Although it is called a small town, there are actually not many residents in Perfect Town.

After passing the residence of the old shepherd Fred, Sun Cheng continued to drive up the town along the dirt road. Soon he saw a Ford sedan parked on the side of the road, a small mobile house that could be pulled away with a car.

He slowed down a little and looked at the mobile house that was suspected to be made of wooden boards, thin iron sheets and composite materials with interest.

In the United States, there are many houses that can drag around and move around with just a big horsepower car or pickup truck.

Sun Cheng had also wanted to buy a slightly larger one before and put it in the farm space, so he paid a little attention.

As far as he knows, about 20 to 30 million people live in such mobile houses in all meters. Their average construction cost ranges from several thousand meters to tens of thousands of thousands, and their internal area also ranges from more than ten square meters to thirty or forty square meters.

"When I get rich, I will buy a few mobile houses and put them in the farm space to use them as villas!"

There are dormitories for living in the farm space, but there are no windows. Although Sun Cheng does not have claustrophobia, he can't sleep for a short night in that place. He can't stand it if he wants to live in it every day.

It was not far from Fred's residence to the town center. After driving along the dirt road for a while, I saw an upright sign.

"Perfect Town, built in 1902, has a current population of 14!"

Not far from the sign is the town center composed of several houses with only one floor. Sun Cheng drove onto the trail and drove for more than ten meters. A wooden house called "Water Zhang Grocery Store" appeared in his sight.

Outside the grocery store, a mixed-race boy who looked at most thirteen or fourteen years old was filming a basketball.

When he saw Sun Cheng's vehicle parked at the door of the grocery store, the boy was not afraid of being angry at all. Instead, he took the initiative to say hello to him: "Hi, random parking is not allowed here!"

He parked the car in an open space outside the grocery store door and got out of the car. He rubbed his butt that was sour on the top of the road, pointed to the two cars next to him, and signaled the boy to look over.

"They can stop, but you can't!"

"Haha, you guys are still discriminating!"

Sun Cheng looked up at the name of the grocery store, "Is this Zhang Huate living here?"

He realized that the mixed-race boy in front of him might have a bit of Chinese blood, so the first sentence is in English and the second sentence is in Chinese.

The mixed-race boy was stunned, then ran towards the gate of the grocery store, and shouted: "Grandpa, someone is looking for you!"

Unexpectedly, he really guessed correctly. Sun Cheng did not rush to go in. Instead, he opened the rear door, took out Zhang Bo's golden earth from the car, and walked in with a solemn expression.

When I opened the door, what caught my eye was a grocery store about 70 to 80 square meters. There were not many goods sold in the grocery store, and there was an empty place similar to a bar in the center.

On the inside of the bar, there was a short and fat Chinese man with a gray beard standing next to the cash register.

On the other side of the bar, there were a man and a woman sitting on several benches.

Sun Cheng just walked into the grocery store with Jintan in his arms, and immediately attracted everyone's gaze.

On the other side of the bar, Zhang Huate, who was originally called by his grandson for some reason, saw Sun Cheng's Chinese face and the golden hall in his arms, the original smile on his face immediately disappeared.

He stumbled out from behind the counter, tears already shining in his eyes.

"elder brother!"

He murmured in Chinese, walked to Sun Cheng and stretched out his old hands, and took Zhang Bo's golden earth from his hand with trembling.

"Please mourn!"

Sun Cheng whispered to comfort him, and then he suddenly turned around and ran out of the grocery store as if he had remembered something.

Then he opened the rear compartment and looked for a while, but in fact he took out a series of formalities such as death certificates issued by Tangbu, the police station, hospital, and the community from the farm space.

Only then did Sun Cheng return to the grocery store again, looking at Zhang Huate, who was crying in tears, stopped and silently.

"Hi!"

A somewhat bald white man walked up to Sun Cheng and took a can of beer to him: "I'll thank you for Lao Zhang, and escorting his brother from Big Apple City to go home!"

"Thanks!"

Sun Cheng took the beer from him, "What do you call it?"

"Bert Gammo, call me Bert!" The bald middle-aged white man took the initiative to reach out and shook with him.

Sun Cheng did not expect that the harmonious neighborhoods of Xia Country actually existed in the United States.

However, although he does not have any sense of belonging to the United States, he doesn't mind making more friends.

He smiled and introduced himself, "Hunt Sun, you can call me Hunter or Sun, either!"

Old Zhang cried aside, hugged Zhang Bo’s golden hall for a while before gradually stopping.

It was also at this moment that Sun Cheng had already talked with Bert for a while and had roughly known about the situation in Perfect Town.

The mixed-race boy who was comforting him by Uncle Zhang was named Ma Wen, who was a somewhat naughty mixed-race boy.

His parents live in Bisby. I heard that because of work, I often go to Las Vegas for a while, so I let this kid come to my grandfather on weekends and holidays.

In the grocery store, the woman who just sat at the counter with Bert was his wife, Heather Ganmer.

Although he had only briefly communicated a few words, Sun Cheng felt that he could talk to Bert very well.

At first, the two of them were just greeting each other without saying a word, but Bert suddenly started talking about weapons.

Coincidentally, Sun Cheng is also an enthusiastic gun and weapon enthusiast, with sufficient theoretical knowledge.

As a result, the greetings that were originally just polite in nature soon turned into fierce discussions.

Burt seemed to have collected a lot of weapons and guns. He and his wife knew guns very well. When it comes to various guns, from power to rate of fire and accuracy, the couple can do everything at will, and they are very familiar with each other.

"Heather's favorite is the 70-type shotgun, but she usually uses an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle... I prefer the large-caliber American Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, and shotgun..."

"Sun, do you want to consider staying in Perfect Town for a while? I can take you to my house and enjoy my collection!"

On Sun Cheng's side, he and Bert became more and more enjoyable when they chatted with him. He was soon invited by Bert to his house to appreciate his collection.

He was already a little moved and was about to agree.

At this moment, a gust of wind chimes came from outside the grocery store. It was Lao Zhang hanging at the door, reminding customers that the wind chimes were ringing.
Chapter completed!