The elderly inside the house were having a lot of chats, while the young people outside the house were also interested in each other.

What was unexpected to Lynn was that Dachao, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a very talkative person, and it did not meet the serious and serious Dachao in Lynn's stereotype.

Maybe Dachao wearing glasses and cloak are not the same person?

Lin En raised his hand, wanting to stroke his hair, the whole hair spray hand, etc., but he held it back.

"My father said, you bought the farm next door, and said that in order to inspect the farm, you almost fell off in a small plane spraying pesticides... Sorry."

Dachao smiled apologetically, paused a little and continued to ask, "Why? Can I ask this?"

Lin Neng is 183 tall. Standing next to Da Chao, he looks like a malnourished pole. He is mainly because Da Chao not only has a person, but also has a muscle that can directly participate in bodybuilding competitions. When Da Chao suddenly inserts his hands into the bag and frowns his eyebrows, he should not say anything. This sense of oppression is still very strong.

Lynn was a little distracted: "Why? Why?"

Clark Kent smiled, and his temperament became simple and kind again: "You are very rich, and you can easily take out millions of cash to buy a farm in a foreign land in your twenties.

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

Clark stopped coming out, Lynn smiled and took the initiative to catch his words: "Those lights, those golden and magnificent, those flattering, those compliments that don't know the truth, pray, and berthless...

Are you talking about this, Clark.”

"Um."

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

"More than that, I'm good at sprinkling pesticides when flying planes."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The two of them laughed loudly, feeling that the polite atmosphere had been reduced a little.

Walking to the door of the warehouse, Clark launched an old motorcycle. Lynn could see that the Kent and his son liked this motorcycle very much, and it was well maintained.

I am old and very energetic.

"This is that one..."

"Ha, yes, that motorcycle."

Lynn was joking, and Clark couldn't help laughing. When he was a child, he thought about working as a repairman. Because the nearby farms are some distance from the city, the maintenance of the agricultural machinery of each farm was done by Old Kent voluntarily.

Whenever an agricultural machine is rescued, Old Kent will be very happy, and the same is true for the people around him. Clark knew that his father was a very useful person. He could help others and gain praise and respect, while his father was also very happy.

This is simply the perfect job! What better way to do this?!

The young Clark naturally hoped to become a person like his father, so he had the story of him secretly using his father's motorcycle repair tools to "repair" the tractor.

“I was carrying a tool kit full of oil, and I went to repair my tractor with my chest and head raised.

I removed its tires because I couldn't reach the hood and the door couldn't be opened without a key."

Clark gently tapped the motorcycle's fuel tank and recalled his unreliable childhood: "My father just said I was repairing the tractor, but in fact I just removed the tires and couldn't install them.

However, my father didn't blame me. He brought a small stool and helped me repair the tractor for the afternoon, haha..."

Clark suddenly couldn't help laughing: "The tractor was originally used well, and it was not so easy to use after we were repaired for an afternoon."

Lynn couldn't help laughing, "Haha, no wonder you father and son remember this so clearly.

Clark.”

"Um?"

"Luckily you didn't become a repairman..."

"Ah hahahaha!"

The two laughed for a while, Lynn approached a little, knocked on the motorcycle's fuel tank, and asked casually: "Clark, do you still want to be a repairman now?"

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

Lynn did not continue to ask questions, but instead sat on the ground next to the motorcycle, half lying down, turned to look at his own farm not far away, and whispered: "Actually everyone is the same. Don't look at me as rich, you don't know that my money is actually borrowed by my friend. The old man in your room is the rich man.

It is actually difficult for young people like me to give you any useful and reliable life suggestions. I still live a mess myself.

You know the truth and so on yourself, and I believe that with such a great father, you will not need other people's guidance.

If I really want to say it, I can only lend another wise old man and give it to you."

"What."

Clark also sat on the ground, a decaying but energetic motorcycle between them. One lay down, looking at the farm beside him, and the other sat, looking at the starry sky above his head.

“The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.”

Lynn'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 and didn't know how to use his power, or even used his power to do some wrong things, but he finally woke up.

Well… Speaking of which, Ben Parker’s adopted son is also a reporter.”

"……Yeah."

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

Suddenly, Lin En stood up and sat upright, supported the soil behind him with his hands, and looked up at the night sky: "What do you think of, just do it boldly. There is no reason you want to be a mechanic, but the car doesn't like you to repair it."

Clark shook his head slightly on the other side of the motorcycle: "I just think that the driver may not like me as a mechanic, the person who crashed the car does not like me as a mechanic, and the other mechanics do not like me as a mechanic, nor do they like me..."

"You won't hit them."

Lynn lifted his head from above the fuel tank of the car, raised one hand high, and was holding a wrench in his hand.

"What?"

Clark seemed to misunderstand.

"If you have a wrench in your hand, you will repair whoever you are unhappy."

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

Clark was amused by Lynn: "Then there will be no business coming."

"Did you work as a repairman just to make money?"

Lynn's voice gradually rose: "Cleaning the bad things, don't you want to be a repairman for this?"

Dangdangdang——

Lynn also grabbed a wrench with his hand and knocked on each other.

“I like farming, just because I’m not happy to watch the land being wasted.”

"But if you don't plant, there will be others to plant. Even if no one plantes, the land will grow wild grass and flowers. Although they may not be valuable, sometimes... things are like that, the rules are like that, and it always proceeds like this."

"So..."

Lin Endang Dangdang knocked on the wrench in his hand and said, "I bought a farm just to plant whatever I want!

Since weeds affect crop growth, of course we have to be pulled out.

On my farm, I have the final say!”
Chapter completed!