Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

People cheered up and greeted Will with smiles.

Many old women pulled their children and ordered them to show off their poor muscles.

They begged Will to accept the children and let them join the mining team to earn a living. The family really could not afford to support these young men.

Will responded with a smile.

He accepted one and politely declined the others.

"Grow taller. If you send these little guys to the mines now, they will die!"

Will said so.

Although they were rejected, people still maintained order and dispersed silently.

Perhaps to the Governor, Will is just a small figure who can be replaced at any time.

But in Black Coal Street, Will is their king.

Thousands of miners under him control the livelihood of the residents of Black Coal Street, and no one dares to disobey him.

Of course, no one will disobey him, he has gained people's respect.

Will walked to the door and looked back at everyone: "Go and notify the young men who are going home. Don't keep them waiting."

Seeing everyone scattering, Will opened the door and picked up two babies who ran over.

The door closed, and only the girls' giggles could be heard.

In a low shack deep in the block, the McCabe family was sitting in the middle of the shack, having lunch together.

In fact, the Maika family can only afford this meal every day.

They had to finish eating before noon, otherwise they would have to eat in the dark in these shacks deep in the streets when the sun shifted.

As for candles, they could never afford them.

Candles were a luxury, and only Mr. Weir and his captains could afford them in Black Coal Street.

This is how the world works. Miners dig up energy stones to generate electricity, but they cannot afford to use the electricity.

Most of the electricity will be used to maintain the shields and air circulation devices of the upper nest, or be provided to major factories for production.

All the remaining electricity is sent to the Wangting District to light up the night sky there.

Macca looked dotingly at her little cub, who was wolfing down the last bits of food.

The little boy is twelve years old.

In a few years, the little boy will be able to go out and find a job, and the family will have hope.

"Dad, I'm still a little hungry..." The little boy raised his head and whispered.

Yes, hungry...

Maika's smile faded.

He could see the longing in the little eyes. It was just the time for the little cub to grow, so how could he not be hungry?

But there is no food at home.

The wife's hands were broken, and there was no factory that wanted her. The family relied on the little income she earned from the mining team.

But yesterday, the mining team gave him "paid leave."

Maika didn't quite understand what that word meant, so he received tomorrow's daily salary in a daze.

He was a little happy at first, but from the slightly pitiful looks in other people's eyes, he understood that this was not a good thing!

He asked the person responsible for notification, why can't he come tomorrow?

But the other party just said that it was the governor's order. All those who had received tomorrow's daily salary should stay at home and were not allowed to come to the mining team!

Everyone was scared and asked why.

What if I don't come tomorrow and someone else takes my place?

Can you come again in the future?

The person in charge of the notification was hesitant and couldn't explain. He just yelled at everyone that they must obey the orders of the Governor.

After that, the supervisors from the Wangting District rushed up and dispersed everyone, some of whom were unlucky enough to get injured.

"Dad..." The little kid shook Maika's hand and looked at him pitifully.

Maika rubbed the little kid's head distressedly: "Go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep. When dad goes to the mine tomorrow and gets his daily salary, I will make sure to feed you well!"

"oh"

The little cub nodded, ran to the bed in the shack and lay down wrapped in cotton wool.

He seemed a little worried and straightened up again: "Is what you said true? I will be full tomorrow?"

"You brat, when did I ever lie to you?"

After receiving a satisfactory reply, the little boy lay back on the bed and fell asleep soon after.

After a while of silence, my wife looked at Maika, worried: "Can you go back to the mine tomorrow?"

"have no idea"

Maika slumped: "Mr. Will went to see the Governor, there should be good results, right?"

"But, but, I heard from those people that there is no food in the Wangting District, and even the Governor can't eat the delicious wood slag bread..."

Maika’s wife was almost crying: “They also said that the mining team can no longer afford so many daily wages. If you people leave the mining team, you will never go back!”

She burst into tears and immediately covered her mouth for fear of waking up the child.

"God Emperor, we will starve to death!"

When the men in the family can no longer work in the mines, someone will often starve to death!

There were so many stories like this in Black Coal Street that they were used to it.

But when it was my turn, I realized how terrible this thing was.

Looking at his crying wife, Maika was a little at a loss. He didn't know what to say to comfort her.

In fact, he was not confident that he would be able to return to the mine tomorrow.

"Wait for the notification from the mining team, Mr. Will will speak for us!"

Maika suppressed these words and continued to remain silent, leaving only the suppressed sobs of a woman in the room.

The light is disappearing as the midday sun shifts.

The shack, carefully tended by its mistress, gradually fell into deep darkness.

If there are no accidents, the same is true for this family, just like thousands of families in Shangchao area.

Gradually, the woman's sobbing stopped.

Only dead darkness remains.

Bang bang bang!

The iron door of the shack was slammed loudly.

Maika was instantly alert and reached out to hold the iron bar beside him.

Black Coal Street is not completely safe, and unexplained attacks occasionally occur.

"who?"

"It's me, Macca!" the thick voice responded.

Captain of the mining team!

Maika almost jumped up and asked anxiously: "Is there any result from Mr. Will's side?"

"Hehe, of course it's no problem if the boss takes action!"

The thick voice was a little happy: "The Governor said that the mining team will remain the same as before, and you can continue to mine tomorrow!"

"That...that's great!"

Mika was almost speechless with emotion.

"Will you come in and sit...sit down?" Maika's wife was equally excited and wanted to invite Mr. Captain in.

But she immediately realized that there was nothing left to entertain at home.

The dark figure at the door didn't seem to notice the woman's embarrassment, and said in a loud voice: "No, I have to hurry up and inform the other boys."

The black shadow turned and left. He didn't go far before he knocked over something with a clang.

"Damn Black Coal Street, you can't see the road after noon!"

The cursing voices faded away.

The child woke up, ran in the dark and hugged Maika. He was a little scared: "What's wrong?"

"Hahahaha, it's the uncle from the mine who is here. You will have enough to eat tomorrow!"

Maika hugged his wife and children excitedly.

They hugged each other tightly.

It doesn't seem that dark anymore.

"Um……"

Tower office in Wangting District.

Ron frowned slightly.

A maid immediately went to close the gauze curtains on the balcony to prevent the excessively bright sunlight from distracting the Governor.

Ron was very worried, as the food in the territory was only enough to last for a month.

In other words, he will go to the Green Wave Farm in the space ship within a month.

Go get the food and growing technology there.

Otherwise, when the food reserves are exhausted and the territory becomes chaotic, it will be more difficult to obtain the power of hope.

"well!"

Ron turned off the data pad and leaned back in his chair: "How can we inspire people's hope?"

He seemed to have caught a glimpse of inspiration, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Mr. Governor, do you have time?" Bayev walked in and saluted Ron.

"Is there a problem?"