The left side of the road is still a wasteland under construction, but on the right side there are rows of newly built three-story buildings rising from the ground, with flying eaves and brackets, which are extremely beautiful.
You can vaguely see that there are many flower beds, stone tables, stone benches and other facilities downstairs of the small building.
At this moment, there are still many people wandering around with their hands behind their backs.
Everything seems orderly and harmonious
Chu Youyi leaned against the window and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, but why is the house built outside the city?"
Fang Zheng smiled and replied, "That's just wasteland on the outskirts, still under development. These are houses built for poor people."
He hadn't been back for a while, and he didn't expect that the first phase of houses had been built? Judging from the number of people, a batch of houses should have been sold. I don't know how much money Liu Zhongshun made.
However, Fang Zhengyi was very pleased with the exterior design of this three-story building, and it seemed that someone was carefully hired to design it.
He likes traditional architecture.
But in the previous life, Chinese-style architecture was basically almost destroyed, as the shape of high-rise buildings was simply not suitable for the design of flying eaves and brackets.
If everyone could live in a small villa, perhaps they could still retain their own characteristics.
It’s a pity that I can only live in a small high-rise box.
It seems that it is necessary to guide architectural aesthetics in the future, and an architectural design department should be opened in universities.
Chu Qinghan was also constantly looking outside carefully. Seeing this unique scenery, he was quite shocked.
This is the best county in the world in folklore. The outskirts of the county are so beautiful. I wonder what the scenery is like inside the city.
Compared with this, Yuding City is far inferior.
He is worthy of his name. He is willing to spend so much effort even to build houses for poor people. No wonder the people in the capital are saying that he is a good official who serves the country and the people.
And he is approachable...
Chu Qinghan couldn't help but glance sideways at Fang Zhengyi, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"The distance between the buildings is too big, what a waste!" Fang Zheng muttered quietly, feeling resentful in his heart.
Three-story buildings, a few meters apart, are enough. This one is about twenty meters long, and it's so sparse. Why build so many gardens?
It’s warm only when people gather together!
This means selling fewer houses! Isn't this a waste of money?
"Master Fang, what did you just say?"
"Ahem, nothing much. Let's eat first after we get into the city."
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