Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 120

Chapter 120, Rebuilding the City

Ossena did not become idle because of the end of the disaster.

On the contrary, she was even busier.

In the process of arranging the people to evacuate Renaissance City, due to the urgent time, the whole event was inevitably particularly chaotic in the storm.

But fortunately, the problem was finally solved.

When the evacuation operation was halfway through, the wind and rain subsided and the sky cleared.

Although the governor had not given a new order at that time, Ossena could see that the disaster that was enough to destroy the entire Renaissance City seemed to have passed.

Although the houses collapsed by the storm were soaked in the waterlogging caused by the heavy rain, everything looked extremely messy. There were also many people who were electrocuted by lightning…

But in general, the casualties were still within an acceptable range for the time being.

At that time, she had already asked for assistance from her troops to conduct more orderly control; and after receiving the order from the governor that the disaster was over, she directly stopped the operation of evacuating the city.

At this time, Ossena’s work focus became disaster rescue.

She did not directly send the organized people back. She took the stage with a loudspeaker and personally told the people about the whole process. The terrible cultists wanted to summon a storm to destroy the city, but this conspiracy was personally thwarted by the wise and powerful Governor.

Now, the city has turned from danger to safety. People who have not received food can continue to receive food at the food distribution point; those who have received food must participate in the city’s disaster relief operations under the arrangement of the army.

As for the tens of thousands of people who have gone to the evacuation point outside the city, Ossena did not stuff them back into the city.

According to the Governor’s request, they will preach and educate the more than 30,000 people and let them migrate to Weixing City.

This is the established population strategy.

Fuxing City actually does not need to maintain such a large population.

In the past, Fuxing City, apart from the exploitation of the poor and refugees in the outer city by the inner city people, it was difficult to feed so many people just from the industrial structure. Fuxing City has a good light industry foundation, but it cannot absorb millions of employed people; the service industry is mainly for the inner city. In fact, ordinary people in the inner city live a tight life. Only the rich are richer, but they don’t need so many people to serve them.

To put it bluntly, the production capacity cannot support so many people, and exploitation is really not the most important reason.

Fuxing City cannot support it, but Weixing City can!

There is a severe shortage of people there, and the expansion of production is hindered by the population.

In the original plan, Gu Hang planned to transfer a large number of people from Fuxing City to Weixing City to form a heavy industrial base.

Now is just right.

The belongings of those who left the city were soaked by the flood, and the people also left, and even the food for the journey was prepared. The large army of people may move a little slowly, but after two days on the road, they should be able to reach Weixing City.

Of course, they will not be allowed to go on the road like this.

The wasteland is not safe. Battalion

Commander Perbov has been ordered to lead his troops, cooperate with the 3rd Battalion, and take the team back as an escort.

At that time, Patel, the head of the Feidong Society, will probably be very happy.

As for the rescue and disaster relief in the outer city of Fuxing City, it is actually very rough and simple.

Originally, there was no planning at all for this area outside the city. When people come, they find a place and build a shed to call their home. There are all kinds of materials for building sheds; these houses have no fire and disaster prevention performance at all. If they can’t leak wind and rain, they are considered to be well built.

There is no consideration of whether the transportation is convenient or not. In places with dense population, it is good to leave a small road for people to get out.

It is because the people in the inner city couldn’t stand it at the beginning – mainly because they couldn’t let these mud legs block the roads in and out of the city. They planned several avenues and strictly prohibited occupying the roads, so that basic materials were kept normal.

This was originally in Ossena’s plan. She will gradually clean up this outer city, build a more reasonable road network based on the main roads, and establish administrative districts in blocks and zones according to the industrial structure.

Although this storm and the floods brought by the storm are disasters,… on the bright side, they have helped to demolish the houses.

Although the ruins on this ground are in a mess, they have to clean them up.

So let’s clean them up.

This is what the so-called emergency rescue is all about. Searching the ruins piece by piece, first saving people, then clearing an area, piling up the garbage in one place, and building some simple, habitable houses in the vacant places, even if they have to sleep on a big bunk bed.

