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Before going down into the mine with explosives on her back, Aria wanted to give some strawberries to Martha to thank her for her coffee machine which gave her half coffee freedom.
She carefully selected a suitable packaging basket for the ten strawberries. To show that they were freshly picked from the ground, Aria picked a few green strawberry leaves and put them on top - now it looked exactly like something that would appear in an organic fruit and vegetable advertisement.
After finishing the decorations, the farmer put the items into her backpack. Her pony, who was staying in the stable, saw Aria approaching and gently turned its head and ears towards her.
It didn't look like it had been separated from its owner for a few days. It was still waiting for her arrival as intimately and loyally as before.
Aria put her face against Libao, rubbed it against him, and then climbed onto the horse.
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Aria was already quite familiar with the road to Martha's house. Even Libao, who came later, could walk back and forth between the farm and Martha's house with his eyes closed.
The morning breeze is the gentlest. It combines the coldness of night turning into dawn and the warmth brought by the morning light. It will not make people feel cold, but will only make their minds gradually clear from sleepiness.
Li Bao's horse's hooves stepped on the hard dirt road. There were already crops on both sides of the road - the newly sprouted corn seedlings formed a huge green wave, rustling in the morning breeze.
Aria thought of the automatic sprinklers she had made for Martha before. They were installed before the corn was planted. Now it seemed that the number was far from enough to water all the crops. It was not good to do a good thing only halfway. The farmer decided to get some iron sprinklers and install them for Martha in the dark when he went down to the mine.
Returning to Smallville made Aria feel relieved. It was very easy to improve the favorability of the NPCs here. Almost a gift a day plus occasional chats could steadily increase their favorability. She guessed that perhaps it was because this place was so vast and people naturally became close in the process of reclamation and pioneering - not long ago, she was still a guest in the town, but now she has gradually integrated into it.
Libao stopped in front of Martha's door and gently shook its hind legs to signal Aria that she could come down. The farmer supported Libao with her palm and rolled over to the ground successfully. Before she could knock on the door to let Martha know she was coming, the door of the house opened by itself, and a white shadow that Aria was very familiar with jumped out from inside.
Little White opened the door and ran out of Martha's house happily. As if meeting an old friend, he excitedly circled around her several times, tongue hanging out, with the words "I'm glad to see you" written all over his heart and eyes.
The farmer was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected to run into a friend from Gotham here. She happily squatted down and gave Xiaobai a full rubdown: "Good morning, Xiaobai!"
Although some parts of Xiaobai's body looked dirty, and Aria even smelled something burnt when she got close to it, but considering that the child was smart, calling it dirty might hurt the puppy's feelings, Aria ignored the discordant parts of Xiaobai's body and just kept petting it.
Humans always like to pinch their throats when talking to dogs, and Aria is no exception. Not only is she very skilled in petting dogs, but her words of praise are never the same.
"Who helps others without asking for anything in return? Who bravely stands in front of bad guys to protect everyone from harm?" The farmer stroked the garlic hairs on its neck and its strong back, full of admiration: "Who is the smartest and bravest good dog?"
The little white tail swung like a propeller. She didn't know if it was Aria's illusion, but she felt that it was really a little off the ground.
Perhaps there was something wrong with the mapping, the farmer shook his head slightly and tried to forget the absurd scene just now - this praise had reached its peak, and only the last item was left to complete the work perfectly.
Aria then held the dog's head in her arms and rubbed it angrily as if to bully it: "Of course it's you! How could there be any other dog in the world more adorable than you!"
As an adult dog, Little Krypton should have demonstrated the reliability and trustworthiness of an adult dog, just like when he and Clark were rescuing people from the fire today. When people saw the adult dog and the red dog cape that symbolizes hope, they knew that they could entrust their trust to it in the face of disaster.
But now that he was praised so strongly, little Krypton nestled his head in Aria's arms, and his voice became muffled - the sound only a puppy would make.
Clark Kent coughed in the kitchen, and the white adult dog regained its original voice as if it had suddenly found its vocal cords, and ran out of Aria's arms.
The farmer didn't suspect anything. After petting the dog, he picked up the strawberries and walked into the house. Xiaobai jumped up and whimpered, pulling at the farmer's clothes. When she hesitated and stopped, it jumped up and easily held the handle of the strawberry basket in its mouth, and welcomed it into the house with Aria.
Aria followed it into Martha's house. It sounded like Martha was busy in the kitchen. She could hear the sound of running water and the clinking of cups and plates, but it only lasted two or three times before stopping.
