom.

Now he was completely sure.

That hesitant look, that abrupt change of topic

Everything points to that reality!

However.

What he didn't see was that when his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, the tense atmosphere in the restaurant instantly relaxed.

"Locke." Jonathan scratched his thick black hair in confusion. "When did Dio become so concerned about the farm's harvest? This isn't like him."

Locke slowly spooned some creamed corn into Sarafiel's mouth. "Who knows? Maybe he'll suddenly fall in love with farming."

"And didn't I tell you not to mention this in front of that kid?" He glanced towards the stairs and sighed softly. "It seems Dio has noticed that the crops have been reduced due to frost."

"If he knew that we were already in such a mess and were planning to take the lead in helping other farmers affected by the disaster in the town, given his temper..."

"Uncle Locke."

A voice rang out from the dining table. Clark hesitated for a moment, then put down his fork and said seriously, "Actually, I don't think... Dio would object. He just asked about the farm. Maybe... he's worried? Shouldn't we be clear about this?"

"Yes, Dad."

Sarafiel licked the cream from the corner of her mouth, her little face showing an innocent yet serious expression.

"Have you forgotten that you said last night that family members should be honest with each other?"

"."

Looking at Sarafiel's innocent and self-righteous look, Locke almost laughed out of anger.

You are the one with the most secrets.

He reached out and ruffled Sarafiel's soft black hair in annoyance, making the little guy fall all over the place.

Then, he looked at Clark with satisfaction and laughed dumbly:

"You're right."

"Whether Dio ultimately supports or opposes this, as a member of this family, he has the right to know the problems we face together and the decisions we make. I will find a suitable time tonight to have a good talk with him."

"Let's see."

"Just say you're more senile than I am."

Jonathan groaned, "I didn't. You know, I was going to tell Dio just now."

"."

Locke was speechless.

Jonathan, you become more childish as you get older, don't you?!

"Well, I might be getting senile." Locke snorted, "I just don't know who stole Dio in the middle of the night last time."

"Cough cough cough. Locke!"

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【The follow-up record——

Hearing this, Jonathan's face flushed red, veins popping out on his forehead, and he argued:

"Stealing steak isn't stealing...stealing steak!...How can it be considered stealing if it's a family affair?"

A series of difficult words

Things like "I'm hungry in the middle of the night" and "who is it?" made everyone laugh.

The restaurant is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Chapter 89 Dior: Iceberg Club? The Internet is Amazing

Three hours later, at the Smallwell Town Library.

The librarian pushed up his glasses and his suspicious eyes drifted towards the blond boy in the corner for the fifth time.

From this afternoon till now, this kid has finished reading "Introduction to Futures Trading", "History of the Evolution of U.S. Agricultural Subsidy Policy", and even "Diary of a Wall Street Trader".

He was even writing furiously in front of his notebook.

What on earth is he going to do?!