Chapter 120, Rebuilding the City
Ossena did not become free because the disaster was over.
On the contrary, she became even busier.
In the process of arranging for the people to evacuate Fuxing City, due to the urgency of time, the whole event inevitably appeared particularly chaotic in the storm.
But fortunately, the problem was finally solved.
When the evacuation was halfway done, the wind and rain subsided and the sky cleared.
Although there was no new order from the Governor 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. Many people were electrocuted by lightning...
But overall, the casualties are still within an acceptable range.
At that time, she had already asked for assistance from her troops to carry out more orderly control; and after receiving the governor's order that the disaster was over, she directly stopped the operation to evacuate the city.
At this time, Ossena's work focus became disaster rescue.
She did not send the organized people back directly. She took the stage with a loud speaker and told the people the whole process in person. The terrible cultists wanted to summon a storm to destroy the city, but this conspiracy was thwarted by the wise and powerful Governor himself.
Now that the city has turned from danger to safety, people who have not received food can continue to receive food at food distribution points; those who have received food must participate in the city's disaster rescue operations under the arrangement of the troops.
As for the tens of thousands of people who had already gone to the evacuation points outside the city, Ossena did not stuff them back into the city.
In accordance with 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.
There is actually no need for Fuxing City to maintain such a large population.
In the past, Fuxing City, apart from the exploitation of the poor and refugees from the outer cities by the inner city residents, it was difficult to feed so many people simply from the perspective of industrial structure. Fuxing City had a good light industrial base, but it could not absorb millions of employed people; the service industry was mainly for the inner city, and in fact, ordinary people in the inner city also lived a tight life. Only the rich were relatively wealthy, but they did not need so many people to serve them.
To put it bluntly, the production capacity cannot support so many people, and exploitation is not really the most important reason.
Fuxing City can’t support it, but Weixing City can!
There is a severe shortage of people there, and the expansion of production is hindered by the population size.
In the original plan, Gu Hang intended to transfer a large number of people from Fuxing City to Weixing City to form a heavy industrial base.
Now is the perfect time.
The people who left the city had their belongings destroyed by the flood, and they had even prepared food for the journey. The large group of people might be moving slowly, but they should be able to reach Weixing City in two days.
Of course, they won’t really 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 act as escort to bring the team back.
By then, Patel, the head of Feidong Society, will probably be so happy that he can't stop smiling.
As for the rescue and relief work in the area outside Fuxing City, it was actually very rough and simple.
Originally, this area outside the city had no planning at all. People came and found a place to build a shed and it became their home. The materials used to build the shed were all kinds of things; these houses had no fireproof or disaster-proof properties at all. Those that did not leak wind or rain were considered well-built.
They didn't even consider whether the transportation was convenient or not. In particularly crowded areas, it would be good enough to leave a small path for people to get out.
In other words, the people in the inner city couldn't stand it anymore - mainly because they couldn't let these mud-legged people block the roads in and out of the city. They planned several avenues and strictly prohibited people from occupying the roads, so that basic supplies could be maintained normally.
This was originally part of Ossena's plan. She would 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 flood it brought were disasters,...if you look at it from a bright side, it also helped to demolish houses.
Even though the place was in ruins, they still had to clean it up.
Then clean it up.
This is what disaster rescue is all about. Search through the ruins one by one, save people first, then clear an area, pile up the garbage in one place, and build some simple, habitable houses in the vacant space, even if it means sleeping in a bunk bed.
The construction team will then intervene and build new houses according to the plan in the cleared area.
Seeing many people simply eating, wading in the water, rolling up their sleeves, and working hard, a long-lost smile appeared on Ossena's face.
She likes this kind of lively picture the most.
However, after laughing, she immediately turned around and went back to her temporary office.
Since the goal is to carry out disaster rescue work and urban reconstruction at the same time, the necessary planning must be done quickly.
This caught Ossena off guard. She had originally thought that she had plenty of time to think about this matter. How to demolish, how to rebuild, how to resettle and compensate the civilians whose houses were demolished... Now, she didn't have to think about many problems, but some new problems also emerged.
She is full of energy.
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"What the hell!"
"They were the ones who said they wanted to evacuate, and they were also the ones who said they wanted to come back!"
"We still have to move so many things and clean up the ruins. What's the point of cleaning up? When the water dies down, won't all these things still be usable..."
"Boss Ricky, can you say something too?"
Listening to the complaints, Richie probably had similar feelings.
However, when others asked him about it, he just waved his hand and said, "That means less talk and more action."
"Tsk..." The man was annoyed and waved his hands but didn't dare to say anything more.
Boss Ricky was somewhat famous in this area. After all, he had brought hundreds of people through the wilderness, struggling to survive, and came to Fuxing City. Then, with his bravery and ruthlessness, he created a small world for himself and his people to eat. At the same time, he was loyal, abided by rules, and was reasonable. He did not bully others, but was willing to stand up for others. He established a lot of prestige, so that people in a large area respected him very much, and even the gangs rarely came here.
But that's the most he can do.
Now, this whole block has been destroyed, people have scattered everywhere, and there are only a few people I recognize around here.
But Richie didn't care. He just quietly picked up the waste boards on the ground, 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 in power ever treated them as human beings?
In fact, it was already good enough for the new governor to provide food and food. If he wanted to mess around, then let him do whatever he wanted as long as he was provided with food.