Then the construction team will intervene simultaneously, and build new houses in the cleared places according to the plan.

After watching many people simply eat their fill, wade in the water, roll up their sleeves, and work hard, Ossena’s face showed a long-lost smile.

She likes this kind of energetic scene the most.

However, after laughing, she immediately turned around and returned to her temporary office.

Since the rescue and relief work is to be turned into urban reconstruction, the necessary planning must be done quickly.

This caught Ossena off guard. She originally thought that she still had enough time to think about this matter. How to demolish, how to build, including how to resettle and compensate the civilians whose houses are demolished… Now, many problems don’t need to be thought about, but some new problems have also arisen.

She is full of energy.

…

“What the hell are you doing!”

“They said they were going to evacuate, and they said they were going to come back!”

“They have to move so many things and clean up the ruins. What’s the point of cleaning them up? When the water is gone, these things can still be used…”

“Boss Ricky, can you say something?”

Listening to the complaints one by one, Ricky probably had similar feelings.

However, when others asked him about it, he just waved his hand and said, “That is, talk less and do more.”

“Tsk…” The man was bored and waved his hand but didn’t dare to say anything more.

Boss Ricky still has some reputation in this area. After all, he once led hundreds of people through the wilderness and survived hard to come to Fuxing City. Then, with his bravery and fierceness, he fought for a small world so that his people could eat; at the same time, he was loyal, disciplined, and reasonable, and did not bully others. Instead, he was willing to come out to uphold justice for others, thus establishing a lot of prestige, so that people in a large area of the block respected him very much, and even the gangs didn’t come here very often.

But that’s the most he can do.

Now, this block has been destroyed, and people have run away everywhere. There are few people around who know each other.

But Ricky didn’t care. He just quietly picked up the waste boards on the ground and put them on the cart next to him, and then repeated the action.

In his opinion, what’s the point of saying so much and doing so much?

When have those people above ever treated them as human beings?

In fact, it’s good enough for the new governor to give him food and food. If he wants to mess around, then let him mess around. As long as he is fed, he can mess around as he wants.

Whoever feeds him is the boss.

As for the storm that will destroy the city, it is said that it was stopped by the governor… Anyway, I didn’t see it, so what you say is what it is. Can I still object?

Of course, it’s not that I don’t believe it at all. After all, the wind and rain are indeed abnormal. He also saw red light falling from eight points around the city, and there were rumbling explosions, as if there was a fierce battle.

Later, the wind and rain did stop.

Maybe it was really the Governor who did it?

But it has nothing to do with a small shrimp like me.

Can I influence anything?

Nothing.

Even if it was something like this that would destroy a city and kill people, it would be meaningless for a poor man like himself, even a poor man with some prestige, to do anything. Even if the storm, thunder and lightning, and flood really wanted his life, he could only give it to him, otherwise what else could he do?

In contrast, all he could do was to try to get himself a share of food.

Even if he was going to die, he had to eat before dying, right?

In his past wandering life, he had almost starved to death, and he had seen people starving to death. He thought that was the most terrible way to die in this world.

However, when it came to eating, he thought it was better for the governor to win.

After all, the governor really gave him a meal.

As for working now? Well, after eating, you have to work, that’s natural.

Is there any place in this wasteland where you can eat for free?

It was that when he was working, there was always a man in a black leather jacket and a red hat, holding a loudspeaker and shouting beside him, which was a bit annoying.

But he didn’t dare to say a word.

He brought a gun and soldiers. There were tens of thousands of people working on their construction site, and there were nearly a hundred soldiers guarding nearby. These soldiers were not just construction workers, but were also working under the leadership of the red hat.

But you should just do your work, don’t always argue.

They said that this was to clean up our own homes, and better houses would be built here in the future, and these houses would be our own to live in…

Damn, there is such a good thing in the wasteland? I, Ricky, have never heard of it in my life.

But as he said this, he couldn’t help but yearn for it.

Can you really live in a solid house and live in a neat and uniform neighborhood?