"Martha?" The farmer raised her voice slightly, watching Xiaobai jump to a height that ordinary dogs could hardly reach, and put the basket of strawberries intact on the dining table. She followed it into the kitchen.
"I brought you some fresh strawberries that were just grown in the fields..." Aria's voice stopped abruptly.
Clark Kent was wearing a white T-shirt and a plaid apron that was out of fashion for his age. For some reason, his hair was more curly than usual and looked messy - the apron was definitely not his own because it was not the right size. Clark's chest bulged out when he wore it, like a walking sign at the gym. He suddenly changed into a casual outfit on a whim.
In other words, this kind of fashion doesn't look like Clark Kent at all.
Clark Kent had no idea that the farmer had such rich psychological activities. He was just a little worried about housework.
Probably no villain in the world would have thought that Superman, who is almost omnipotent, is currently most worried about how to finish all the things he promised to do before his mother comes home.
He had originally thought that rescuing people from the fire and finishing his chores before Martha came home would be a simple task, and his super speed would help him overcome it. But now it seemed that completing this task might be a bit difficult. He couldn't just polish everything in the kitchen to a sparkling shine right in front of the farmer. Based on Clark Kent's superficial understanding of Aria, if he did so, it would be one thing to expose his identity, but the more likely thing was that the farmer would send him an offer on the spot, inviting him to join the company with astonishing enthusiasm.
Clark Kent never minded helping his neighbors with some hard work, especially since it was Aria - she had helped Martha a lot and had a good relationship with him. Even though they had known each other for a short time and there were still some doubts about her identity, Clark still included her in his half circle of trust.
But for some reason, every time he thought about the possibility of being offered a farm job, a chill would spread across the Kryptonian's iron skin, causing him to shudder.
...So forget it.
Even though his progress was disrupted, Clark Kent still put aside what he was doing at super speed and smiled at the farmer: "Good morning, Aria."
The small town boy's smile largely alleviated the shock that Aria had felt after witnessing the transformation of the trendy man. However, this time he came mainly to thank Martha. Since Martha was not around, the farmer and Clark didn't seem to have anything new to talk about.
So Aria pointed to the strawberries on the table, indicating that the things had been delivered: "This is for Martha. Since she is not here, can you please tell her for me?" She was in a hurry to blast the mine.
The explosives in the bag were already vibrating. This Lucky Sky Mine must contain the colorful fragments she wanted!
Clark, however, seemed to have something to say to her. He approached the basket of strawberries, examining them for a moment as if he were doing a scientific research report, before finally offering a few words of genuine praise: "Thank you, Aria."
His eyes, as clear as the sky, were full of sincerity: "The strawberries look very good, I'm sure you put a lot of thought into them." Although for some reason these strawberries looked exactly the same, even the number of strawberry seeds on them was exactly the same, but as soon as the thought shifted in this direction, a gentle force came over him, making him forget his previous thoughts.
Superman was easily distracted by this force and veered off in another direction. "I don't know what you did before, but this is enough to prove that Aria is a very talented farmer."
Didn't it actually take much thought? The farmer was a little embarrassed. She just planted the seeds in the ground and installed the sprinklers, and these little babies grew healthily on their own. Problems such as pests and diseases did not exist on the farm of AAA Agricultural and Sideline Products Distributor. Even if pests came, they would not leave until they were punched by her.
However, Aria was always quick to accept compliments from NPCs - after all, she was such a perfect being, and anyone who didn't like her had something wrong with them.
Of course, the farmer was very happy to be praised by the farming family. She couldn't help but smile brightly, like a sunflower: "Of course!"
After realizing she should be more modest, Aria gave some credit to the location: "Besides, this is Kansas after all. There's so much sunshine, it's hard not to grow crops well."
It’s good to be able to talk. It makes people not want to skip the conversation with him.
"And with an experienced farming expert like Clark here, there won't be any problems in the future."
"Ahem," Clark Kent coughed twice to hide his emotions, trying to appear calm and change the subject without being too abrupt. "Would you like to bring some breakfast?"
Aria shook her head. "Just give me some coffee, if that's convenient."
When the farmer saw the cup of espresso in the kitchen, his eyes lit up with desire as if he had found some treasure.
"That's fine, thanks Clark!"
No, Superman glanced at the espresso in the kitchen that was dosed specifically for Kryptonian physiques. This human definitely couldn't drink it; it would kill them.
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It's a common human problem that people become trapped when facing a puppy (Dumbledore shook his head). Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution between 2024-07-23 23:59:06 and 2024-07-24 23:59:20~
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