Chapter 120, Rebuilding the City
Oceana did not feel relieved because the disaster was over.
On the contrary, she was even busier.
In the process of arranging for people to evacuate Fuxing City, due to time constraints, the whole incident inevitably became particularly chaotic during the storm.
But fortunately, the problem was finally solved.
Halfway through the evacuation, the storm subsided and the sky cleared.
Although the governor had not issued any new orders at that time, Oceana could also see that the disaster that could destroy the entire Fuxing City seemed to have been over.
Although the houses that were blown down by the storm were soaked in waterlogging caused by the heavy rainfall, everything looked extremely messy. There are also many people who were electrocuted to death due to lightning...
But overall, the population casualties are still within an acceptable range for the time being.
At that time, she was already requesting assistance for her troops to conduct more orderly control; and after receiving the governor's order and the disaster was over, she directly stopped the evacuation of the city.
At this time, Oceana's focus became emergency rescue and disaster relief.
The people who had already organized themselves were sent back without her permission. She took the stage with a loudspeaker and told the people the whole process in person. The terrifying cultist wanted to summon a storm to destroy the city, but this plot was thwarted by the wise and powerful Governor himself.
Now, the city has turned a corner. People who have not received food can continue to receive food at food distribution points; those who have received it must participate in urban rescue and disaster relief operations under the arrangements of the army.
As for the tens of thousands of people who had gone to the evacuation point outside the city, Oceana did not push them back into the city.
According to the request of the Governor, they will preach and educate the more than 30,000 people and let them move to Weixing City.
This is an 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 poor people and refugees in outer cities by inner-city residents, it was difficult to feed so many people just from the industrial structure. Fuxing City's light industry foundation is good, but it cannot absorb millions of employed people; the service industry is mainly targeted at the inner city. In fact, ordinary people in the inner city live a very tight life. The rich are richer, but they don't need it. So many people serve them.
To put it bluntly, production capacity cannot support so many people, and exploitation is really not 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.
In the original plan, Gu Hang planned to transfer a large number of people from Fuxing City to Weixing City to form a heavy industry base.
It's just right now.
For those who left the city, their belongings were destroyed by the flood. They also left, and even the food for the journey was ready. The march of the large army of civilians may be a bit slow, but after two days of walking on the road, they should be able to reach Weixing City.
Of course, that doesn't mean they will actually hit the road like this.
The wasteland is not safe.
Battalion Commander Purbov has been ordered to lead his troops and cooperate with the 3rd Battalion as an escort to bring the team back.
By then, the person in charge of the Wasted Cave Society, Mr. Patel, will probably be so happy that he couldn’t open his mouth from ear to ear.
As for the rescue and disaster relief in the area outside Fuxing City, it is actually very crude and simple.
Originally, this area outside the city had no planning at all. When people come, they find a place and build a shed to call home. There are all kinds of materials for building sheds; these houses have no fire and disaster prevention properties at all. If they are airtight and rainproof, they are considered to be well built.
I didn't even think about the inconvenience of transportation. In particularly dense areas, it would be good to leave a path for people to come out.
That is to say, the people in the inner city really couldn't stand it - mainly because they couldn't let these mud-legged people block the road out of the city and into the city. They planned several roads and strictly ordered not to occupy the roads, thus maintaining basic supplies.
This was originally part of Oceana'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 one by one according to the industrial structure.
Although this storm and the flood caused by the storm were a disaster,... thinking on the bright side, it might as well have helped demolish the house.
Even though the ruins here were in a mess, they still had to clean them up.
Then clean it up.
The so-called emergency rescue and disaster relief is just that. Search the ruins one by one, save people first, then clear the area and pile the garbage in one place. In the empty space, build some simple, large houses that can be lived in, even if you sleep in a big house first.
Then the construction team will step in simultaneously and build new houses in the cleared areas according to the plan.
After seeing many people simply eating their bellies, wading in the water, rolling up their sleeves, and having sex in full swing, Oceana's face showed a long-lost smile.
She likes this kind of energetic picture the most.
However, after laughing, she immediately turned back to her temporary office.
Since the rescue and disaster relief work is to be combined with urban reconstruction, the necessary planning must be carried out quickly.
This caught Oceana off guard. She originally thought she still had enough time to think about it. How to demolish, how to build, including how to resettle and compensate the demolished civilians... Now, many problems are no longer necessary, but some new problems have also arisen.
She is full of energy.
……
"What are you doing!"
"They are the ones who said they wanted to evacuate, and they are the ones who said they want to come back!"
"There are still so many things to move and rubbish to clean. What can I tell you to clean up? When the water is gone, won't all these things still be usable..."
"Boss Ricky, can you say something too?"
Listening to the complaints in his ears, Ricky probably had a similar feeling.
However, when others asked him about it, he just waved his hand and said: "That means talking less and doing more."
"Huh..." The man was annoyed and waved his hands but did not dare to say anything more.
Boss Ricky is somewhat famous in this area. After all, he once led hundreds of people through the wilderness, struggling to survive, and came to Fuxing City. Then, with his bravery and fierce fighting, he created a small world so that his people can have food; at the same time, with his loyalty, rules and reason, he did not bully others, but was willing to stand up for justice for others. This established a lot of prestige, so much so that people in a large neighborhood respected him, and even gangsters were reluctant to come here.
But the most he can do is this.
But now, this neighborhood has been destroyed, people have scattered everywhere, and there are only a few people around who know it.
But Ricky didn't care. He just quietly picked up the scrap sheets on the ground, put them on the cart next to him, and then repeated the action.
In his opinion, what is the use of talking and doing so much?
When did those people above treat them as human beings?
