Chapter 1241: The Farm of Justice (Twenty-Three)

At Clark's home, Bruce put down the phone in his hand, turned around and said, "Lamborghini headquarters sent a professional technician to teach us how to operate this tractor."

"As expected of a Lamborghini!" Clark immediately praised.

"You should say that he is worthy of being Bruce Wayne! If it were someone else, would you think they would take care of you?" Diana rolled her eyes and said, "I guarantee, they must be thinking now, is this rich man's driving skills really bad?" At what point can a sturdy tractor be damaged four times in two days?"

"Okay, young masters, should we get down to business now?" Diana turned to look at Clark on the sofa and said, "What exactly is going to be planted on that piece of land? How is it going to be planted? And what can it do for the metropolis?" What kind of help does the agricultural expo provide?”

"Yesterday, I discussed it with Martha. It is quite suitable to grow vegetables there. It is close to the creek and the soil is fertile. The vegetables produced are all natural and will be very delicious. I think lettuce, cabbage or spinach are all good. choice.”

Bruce seemed to have suddenly thought of something. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Clark and said, "Can I grow broccoli?"

"Of course, broccoli doesn't have high soil requirements. It belongs to the same family of Brassicaceae as cabbage, and it's a long-day crop like head lettuce. It's easy to grow here... Do you like to eat broccoli?"

"Are you going to grow this piece of land and eat it yourself, or sell it?" Bruce asked again.

"Mainly selling." Clark replied: "We can also eat it ourselves, but we can't eat much, and it will go bad if it is piled in the warehouse. Usually, we will sell it in a small town or the nearest city, which can help us save money. Some funding, although not much, is better than none.”

"The one with the highest economic value, right? Among these choices, which vegetable will sell best?"

"Ball lettuce." Clark gestured, and then explained: "This vegetable prefers low temperatures. The vegetable field on the Kent farm has unique conditions because of the remaining plant protection areas and windbreaks as well as the existence of the creek next to it. The area will be about 4 degrees cooler than the average daily temperature on the farms around Smallville.”

"This also means that this is a special product of our farm. Only we can grow it on a large scale and grow it better than others, so it naturally sells well. Rare things are more valuable."

Bruce and Diana both nodded, and Diana looked at Clark and said, "So, each farm will have its own special products?"

"Yes, what you see at the agricultural product expo may just be some ordinary vegetables, but in fact every vegetable has a story behind it, and it may even be the accumulation and inheritance of the experience of several generations of farmers."

Diana showed some interest. She touched her chin and said: "Historically, there has been no agricultural culture in the metropolis, let alone inheritance. To develop agriculture, it is inevitable to learn from the experience of others."

"If every farmer who comes to the expo introduces the circumstances under which his specialty products are bred, it may provide valuable experience for farmers in the metropolitan area."

"What about the seeds?" Bruce asked.

"Kent Farm has its own high-quality seeds, which is the main source of income for vegetable sales. Selling vegetables doesn't make much money, but selling seeds is different."

Clark's voice suddenly deepened. He turned to look at Bruce and said, "What may be difficult for you to accept is that many seed dealers monopolize superior varieties."

"Everyone wants to monopolize a certain high-yielding variety. Some agricultural product companies will even perform special treatments on excellent seeds to reduce crop yields except for one generation, so farmers have to buy their seeds every year. ”

"Can this really be done?" Diana asked with some doubts.

"Of course, I don't understand the professional knowledge, but there is no doubt that this will create a vicious cycle. Farmers pay a high price when they buy seeds, and then when they sell the crops, the price will also increase."

"But the Agricultural Association does not allow them to raise prices at will, so they treasure the superior varieties inherited from their farms and either do not sell them or sell them at sky-high prices."

"You mean, there are actually many people who have high-yielding and delicious seeds, but they are unwilling to take them out?" A look of anger flashed across Diana's face, but she also showed helplessness. This living person The princess who has been working for many years also knows that capital is profit-seeking, and no one wants to suffer losses.

But Bruce was lost in thought. After a while, he came over and put his elbows on the back of the sofa, leaned forward, stood between the two of them and said: "You said, if there is a seed with unparalleled yield, As long as we plant it on the land, we can feed people all over the world, and then many problems will cease to exist.”

Diana shook her head and said: "Maybe, but that's all. This can't solve all the problems. The fact now is that many governments don't want to feed their people at all, even the so-called United States. the most developed country.”

"Perhaps it is cruel to say this, but it is precisely because of hunger that humans have reached this point. These weak creatures gathered to light fires, make tools, and build walls until they built cities, developed industries, and even headed into the universe. In essence, they are all To fill my stomach.”

"Human beings are always worried about not having enough to eat, and they are always worried about not having possessions. Even if something is left there and will not rot for tens of millions of years, they must still possess it because they feel very hungry."

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"Hunger that goes deep into the bone marrow has long tamed humans. Some people want more than others, not because they can really eat more than others, but because they think they will be hungry one day. So you have to have more than others, and this is the root of human strife.”

"A very interesting point of view." Bruce commented. He turned to look into Diana's eyes and said, "It's too real and too objective, as if you are not one of us."

