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Chapter 120, Rebuilding the City

Ossena did not relax because the disaster was over.

Instead, she was busier.

In the process of arranging the evacuation of the people from Fuxing City, due to the urgency of time, the whole incident inevitably appeared particularly chaotic during the storm.

But fortunately, the problem was finally solved.

Halfway through the evacuation, the wind and rain subsided and the sky cleared.

Even though the governor hadn't issued any new orders at that time, Ossina could tell that the disaster that could destroy the entire Fuxing City seemed to have passed.

Although the houses blown down by the storm are soaking in the waterlogging caused by the heavy rainfall, everything looks extremely messy.Many people were electrocuted to death due to lightning strikes...

But in general, the casualty situation is still within the acceptable range for the time being.

At that time, she was already requesting to assist her troops to carry out more orderly control; and after receiving the governor's order, after the disaster was over, she directly stopped the evacuation of the city.

At this time, Ossina's work focus has changed to rescue and disaster relief.

The people who have been organized, if she doesn't have it, she will send them back directly.She took the stage with a loudspeaker and told the audience about the whole process in person.A terrible cultist who wanted to summon a storm to destroy the city, but this conspiracy was thwarted by the wise and mighty Governor himself.

Now, the city has turned the corner. People who have not received food can go to the food distribution point to continue to receive food; those who have received food must participate in urban emergency and disaster relief operations under the arrangement of the army.

As for the tens of thousands of people who had already gone to the evacuation point outside the city, Ossina did not push them back into the city.

According to the Governor's request, they will preach and educate the 3 people and let them move to Weixing City.

This is the established population strategy.

There is actually no need for Fuxing City to maintain such a large population.

In Fuxing City in the past, apart from the exploitation of the poor and refugees in the outer city by the inner city people, it was very difficult to feed so many people just from the industrial structure.The foundation of light industry in Fuxing City is good, but it cannot absorb millions of employed people; the service industry is mainly for the inner city. So many people 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 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.

Right now.

Those who went out of the city had their belongings wiped out by the flood, and they also went out, and even the food for the road was prepared.The march of the mass troops may be a bit slow, but after two days of walking on the road, they should be able to reach Weixing City.

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 to cooperate with the 3rd Battalion as an escort to bring the team back.

At that time, Patel, the person in charge of the Waste Cave Society, will probably be so happy that he can't laugh from ear to ear.

As for the rescue and relief in the area outside Fuxing City, it was actually very rough and simple.

Originally, the area outside the city had no plans at all.When people come, find a place and build a shed, which is home.There are all kinds of materials for building sheds; these houses have no fire and disaster prevention performance at all, and if they can not leak wind or rain, they are considered to be well built.

I didn't even think about whether the traffic is convenient or inconvenient. In a particularly dense place, it would be good to leave a small path for people to come out.

That is to say, the inner city people really couldn't stand it—mainly because they couldn't let these mud legs block the way out of the city and into the city.They planned several avenues and strictly prohibited them from occupying the avenues, so they kept the basic supplies.

This was originally in Ossina's plan.She will gradually clean up the 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.

And this storm and the flood caused by the storm, although it is a disaster, but... thinking about the good, it might as well help demolish the house.

Although the ruins of this place are messy, they have to clean them up.

Then clean it up.

The so-called emergency rescue and disaster relief is just such a thing.Search the ruins one by one, save people first, and then empty out an area, and pile up the garbage in one place. In the vacated space, first build some simple and large houses that can live in people, even if you sleep in Datong first.

Immediately afterwards, the construction team will intervene at the same time, and in the cleared places, new houses must be built according to the plan.

Seeing many people who simply ate their stomachs, waded in the water, rolled up their sleeves, and began to work hard, Ossina showed a long-lost smile on her face.

She likes this dynamic picture the most.

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

Since the work of emergency rescue and disaster relief is to be made into urban reconstruction by the way, the necessary planning must be done quickly.

This made Ossina a little unprepared. Originally, she thought that she still had enough time to think about it.How to demolish, how to build, including how to resettle and compensate civilians who were demolished... Now, many problems need not be thought about, but some new problems have also arisen.

She is full of energy.

...

"What are you doing!"

"They are the ones who say they want to evacuate, and they are the ones who say they want to come back!"

"There are so many things to move, what ruins to clean up, what can I say to clean up? When the water is gone, can't all these things be used..."

"Boss Ricky, can you say something too?"

Listening to the complaints in his ear, Ricky probably felt similar.

However, when someone asked him about it, he just waved his hand and said, "That means talking less and doing more."

"Tch..." The man got bored, waved his hand but didn't dare to say anything more.

Boss Ricky is quite famous in this place.After all, he had brought hundreds of people across the wilderness, struggling to survive, and came to Fuxing City.Then, with bravery and ruthlessness, he created a small world so that his own people could eat; at the same time, with loyalty, rules, and reason, he did not bully others, but was willing to come out to uphold justice for others, As a result, a lot of prestige has been established, so that people in a large block respect him very much, and even the gangsters don't come here.

But the most he can do is this.

But now, this block has been destroyed, and people have scattered everywhere, and there are very few people around.

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

In his opinion, what is the use of saying so much and doing so much?

When did the people above regard them as superiors?

In fact, it is already very good for the new governor to be able to distribute food and give food to eat.He is willing to toss and play, so let him to toss, as long as he is in charge, he can toss as much as he wants.

Whoever feeds is the boss.

