The elderly people inside the house were chatting lively, and the young people outside the house also had similar interests.

To Linn's surprise, Dachao, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, turned out to be a very talkative person. He did not fit Linn's stereotype of the serious and unsmiling Dachao at all.

Maybe, the guy wearing glasses and the one wearing a cape are not the same person?

Lin En raised his hand, wanting to smooth out his hair, or something like that, but he resisted.

"My father said that you bought the farm next door. He also said that in order to inspect the farm, you almost fell down from a small plane spraying pesticides... I'm sorry."

Dachao smiled apologetically, paused briefly, and continued to ask: "Why, can I ask this?"

Linn's height is 183cm. Standing next to Da Chao, he looks like a malnourished man. The main reason is that Da Chao is not only tall, but also has muscles that can directly participate in bodybuilding competitions. When such a Da Chao suddenly puts his hands in his pockets and wrinkles

When you raise your eyebrows, you should not say anything, but the pressure is still very strong.

Lin En was a little distracted: "Why? Why?"

Classmate Clark Kent smiled, and his temperament changed to a simple and kind-hearted one: "You are very rich, and you can easily spend millions in cash to buy a farm in a foreign country when you are in your twenties.

Sorry, I don’t mean anything else, but in my impression, people like you, at your age and my age, should prefer those...those..."

When Clark stopped talking, Linn smiled and took the initiative to catch his words: "Those feastings, those splendid splendors, those flatteries, those compliments, prayers, and wantonness that don't know whether they are true or false...

Is that what you're talking about, Clark?"

"Um."

Clark nodded and looked at Lynn with a smile: "But you don't like these, you like farming."

"Not only that, I'm also good at flying airplanes to spray pesticides."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The two of them laughed, feeling that the polite atmosphere had diminished a bit.

Walking to the door of the warehouse, Clark pushed out an old motorcycle. Lynn could see that the Kents and his son liked this motorcycle very much and it had been well maintained.

Even though he is old and decayed, he is also full of vitality.

"This is the one..."

"Ha, yes, that's the motorcycle."

Lynn joked, and Clark couldn't help but laugh. When he was a child, he once thought about becoming a repairman. Because the nearby farms are some distance from the city, the maintenance of farm machinery on each farm was completed by Kent on a voluntary basis.

Whenever a piece of farm machinery is saved, Old Kent will be very happy, and so will the people around him. Clark knows that his father is a very useful person. He can help others and gain praise and respect. At the same time, his father himself

Very happy too.

This is the perfect job! What could be better than this?!

The young Clark naturally wanted to be like his father, so he secretly used the tools his father used to repair motorcycles to "repair" the tractor.

"I was carrying a tool bag full of oil stains and went to repair my tractor with my chest held high and my head held high.

I took off the tires because I couldn't reach the hood and the doors couldn't be opened without the key."

Clark tapped the motorcycle's fuel tank lightly, recalling his unreliable childhood: "My father just said I was repairing the tractor, but in fact I just took off the tires and couldn't put them on.

However, my father did not blame me. He brought a small stool over and helped me repair the tractor together all afternoon, ha..."

Clark suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter: "The tractor was working well, but after the father and son spent an afternoon repairing it, it didn't work so well."

Lin En couldn't help laughing too: "Haha, no wonder you father and son remember this matter so clearly.

Clark."

"Um?"

"It's a good thing you didn't become a repairman..."

"Ahahahaha!"

The two laughed for a while, and Linn came closer, also tapped the motorcycle's fuel tank, and asked casually: "Clark, do you still want to be a mechanic now?"

Clark looked up at the night sky, a little confused in his eyes: "I...I don't know."

Lin En did not continue to ask, but sat down on the ground next to the motorcycle, half-lying down, turning to look at his own farm not far away, and said softly: "Actually, everyone is the same, don't

You see that I am rich, but you don’t know that I actually borrowed all my money from friends. That old man in your house is the rich man.

For a young person like me, it is actually difficult to give you any useful and reliable life advice. I myself am living in a mess.

You know the truth yourself, and I believe that with the guidance of such a great father, you will not need the guidance and help of others.

If I really want to say it, I can only give it to you through the words of another wise little old man."

"What."

Clark also sat on the ground, with an old but energetic motorcycle between them. One was lying down, looking at the farm around him, and the other was sitting, looking at the starry sky above his head.

"With great ability comes great responsibility."

Linn's voice sounded softly: "This sentence was given to his adopted son by an old man named Ben Parker.

His adopted son was once very confused, not knowing how to use his power, and even used his power to do some wrong things, but he finally woke up.

Hmm... Speaking of which, Ben Parker's adopted son is also a reporter."

"……Yeah."

Clark's voice was a little vague, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, Linn stood up and sat upright, holding the soil behind him with his hands, and looked up at the night sky: "Whatever comes to mind, just do it boldly. There is no reason why you want to be a mechanic. It turns out that the car doesn't like you repairing it."

"

Clark shook his head slightly on the other side of the motorcycle: "I just think that maybe the person driving the car doesn't like me as a mechanic, the person who crashed the car doesn't like me as a mechanic, and the other mechanics don't like me either...

"

"You won't hit them."

Linn raised his head from the top of the car's gas tank and raised one hand high, holding a wrench in a gesture.

"What?"

Clark didn't seem to understand.

"You have a wrench in your hand. If anyone is unhappy, you can fix it."

"Ha, Lynn, this is really..."

Clark was amused by Lynn: "Then no more business will come to his door."

"Are you a repairman just to make money?"

Lynn's voice gradually rose: "Fixing broken things, isn't that why you want to be a repairman?"

Dangdangdang——

Lin's hand also grabbed a wrench, and they knocked it back and forth.

"I like farming just because I don't like seeing the land being wasted."

"But if you don't plant it, someone else will plant it. Even if no one does it, the land will grow weeds and flowers. Although they may not be valuable, sometimes... things are like that, and the rules are like that.

That’s how it’s always gone.”

"so……"

Lin banged the wrench in his hand and said, "I bought a farm just to grow whatever I want!

Since weeds are affecting crop growth, of course they need to be pulled out.
Chapter completed!