Whoever feeds you is the boss.
As for the storm that would destroy the city, they said it was stopped by the Governor... Anyway, I didn't see it, so whatever you say is what it is. How can I object to it?
Of course, it's not that he completely disbelieves it. After all, the wind and rain were indeed abnormal. He also saw red light falling from eight points around the city and rumbling explosions, as if a fierce battle was going on.
Later, the wind and rain did stop.
Maybe it was really the Governor who took care of it?
But this has nothing to do with a small fry like me.
Can I influence anything?
It doesn't affect anything.
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 if he was a poor man with some prestige. Even if the storm, lightning, or flood really wanted his life, he would have to give it up. What else could he do?
In contrast, all he could do was try to earn himself a share of the food.
Even if you are going to die, you should at least eat something before you die, right?
During his past wandering life, he almost starved to death and had seen people starving to death. He felt that was the most horrible way to die in the world.
However, when it came to having a meal, he felt that it would be better for the Governor to win.
After all, the Governor did give them a meal.
As for working now? After having a full meal, one has to work. That's natural.
Is there any place in this wasteland where you can eat for free?
When we were working, there was always a man in a black leather jacket and a red hat, shouting with a loudspeaker next to us, which was a bit annoying.
But he didn't dare say a word.
They brought guns 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 doing things under the leadership of the man in the red hat.
But just do your job, don't always make a fuss.
They said that this was to clean up our own homeland, and that better houses would be built here in the future, and that these houses would be ours to live in...
Damn it, is there 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 feeling a little yearning in his heart.
Can we really live in a solid house and live in a neat and uniform neighborhood?
Forget it, don’t hold out too much hope, or you’ll be more disappointed later.
As he continued to work on the task at hand, his physical fatigue and exhaustion gradually left him no time to think about anything else.
But at this moment, the sound of gongs and drums rang out.
It's time to eat.
He looked up and realized that it was getting dark and it was almost time to finish work.
I followed the crowd to the dining area and got my own portion.
It's not delicious, just a hard piece of pancake-like thing.
But Ricky was still very happy. Whether the food tasted good or not was never a consideration for him. He only knew that this piece of hard bread was very solid and filled his stomach.
Not to mention, it is served with a bowl of thick soup, and the noodles are soaked in it, which is already a delicious dish.
After a day of hard work, he was drooling at the meal and his stomach growled.
After taking the food, he couldn't wait to leave and enjoy it nearby, but someone stopped him.
"I haven't taken this yet."
"Huh?" Turning around, he saw a pair of gloves.
"The supplies that have just been allocated can be used tomorrow. Be careful and don't cut your hands." said the girl in charge of distributing food and gloves.
Ricky took the gloves hesitantly, but 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 this time seemed willing to treat them as human beings.
Otherwise, you just need to work and have a meal, and I don't even think about giving you gloves because you might scratch your hands?
Retracting his thoughts, he nodded slightly, took the food and gloves, and left.
After eating and drinking, he lay down on the big bunk and prepared to fall asleep.
There was a little noise in my ears, that was the construction team building houses overnight. They used the scraps they had collected before, and built simple board houses.
In fact, some houses have already been built today. According to the man in the red hat, this is to build temporary housing for them, so that they can move in and settle down first. When more houses are built in the future, they will be allocated houses 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 live there himself, it was because there were not enough bunk beds in the simple board houses that were picked up, so only some people could be accommodated, and the elderly, children and women were the first.
The place where he sleeps now is open-air. He just uses a pile of waste materials to randomly pile up and raise it a few dozen centimeters. He tries to build a shed around it to avoid sleeping directly on the ground with water stains, and to block the wind.
But by tomorrow, there will be more resettlement houses built, and he should be able to sleep in one, instead of having to do it like today.
Although the conditions are difficult, everyone can actually endure this kind of hardship, so it's nothing.
He lay down and prepared to go to sleep as he still had a lot of work to do tomorrow.
And just then, he heard a loudspeaker shouting outside.
"Ricky! Ricky! Who is Ricky? Who knows Ricky?"
He sat up, his face grim.
He didn't know what had happened, but as a wastelander, he would assume that anything that happened was a bad thing.
He was already thinking about how to hide his name and how to sneak away.
However, others did not give him this opportunity.
Being famous isn't always a bad thing, and he was quickly identified. More than one person outside was saying that Ricky was here.
He could only walk out helplessly and glared fiercely at those guys who exposed themselves.
A young man was glared at and said rather embarrassedly: "Boss Ricky, it doesn't look like these people are looking for you for bad reasons, 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 loudspeaker in front of him.
He got in a car - for the first time in his life - and arrived at a place that was not much different from their temporary residence.
However, the place is still brightly lit at night, with many people coming in and out, and it seems very busy.
He waited for a while and someone brought him in to a girl in a blue shirt.
She didn't notice someone coming and was still busy with her work; her shoulders were quite thin, as if they would fall down with a gust of wind; her face also looked very haggard, as if she had been working for a long time.
But Ricky was familiar with this person.
He was a little bit incredulous: "O...Ossena?"
Hearing his voice, the girl who was working with her head down raised her head and smiled with surprise:
"Uncle Ricky? I finally found you! Are you okay?"
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Chapter Two is together
(End of this chapter)
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