In fact, it is already good for this new governor to provide food and provide food for the people. If he is willing to play around, then let him play around. As long as he is in charge of the food, he can do whatever he wants.
Whoever gives food to eat is the boss.
As for the storm that would destroy the city, how could it be that it was stopped by the Governor... Anyway, I didn't see it. That's what you say. Can I still object?
Of course, that's not to say he didn't believe it at all. After all, the wind and rain were indeed abnormal. He also saw red lights falling and rumbling explosions from eight points around the city, which seemed to be a fierce battle.
At the back, the wind and rain did stop.
Maybe it was really the Governor who did it?
But this has nothing to do with a little shrimp like me.
Can I influence anything?
Nothing is affected. Even if it was something like this that would destroy a city and kill people, it would be meaningless for a poor person like himself, even a poor person with some prestige. Even if storms, thunder and lightning, and floods really kill him, he can only give it to him, otherwise what else can he do?
In contrast, all he can do is try to get a ration for himself.
Even if you die, you still have to eat before you die, right?
In his past wandering life, he had almost starved to death and had seen people starve to death. He thought that was the most horrific way to die in the world.
However, when it came to eating, he felt that it would be better for the Governor to win.
After all, the Governor actually gave him a meal.
As for what to do now? It’s natural for someone who has to do something after having a full meal.
Is there anywhere in this wasteland where I can eat for free?
Even when I was working, there was always a man in a black leather jacket and a red hat shouting around with a loudspeaker, which was a bit annoying.
But he didn't dare to say a word.
They carry guns and soldiers. There were tens of thousands of people working on their construction site, and nearly a hundred soldiers were guarding the site. These soldiers were not just construction workers, but they were also doing things under the leadership of the red hat.
But just do what you do, don't keep arguing.
What is said is that this is cleaning up our own home, and better houses will be built here in the future. These houses will be lived in by ourselves in the future...
Damn it, is there such a good thing in the wasteland? I, Rich, have never heard of it for most of my life.
But as he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little yearning in his heart.
Can we really live in a solid house and live in a neat neighborhood?
Forget it, don't have too much hope, otherwise you will be more disappointed.
As he continued to work on his hands, the fatigue and fatigue of his body gradually left him with no time to think.
But at this moment, gongs and drums sounded.
It's time to put on the meal.
He raised his head and realized that it was already getting dark, and it was almost time to call it a day.
Following the flow of people, we arrived at the eating place and received our share.
It's not delicious, just a hard piece of bread-like stuff.
But Ricky was still happy. Whether the food tastes good or not is never within his scope of consideration. All he knew was that this extremely hard dough was very strong and made his stomach very full.
Not to mention, it is paired with a bowl of thick soup water to soak the noodles in, which is already an excellent delicious food.
After a tiring day, he was salivating over this meal, and his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
After taking the food, he couldn't wait to walk away and go to the side to enjoy it, but he was stopped by someone.
“I 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 not to cut your hands." said the girl in charge of distributing food and gloves.
Ricky took the gloves hesitantly, but couldn't help but look around and found that almost everyone had received a pair.
He kind of wanted to take back his previous thoughts.
The food and gloves in his hands seemed to tell him that the new adults seemed to be willing to treat them as human beings.
Otherwise, if you just have to work and take care of food, why would you worry about whether you might scratch your hand and give you gloves?
After withdrawing his thoughts, he nodded slightly, took food and gloves, and left.
After eating and drinking, he lay down on the big bed and prepared to fall asleep.
There was a bit of noise in my ears. It was the construction team building houses overnight. The materials they used were scrap materials they had collected before, and they built simple wooden houses.
In fact, some have been built today. According to the red hat, this is building temporary residences for them. When the time comes, they can all live in them first. When more houses are built in the future, houses will be allocated to everyone according to their contribution.
Ricky still didn't quite believe the second half of the sentence, but there was no doubt about the first half. Although he did not live in it himself, it was because there were not enough simple wooden houses in Datongpu that he had picked up, so he could only accommodate some people, focusing on the young, old and women first.
The place where he sleeps now is in the open air. It is just a pile of scrap mats piled up randomly to raise it by dozens of centimeters. There are as many sheds as possible around it to avoid sleeping directly on the ground with water stains and to cover it from the wind.
But by tomorrow, more resettlement houses will be built, and he should be able to sleep in them, unlike today.
Although the conditions are difficult, in fact everyone can bear this kind of hardship, and it’s nothing.
He lay down and prepared to go to bed quickly. There was still a lot of work to do tomorrow.
At this moment, 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 happened, but with the wastelander's instinct, whenever something happened, he would assume it was bad.
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 is not necessarily a bad thing, and he was quickly identified. More than one person outside is saying, Ricky is here.
He could only walk out helplessly and stared hard at the guys who exposed themselves.
A young man was glared at and said rather sarcastically: "Boss Ricky, it's not like these people are looking for you with bad intentions, otherwise I wouldn't tell them. I'm not betraying you!"
"Come on you!"
After cursing, he had no choice but to walk away with the red hat holding the horn in front of him.
He got in the car - for the first time in his life - and arrived at a place that was no different from their temporary home.
However, the lights here are still bright at night, and many people come in and out, making it very busy.
He waited for a while, and someone took him inside, to a girl wearing a blue shirt.
She didn't notice anyone coming, and was still immersed in the papers; her shoulders were quite thin, as if they would fall over if the wind blew; her face also looked haggard, as if she had been tired for a long time.
But this person was familiar to Ricky.
He couldn't believe it: "O...Ossena?"
Hearing his voice, the girl who was working with her head down raised her head and showed a surprised smile:
"Uncle Ricky? Finally found you! Are you okay?"
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The two chapters come together
(End of chapter)