Rebirth of the Rising Sun

The meeting was not very long, at least shorter than usual. Feng Sizhe was probably aware that the war was imminent and there was no time for me to prepare. All I could do was to provide as much as possible for the Xichuan people who had left their homes and came to the refuge square, and give them houses for temporary rest, drinking water and basic food. At the same time, I also needed to send personnel into the city to search and do ideological work for those who did not want to leave their homes or did not take this disaster drill seriously and stayed in dangerous areas of the city. If necessary, I could only take compulsory measures. In short, I had to bring people out no matter what, and I must not leave any blind spots, so that when the earthquake really came, there would be no major casualties.

With Feng Sizhe at the helm, two important opinions were quickly formed after the meeting. At the same time, two groups of people were also assigned to take charge of this matter.

He Wenbao, secretary of the Xichuan Municipal Party Committee, Zu Jie, the mayor, and Ya Yunlong, minister of the United Front Work Department, as the most authoritative figures of the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, are naturally responsible for the first thing. Their main job is to comfort and arrange the people who have already come from their homes to the designated shelters in the city.

The second group was led by Luo Liping, deputy secretary of the Xichuan Municipal Party Committee, who took other municipal standing committee members to the city center and conducted a large-scale search with fire, public security, and armed police officers to see if there were any people who were still stubborn and had not left their homes. If there were such people, they would be quickly taken to the city's designated shelters.

In short, their mission is to do their best to turn Xichuan into an empty city, so as to minimize the casualties caused by the sudden earthquake.

As the commander-in-chief, Feng Sizhe, together with Hong Weiguang, the head of the National Geological Disaster Prevention and Control Working Group and the deputy commander-in-chief of the Xichuan disaster relief exercise, is responsible for the overall situation and sits in the general command headquarters.

The meeting ended at 7pm. At this time, a city should be full of lights and everyone should be at home enjoying the happiness of family life. However, in Xichuan, it was a completely different scene tonight. Although the city was also brightly lit, many people could not go home and could only sit in the designated shelters with other people they knew or did not know.

As the commander-in-chief, Feng Sizhe watched the big screen in the command department for a while and decided to go out for a walk in person. In this way, only Hong Weiguang was left behind. He went to the designated shelters accompanied and protected by Yin Fenglei, Zhang Yang, Liu Jun, Chen Hu, Li Shuang and others.

Most of the shelters chosen are in large parks with empty space around them, because such places are undoubtedly the safest to deal with earthquakes.

Feng Sizhe did not call He Wenbao and others, nor did he notify anyone. He just walked into the refuge square with a few followers. He wanted to go deep into the people and see what they would say and what the people really thought.

In a corner of a square called People's Park, several children were playing and frolicking with each other. Apparently, this kind of exercise, which was not suitable for adults, had no effect on these children. On the contrary, they felt it was novel that so many people could gather together in the open air, and they were excited to gather together and play.

Not far from these children, there was an old man who was about seventy years old and was surrounded by several young people.

"Dad, look at what's going on. We can't go home or work, and they want to keep us here. This is just chaos." Beside him, a middle-aged man with a big beard said very unhappily. It was obvious that he was very resistant to this disaster prevention exercise.

After the bearded man finished speaking, another slightly younger young man nearby said, "Yes, Xiao Cui and I had agreed to go to her house to meet her parents tonight, but because of this exercise, we have to choose another day." Obviously, the young man was unhappy that the exercise had postponed a great event in his life.

"Okay, all of you stop talking. We will just listen to what the government wants us to do. Even if you object, will it be of any use?" The old man finally spoke. Obviously, judging from his appearance, he should be the father of the two men, and his authority was obvious at a glance.

"Yeah, just say less. You're asking for trouble by provoking father for no reason." Another woman who looked less than 40 years old said this. After that, she gave the old man a bottle of ice-cold mineral water. "Dad, don't worry about what my brother and the others say. Let's just pretend we went out for a trip and didn't make it to the hotel to rest. Have a drink of water first."