Diana's lips parted, and there was a trace of unnoticeable sadness between her always bright and warm brows. She lowered her head, her black hair covering the corners of her eyebrows. Diana said, "Indeed, I was not yours. A member of your society, but someone led me into your society, and now I can no longer live without it.”

"If there is nothing to eat, people will be hungry. But if there is something to eat all the time and unconditionally, maybe civilization will die of happiness. Whether humans have reached the stage where they can accept unlimited materials is still unknown." Diana shook her head. Then: "But I'm pessimistic about it."

"I once saw a group of people who had unlimited lifespans, great strength, and almost no resources to survive. However, they failed to develop any decent civilization, and now they can only be said to be lingering on." Diana He spread his hands and said.

Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Well, the goal of feeding all mankind is a bit too far away. What if there is a plant grown from seeds that can survive in Gotham?"

"Then let's discuss feeding all mankind." Clark said immediately.

Seeing Bruce's eyes looking over, Clark sighed and said, "I'm serious. How to increase plant yields and how to make plants thrive without sunlight are completely different levels of difficulty, just like you and you Professor of Psychology.”

Bruce curled his lips, and Clark stood up from the sofa, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the philosophical discussion is over. Let's start working. When will the technical specialist come?"

"tomorrow."

"So today we will clean the warehouse first, then remove the weeds, simply turn over the soil, and then prepare the tools to be used..."

Soon, the three people began to make preparations. Although modern agriculture does not require heavy physical labor, some chores still have to be done.

The seeds need to be transported to the nearest small warehouse. Outside the door of the small warehouse, a piece of ground must be prepared for the tractor to park.

Diana was responsible for organizing the small warehouse near the field, Clark drove the pickup truck to transport the fuel needed for the tractor planting, and Bruce lubricated the connecting parts of the seeder.

The three of them were very focused when they were busy. There was nothing difficult about these tasks, just a bit trivial. After the warehouse was organized, Clark went to the large warehouse to deliver seeds before it got dark, and Bruce drove to pick up the agricultural specialist to finalize the work. Specific sowing time.

Because the farm is very large and the various professional vehicles are limited, they have to go back and meet with Jonathan to determine the arrangement time of the watering vehicles and try to stagger the peak period so as not to affect the irrigation of other fields.

I was busy until late at night, and the most time-consuming and laborious step had not yet been done, which was to conduct a preliminary inspection of the field to make sure there were no foreign objects in the field that would affect the tractor's operation. Fortunately, with Clark and Diana around, the most time-consuming step was actually the easiest.

Clark flew in the sky and used his super vision to roughly scan where there was any problem, and then directed Diana to deal with it.

You ask Bruce? At 9 o'clock, he had been forced into the room by Martha to rest.

The next morning, Bruce took a list to Clark. Clark instinctively took the paper in his hand, looked at it, and said, "What is this? Does it look like an agricultural tool?"

"This is what you need to prepare to start a farm. Do you think there is anything missing?"

"No, are you serious? Are you really planning to build a farm in Gotham?... Leave the plants alone, and leave yourself alone!" Clark said helplessly.

"It's just a small experimental field." Bruce crossed his arms and said, "If you really plan to build a modern large farm, will this be the only thing you have? You are a bit too underestimated of Wayne."

Bruce sighed and said: "You only saw the results of the Gotham transformation plan, but you didn't see the resistance. I am destined to touch some people's cakes, and they will not let me change Gotham easily."

"Because if I really complete a problem that's a thousand times harder than them, then they will be blamed for their incompetence, so they will try their best to prevent me from completing it."

"No matter when, food is the top priority. Once a special situation occurs, everyone in Gotham will feel guilty and panic due to the complete inability to produce food here. I must prepare for this in advance."

"Isn't it possible to cultivate indoors?" Clark asked again.

"What I want to solve is not whether plants can be grown alive, but how to ensure that they don't go crazy, are not contaminated, and can safely enter human mouths after planting." Bruce shook his head helplessly and said, "It sounds like It may be ridiculous, but I have to make sure that the plants don't go crazy and hit people, adding another burden to Gotham's precarious security situation."

"That's why I ask you, how about growing broccoli?" Bruce touched his temples and seemed a little guilty in his tone: "Broccoli is relatively safe, because if the broccoli goes crazy and hits someone, someone will deal with them. ”

"Then let's grow broccoli." Clark looked at Bruce's expression seriously and said, "It's okay to make less money. You've already given so much, and I don't mind doing my part."

But Bruce seemed a little hesitant. Just when he was still struggling, Martha suddenly walked in and said: "Clark, it seems that a friend of yours is here. He said he was a pilot, and said you should get to know him and invite him." Is he coming in?"

Clark was stunned for a moment, but then his expression became a little surprised. He smiled and said to Martha: "Oh, yes, that's Hal. He may have come to me to talk about Xiao Krypton. You go and do your work." Come on, I'll go meet him."

On the way to the farm gate, Bruce asked, "Who's Little Krypton?"

"My dog, but before, it suffered from pet depression and had been hospitalized in the pet hospital in Metropolis. After I left Metropolis, I entrusted it to Hal."

"How does your dog get the pet blues? ... Batcat?"

"You are very self-aware."