"It seems that I may not be able to say you, so I’ll look at your achievements," said the bodhi old zu in the White House, and then left behind my back.

Chapter five hundred and twenty-seven Good people form a city
Baijia bodhi old zu came out from the construction command office and took the wide road of Zhengqi City.
You can find that ordinary cities are different along the way.
The road has three elevated floors.
On the first floor, there are pedestrians wandering around at will, on the second floor, there are vehicles coming and going in a hurry, and on the third floor, it is quite open. Occasionally, some ambulances will pass by quickly.
It looks very rough.
What a luxury … The White House bodhi old zu shook his head and thought of his own city, which is far from being able to do this.
Diwangcheng has three floors, and the streets on each floor are relatively narrow.
After all, it should be considered that it is as difficult to dig roads in the problematic rock layer as it is to pave roads on the ground.
Without the demon rats as compensation workers, no organization on earth would have built such a big city at present.
He was once deeply proud, but now he can’t help sighing when he sees that this righteous city is still under construction.
Everyone is different.
Countries are even different.
Just like China and rice, the latter is truly "vast in territory and abundant in resources". The former has not been starved for decades, while the latter has been unable to finish eating meat for a long time.
It is not only the largest developed country but also the largest grain exporter.
It’s a pity that there seems to be some feeling that it can’t keep up with the times, but I believe that those white people who can’t see colored people in their bones will not tolerate this situation for a long time.
He went on walking slowly.
Rare and precious trees are planted on both sides of the road, giving off a burst of fragrance. full of green with suitable temperature gives people a very comfortable feeling.
At this time, it was February, and most parts of Shenzhou were still cold and bleak.
The road projected by the green trees and trees along the road is divided by three layers of viaducts.
Where does the sunshine come from?
He looked at the sky with a hint of curiosity.
There is no sun in the sky …
But sunlight is transmitted from the surface.
Oh, this is the mystery. It seems to be independent of external reality and closely connected.
If you compare the main world to a big tree, this secret realm is equivalent to a branch.
It’s wonderful that the outside world can get in and out like sunshine, rain and dew, just as trees pour nutrients into branches.
I really envy that bodhisattva’s old son who easily got a magical realm by relying on the knight-errant armor, which is better than his own hard work.
Everyone is really different.
While thinking about the White House bodhi old zu to move on.
There are some shops on both sides of the road. The shops are well decorated and very clean.
Everyone who goes in and out of the shop is smiling.
It’s normal, and it’s similar outside
But when he went into a store to have a look, he found the difference.
It turns out that there is no clerk here. Everything is self-help. Choose things from the shelf and then check out at the counter.
How is that possible? Aren’t you afraid of being stolen?
Is it true that this righteous city is full of righteous people and thieves are impossible?
When he was wondering, a sound came up.
"How can you literally take things in the store? This is not right. "
I saw a little boy in a red shirt secretly hiding a red transformer in his arms and following his mother out of the store.
The white house bodhi old zu nodded slightly. That’s right. No one is watching. Someone must want to take things away for nothing. Adults may be able to control themselves. Children don’t care so much.
"Mom, I want this toy."
"You have enough toys to buy." The boy’s mother took the Transformers back and put them on the shelf.
"No, I will." The child lay down and cried.
People around you looked at it curiously, and without help, they continued to choose the goods to check out and leave.
The mother smiled and didn’t help the child, but said to others, "Nothing, let him cry for a while."
Then she kindly said to the little boy, "Xiaozhi, if you cry, don’t affect other uncles and aunts to cry in that corner …"
The little boy got up honestly when he heard the smell, and really ran to the side and cried in the corner. It seems that this habit has been formed at home.