Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 122: Chapter 119, Rebuilding the City_2

She was full of energy.

…

“What are they up to now!”

“It was them who said we had to evacuate, and it’s them saying we have to come back!”

“And having to move so much stuff, clear what ruins, if you ask me, what’s there to clear? When the water’s gone, can’t all this be used again…”

“Ricky, boss, you got something to say?”

Listening to the complaints one after another, Ricky probably felt something similar.

But when people asked him, he just waved his hand and said, “Less talk, more work.”

“Tch…” The person gave up, disappointed, waved his hand but didn’t dare to say much else.

Ricky had some influence in this area. After all, he had led hundreds of people through the wilderness, struggled to survive, and made it to Revival City. Then, with his bravery and fierceness, he carved out a small territory for his own people to have food; at the same time, due to his loyalty, compliance with rules, and sensibility, he didn’t bully others. Instead, he was willing to stand up for justice for others, establishing considerable prestige so that people from a large area of the neighborhood respected him, even the gangs didn’t bother coming this way.

But this was all he could do, at most, at most.

And now, this neighborhood was already destroyed, the people had scattered everywhere, with very few acquaintances remaining nearby.

But Ricky didn’t care. He just quietly lifted the waste material boards from the ground and transferred them to the cart beside him, then repeated the action.

In his view, what was the use of saying so much, doing so much?

When had those above ever regarded them as people?

In truth, this new governor, who provided grain and food, was already very good. He wanted to play his games, let him be. As long as they were fed, he could do whatever he wanted.

Whoever fed them was the boss.

As for the storm that could destroy the city, it was said that it was stopped by the governor… Anyway, I didn’t see it, whatever you say goes, could I even oppose it?

Of course, it’s not like I completely disbelieved it. After all, that storm was definitely not normal, and I did see red lights falling from eight points around the city, accompanied by the sounds of explosions, as if fierce battles were happening.

Eventually, the storm did stop.

Maybe it was indeed handled by the governor?

But it was unrelated to small fries like me.

Could I influence anything?

I couldn’t influence anything.

Even in matters that could destroy a city and lead people to death, for the poor like me, even those with a bit of influence, doing anything was meaningless. Even if a storm, lightning, or flood really claimed my life, I would have to give in, what else could I do?

By comparison, all I could do was strive to secure a meal for myself.

If I was going to die, I should have a meal before I die, right?

During my past wandering life, I came close to starving to death, and I’ve seen people starve to death. I think it’s the most terrible way to die in this world.

However, speaking of having a meal, it seems better that the governor won.

After all, the governor did provide a meal.

As for working now? Well, after being fed, it’s only right to work.

Where on this wasteland could you get a free meal?

Even when working, there was always someone in a black jacket and red hat, shouting through a megaphone, which was kind of annoying.

But I didn’t dare say a word.

They carry guns and command troops. There are thousands of people working at this site, with nearly a hundred soldiers guarding it. These soldiers didn’t just supervise the work; under the leadership of the person in the red hat, they also labored.

But if you’re going to work, work, don’t keep making noise.

Talking about how this is cleaning our homeland, how in the future better houses will be built here, how we’ll be the ones living in those homes…

Damn, where’s such good fortune in the wasteland? I’ve never heard of this in my whole life.

But saying this, I can’t help but wish for it a bit.

Could we really live in sturdy houses, live orderly lives in neat neighborhoods?

Forget it, better not to have too many hopes, to avoid greater disappointment later.

As the work in my hands continued, the fatigue and weariness of my body gradually made it difficult for me to have any idle thoughts.

But just then, the sound of gongs and drums began.

It was time for a meal.

I looked up and realized that the sky had darkened, and it was about time to finish work for the day.

Following the crowd to the meal site, I picked up my portion.

It wasn’t delicious, just a hard blob like a pancake.

But I was still happy. Whether it tasted good or not was never my concern. All I knew was that this rock-hard pancake was substantial and filling when eaten.

Not to mention, it was accompanied by a bowl of thick soup. Soaking the pancake in it, that was already a great delicacy.

After a day of toiling, saliva was triggered by this meal, and my stomach embarrassingly growled.

Picking up the food, I was eager to move away to a quiet spot and enjoy it, but someone called out to me.

“You didn’t take this.”

“Hm?” I looked back, and it was a pair of gloves.

“These just came in with the supplies. You can use them tomorrow. Be careful when you work, don’t cut your hands.” The girl in charge of distributing food and gloves said this.

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