The old man nodded with satisfaction at his daughter's filial piety, then took the water handed to him by his daughter and took a sip. While drinking, he did not forget to dig his two sons with his eyes.

Under their father's stern gaze, the two sons quickly lowered their heads. It seemed that they were a little afraid of their father in their hearts.

"That's right, little sister, you're right. We should listen to dad. He has eaten more salt than we have eaten rice, and has walked across more bridges than we have walked on roads. We won't be wrong if we listen to dad. Besides, when I was washing rice at home last night, I felt that the tap water was a little turbid. I heard from people that if there really is an earthquake, it would be like this." A middle-aged woman who was a little older, in her forties but less than fifty, said this. Obviously, she should be the old man's other daughter.

Feng Sizhe watched all this happening not far away. He did not expect that this was a big family. Obviously, this family was headed by an old man, and within this family, the two sons and two daughters had different opinions. It could be said that they should represent the voice of the people of Xichuan now, and their reflections should represent what the people on both sides are thinking.

If it were any other time, when Feng Sizhe and a few others came so close to their family, they would obviously feel something. But today, the park square was full of people, so naturally no one would care too much about whether there were other people around them. This kind of environment was very conducive to observing some things.

Feng Sizhe took Yin Fenglei and others, walking and stopping, listening to everyone's heartfelt opinions.

It took Feng Sizhe a full hour to make a rough plan, and there were mainly two opinions.

One is to listen to the government and the country. Of course, some people will cite evidence, such as the tap water is a bit turbid or even changes color.

The other type is definitely the voice of opposition, believing that the leaders of Xichuan City are doing something naughty and putting on a show, using the interests of the people to act. This is clearly a manifestation of not taking their rights seriously. Some people even cursed and said some unpleasant words. Of course, the main targets of the curses are He Wenbao, secretary of the Xichuan Municipal Party Committee, and Mayor Zu Jie, who have just arrived.

Feng Sizhe listened roughly and could say that the reaction of the people was similar to that of the old man's family, with two major differences. Of course, at this time, he did not have the ability to do more work to convince more people. He knew that it was useless to say anything now. Maybe he could temporarily shock some people with his identity and authority, but that was useless. Before things were accomplished, not many people would truly believe in him. So now he could only wait and see what would happen tomorrow, and whether it would really be like his last life.

Feng Sizhe had a firm heart. He believed that if this incident had not happened, he would not have been "punished" a while ago. With such a good body, he was unconscious for such a long time, and still had a high fever.

When he thought of himself at that time, he was a little scared. He remembered that his life was in extremely dangerous situations several times. During one of the times, he felt that he seemed to be dying. He had an unbearable high fever and was about to collapse when a stream of water rushed into his body. Later, he realized that it was the effect of the fever-reducing injection and some auxiliary drugs.

Relying on those, Feng Sizhe persisted for a long time, but because he had not eaten for a long time, his physical strength had dropped to the weakest. He could even clearly feel that his vitality was slowly disappearing. It can be said that he felt that it would not be long before he might die and would be completely unconscious. At this time, all he relied on was his belief. He did not want to die, and he could not die. The Zhao family still needed him to carry the heavy tripod, He Shasha, Feng Yueqing and other relatives still needed him to take care of them, and nearly one million people in Xichuan needed him to save.

All these things made him resist strongly.

But relying solely on faith is obviously not feasible. Just when Feng Sizhe felt that he had already made the greatest effort, tried his best, and was about to collapse, a stream of warm springs flowed into his body, quickly filling his body with strength and enabling him to continue fighting against this "punishment" from God.

It was only later, when Feng Sizhe woke up, that he realized that this was the effect of the world's top nutrient solution.

Although this nutrient solution does not have the effect of bringing the dead back to life, it can indeed increase the body's strength in a short period of time and replenish necessary nutrients that have been lost for a long time. It was with the help of this almost astronomical nutrient solution that he survived this battle between his body, soul and fate.

Precisely because he had endured it, Feng Sizhe understood better what to do next. He had won the battle against the heavens, but if he could not change the outcome of things, then all the fatigue and torture he had experienced would be in vain.