As for the storm that would destroy the city, it was said that it was stopped by the governor... Anyway, I didn't see it, so whatever you say is what it is, can I still object?

Of course, it doesn't mean that he didn't believe it at all. After all, the wind and rain were really abnormal. He also saw red light falling from eight points around the city and rumbling explosions, which seemed to be a fierce battle.

At the back, the wind and rain did stop.

Maybe the governor really did it?

But this has nothing to do with a little shrimp like myself.

Can I influence anything?

Nothing will be affected.

Even if it is such a thing that will destroy a city and kill people, it is meaningless for a poor man like himself, even a poor man with a little prestige, to do anything.Even if storms, lightning, and floods really kill him, they can only be given, otherwise what else can they do?

In contrast, all he can do is try to fight for a ration for himself.

Even if you want to die, you have to eat something before you die, right?

In his wandering life in the past, he really almost starved to death, and he also saw people who died of starvation. He felt that it was the most terrible way to die in this world.

However, when it came to eating, he felt that it would be better for the governor to win.

After all, the Governor really gave a meal.

As for working now?Those who are full of food and always have to do things are as it should be.

Is there any place in this wasteland where you can eat for nothing?

Just when I was working, there was always a man in a black leather jacket and a red hat yelling around with a loudspeaker, which was a bit annoying.

But he dared not say a word.

People carry guns and soldiers.There are tens of thousands of people working on their construction site, and there are nearly a hundred soldiers guarding it.These soldiers are not just construction workers, but are also doing things under the leadership of the red hat.

But when you do things, do things, don't always quarrel.

What are you talking about? This is cleaning up our own homes. In the future, better houses will be rebuilt here. These houses will be our own in the future...

Hell, is there such a good thing in the wasteland?I, Ricky, haven't heard of it in most of my life.

But saying so, he couldn't help but yearn for it.

Can you really live in a solid house and live in a well-organized neighborhood?

Forget it, don't have too much hope, or you will be more disappointed when you get it.

As the work at hand continued, the exhaustion and fatigue of his body gradually made him lose the time to think about it.

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

It's time for dinner.

He raised his head, only to realize that it was getting dark, and it was almost time to call it a day.

Following the flow of people, I went to the place to eat and took my share.

It's not delicious, it's just a hard piece similar to a doughnut.

But Ricky was still happy.Whether the food is delicious or not is never in his consideration.All he knew was that this lump of dough, which was extremely hard, was very strong, and his stomach would be very full after eating it.

Not to mention, it is also delicious with a bowl of thick soup to soak the noodles in.

After a hard day's work, he was drooling because of the meal, and his stomach let out a growl.

Taking the food, he couldn't wait to go away and go to the side to enjoy it, but he was stopped by someone.

"I still haven't got this one."

"Huh?" Turning his head to look, it was a pair of gloves.

"The materials that have just been deployed can be used tomorrow. Be careful not to cut your hands." The girl in charge of distributing food and gloves said so.

Ricky took the gloves hesitantly, and couldn't help but look around, and found that almost everyone got a pair.

He kind of wants to take back his previous thoughts.

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

Otherwise, if you just have to work, you just need to eat and eat, and you are thinking about whether you will scratch your hands and give you gloves?

Withdrawing his thoughts, he nodded slightly, and left with food and gloves.

After eating and drinking, he lay down on the Chase bunk, ready to fall asleep.

There was a bit of noise in my ears, it was the construction team building houses overnight.The materials used were the broken materials they had collected before, and the simple board houses they built were also used.

In fact, some of them have already been built today.According to the red hat, this is to build a temporary residence for them, and then they can all live in it first, and when more houses are built in the future, they will distribute houses to everyone according to their contributions.

Ricky still doesn't quite believe the second half of the sentence, but there is no doubt about the first half.Although he didn't live in it himself, it was because the simple prefabricated houses picked up now are too few and not enough, so he can only accommodate some people, especially the young and old and women.

The place where he sleeps now is in the open air. He just piled up a pile of waste material pads randomly to raise the height by tens of centimeters. He tried to surround the place with a shed as much as possible to avoid sleeping directly on the ground with water marks, and to cover it from the wind.

But tomorrow, more resettlement houses will be built, and he should be able to sleep in it, not like today.

Although the conditions are difficult, in fact, everyone can bear this kind of suffering, and it's nothing.

He lay down, ready to go to sleep, there was still a lot of work to do tomorrow.

And at this moment, he heard a loudspeaker shouting outside.

"Ricky! Ricky! Who's Ricky? Who knows Ricky?"

He sat up, looking stern.

He doesn't know what's going on, but with Wastelander's instincts, whenever something happens, it's assumed to be 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.There's more than one person out there saying Ricky's right here.

He could only walk out helplessly, staring hard at the guys who exposed himself.

A young man was stared at, and said rather embarrassingly: "Boss Ricky, these people don't seem to have something bad to do with you, otherwise I wouldn't tell them, I'm not betraying you!"

"Come on you!"

After cursing, he had no choice but to leave with the red hat holding the trumpet in front of him.

He got into the car—for the first time in his life—and arrived at a place that looked like their temporary residence.

However, it is still brightly lit at night, and many people come and go, making it very busy.

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

She didn't notice anyone coming, and she was still buried in the papers; her shoulders were quite thin, as if they would fall if the wind blows; her face also looked haggard, as if she had been tired for a long time.

But Ricky is familiar with this person.

He couldn't believe it: "O...Osena?"

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! How are you?"

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Two chapters together

(End of this chapter)