Forget it, it’s better not to have too much hope, so as not to be more disappointed.

As he continued to work on the work at hand, his physical fatigue and exhaustion gradually made him have no time to think about random things.

But at this time, the sound of gongs and drums sounded.

It’s time to eat.

He looked up and realized that it was getting dark, and it was almost time to finish work.

He followed the flow of people to the place where he ate and got his share.

It was not delicious, just a hard piece of something similar to a pancake.

But Ricky was still very happy. Whether the food was delicious or not was never within his consideration. He only knew that this piece of hard pancake was very solid and very filling.

Not to mention, it was paired with a bowl of thick soup to soak the pancake in, which was already a great delicacy.

After a day of hard work, he was drooling over the meal and his stomach growled.

After taking the food, he was impatient to leave and enjoy it to the side, but was stopped by someone.

“You still haven’t taken this.”

“Huh?” He turned around and saw a pair of gloves.

“The supplies just allocated can be used tomorrow. Be careful when doing things and don’t cut your hands.” The girl in charge of distributing food and gloves said so.

Ricky took the gloves hesitantly, and couldn’t help looking around, and found that almost everyone got a pair.

He wanted to take back his previous thoughts.

The food and gloves in his hands seemed to tell him that the new adults seemed willing to treat them as human beings.

Otherwise, they would just work and take care of their meals, and they would not be worried about whether they would scratch their hands before giving them gloves.

Retracting his thoughts, he nodded slightly, took the food and gloves, and left.

After eating and drinking, he lay on the big bunk bed, ready to fall asleep.

There was a little noise in his ears, that was the construction team building houses overnight. The materials they used were the rags they had collected before, and they built simple board houses.

In fact, some of them had been built today. According to the red hat, this was a temporary residence for them, and they would be able to move in and settle down first. When more houses were built later, houses would be allocated to everyone according to their contributions.

Ricky still didn’t quite believe the second half of the sentence, but he had no doubts about the first half. Although he didn’t move in himself, it was because there were not enough simple board houses and bunk beds, so only some people could be accommodated, and the old, the young and the women were the first.

The place where he slept now was open-air. It was just a pile of waste materials randomly piled up to raise it by several dozen centimeters. He tried to build some sheds around it to avoid sleeping directly on the ground with water stains and to block the wind.

But by tomorrow, more resettlement houses will be built, and he should be able to sleep in them, instead of doing it like today.

Although the conditions are difficult, in fact, everyone can bear this kind of hardship, it’s nothing.

He lay down and prepared to go to bed quickly, because there is still a lot of work to do tomorrow.

At this moment, he heard a loudspeaker outside shouting.

“Ricky! Ricky! Who is Ricky? Who knows Ricky?”

He sat up with a serious face.

He didn’t know what happened, but with the instinct of a wastelander, anything that happened would be assumed to be a bad thing.

He was already thinking about how to hide his name and how to sneak away.

However, others didn’t give him this opportunity.

Being famous is not necessarily a bad thing, and he was soon identified. More than one person outside said that Ricky was here.

He could only walk out helplessly and stare at the guys who exposed themselves.

A young man was glared at and said rather embarrassedly: “Boss Ricky, these people don’t seem to have bad intentions when they come to you, otherwise I wouldn’t tell them, I’m not betraying you!”

“Come on!”

After cursing, he could only helplessly follow the man in the red hat holding the horn in front of him.

He got on the car – for the first time in his life – and came to a place that was not much different from their temporary residence.

However, the lights were still bright at night, and many people were coming in and out, looking very busy.

He waited for a while, and someone took him in and came to a girl in a blue shirt.

She didn’t notice someone coming, and was still buried in the documents; her shoulders were quite thin, as if she would fall down if the wind blew; her face also looked very haggard, as if she had been tired for a long time.

But Ricky was familiar with this person.

He was a little unbelievable: “O… Osena?”

Hearing his voice, the girl who was working with her head down raised her head and showed a surprised smile:

“Uncle Ricky? I finally found you! Are you okay?”

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The two chapters are combined

(end of this chapter)