Chapter 7, can it be worse?

Author: red heart cloth

Chapter 7, can it be worse?

When the fighting was going on outside, there was no movement at all in the Feidong Club. There were many of them, but they only had a few guns, and they didn't even dare to go out and take a look at what was happening in front of their house.

It wasn't until Patel contacted Nellie through their secret channel and confirmed that he was not disguising and had not rebelled against the enemy that he opened the door and let him in.

So he was left alone.

At first, he was worried that the Governor would be dissatisfied, but he was not. Gu Hang graciously allowed him to go in first and explain the situation clearly. The Governor's troops would stay outside the Wasted Dong Society for two days, waiting for news from him.

As for what news he was waiting for, Gu Hang didn't say clearly, but Patel probably understood.

The Governor has completed the rescue he promised, and now it is time for the Wasted Dong Society to show its sincerity.

Patel doesn't feel bad about this.

The Wasted Dong Society completely obeys the orders of the Governor, what's wrong with that?

Entering through the doorway, he returned to his hometown.

Familiar faces appeared in front of him.

Their faces are both pale and black. The pale color is because they live underground all year round, without exposure to sunlight; the black color is because the sweat from labor is sticky with mine ash, and they are unable to wash themselves frequently.

He is the leader of the Wasted Cave Society. There are more than 900 people in the cave, and he knows every face.

People rushed to ask him:

"Patel, are we saved?"

"Have all those damn bandits been killed?"

"Who saved us?"

Faced with many of these questions, Patel initially responded sentence by sentence as he walked. Later, he really couldn't answer everyone's questions one by one. He could only give a unified answer loudly while trying to walk through the crowd.

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"Yes, we are saved."

"All those robbers have been killed."

"It was the Governor who saved us."

People who heard the answer cried with joy.

After finally getting through the crowd, he turned around and looked at the malnourished and definitely not pretty faces of his compatriots. He was both proud and worried.

The pride comes from the fact that he brought in reinforcements and saved everyone.

Worry means not knowing what the future will bring.

Sighing slightly, he turned his head and saw his uncle, Old Butch.

Old Butch's hand was damaged when a cart full of ore overturned. The wound became infected and was later amputated. He almost didn't survive. During that time, Patel was promoted.

After Old Butch recovered, he did not try to seize power - there was nothing to seize. In the environment of the Wastedong Society, there was no room for exploitation and oppression. The leader was elected, and the entire settlement was too poor, even as a

The leaders, labor and living conditions are not much different from other people.

Due to his disability, Old Butch could not do any heavy work. But he still used his spare energy and tried his best to assist the younger generation, Patel.

Old Butch used his remaining one hand to pat his shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."

"That's what I should do," Patel responded.

The two of them entered a small room, and Patel told Old Butch the whole story of how he went to seek help.

Old Butch sighed: "It's a disaster rather than a blessing."

The attitude of the old comrade seemed a bit pessimistic.

Patel disagreed with him: "What is a misfortune instead of a blessing? I don't think there is a misfortune. This is definitely our opportunity. The Governor said that he will not only save our lives, but also save us to the end. He

We are here to build the entire world, and our Wasted Dong Society is the first stop.”

Patel sighed, "How can those big shots just believe what they say? In their eyes, we people are like rats and bed bugs in the gutter. When did they ever think of us as human beings? I want to use

Say a few nice words when you are there, and act as if you value you. If it is no longer useful, you will be ruthlessly abandoned."

Patel said: "I don't think the Governor is that kind of person."

Old Butch sneered: "You little boy, what do you know? You've only known him for a few days?"

"Then what can be done?" Patel ignored the question of trust and asked, "Can our situation get worse? More than 900 people are exhausted below this mine.

No one dares to live without being diligent, and those who are not diligent will starve to death. But even so, we still don’t have enough food and clothing, and there are casualties due to work from time to time, and people freeze to death every winter.”

"We don't have any extra property to buy guns or cannons to arm ourselves. Whenever we encounter any danger, we can only lock ourselves in a hole and pray that the danger will pass by itself. We were not finished before because we were too poor and the robbers didn't want to spend money.

We put too much effort into breaking open the turtle shell, and ended up not being able to eat even two bites of the meat. This time we encountered the most greedy one, determined to break in and sell the living people for food rations, so we had no choice but to sit back and wait for death."

"I definitely don't want my compatriots to continue to live like this."

"What's more, what else do we have to lose?"

These words made Old Butch fall silent. After a while, he finally said, "We will lose our freedom."

"Hahahaha! Freedom!" Patel's laughter was so loud that it almost reached the door. Those who didn't know thought he was really happy. "Can freedom be a meal? I also went to the league this time.

I have seen slaves in Fuxing City, the capital city of Fuxing City. The life of slaves is much better than that of us. We are not even as good as cattle and horses! If we pay for our freedom, our people will no longer starve to death, freeze to death, and be treated like slaves.

If I eat the rations, then I am willing to pay for my freedom.”

Old Butch finally couldn't say anything else. He could only sigh again: "I don't object to any of your decisions. I just hope that we won't regret it."

"We will never regret it."

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"I believe you won't regret it."

On the same day, Gu Hang saw that Patel had returned, and along with several people who could speak to him in the Wasted Dong Society, they expressed their complete surrender to him.

It was completely within Gu Hang’s expectation.

People in the Wasted Dong Society have no choice.

Patel said humbly: "Your Majesty the Governor, there are a total of 907 people in the Wastedong Society, waiting for your first order."

"Let's go into the cave and have a look."

"What? Do you want to go into the cave?"

"Not welcome?"

"No... but... the conditions there are very poor, you..."

He really didn't want Gu Hang to enter the mine, not for any other reason but because the conditions in the mine were too poor.

More than 900 people live in a narrow cave. Even if there is a vent, the smell inside is never good. The living conditions are simple and excrement is everywhere...

Patel was very afraid that the situation in the mine would stain the governor's gorgeous clothes, and he was even more afraid that the governor's heart would be stained.

Gu Hang waved his hand and said, "I always want to see what your situation is before I can decide what to do next."
Chapter completed!