When Charlie Harry Warren opened the door and walked out of his newly divided house, it was already past ten o'clock at night, and the serfs had finished their night school and were asleep. In the entire liberated area, only the dim street lights are still working. The snowflakes that fell from the sky melted within the range of the light and turned into tiny raindrops that fell on Charlie Harry's face, cold.

Charlie Harry wrapped his clothes tightly, Anken Rein was still very cold in January, and outdoor activities at night required enough equipment to protect against the cold and courage and confidence to overcome nature. Charlie Harry fiddled with the pyroxene street lamp in his hand, followed the snow-covered path, found Finby Warren's room, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Squeak-"

Fenby Warren obviously didn't sleep either, he opened the door, came out quickly, turned around and closed it again, looked at Charlie Harry, and smiled back.

"Why, if you're not reconciled, do you have to go and see it?"

"Hmm", Charlie Harry nodded, "the head is not the kind of person you think, he doesn't have a room, definitely not because he wants to live in a better place." ”

"Cut, they are all in charge of people, and the head is still a big officer, although they are better for our serfs, but they themselves must have better food, clothing, and housing than us, otherwise why would they be officials?"

Fenby Warren disagreed. However, in order to succeed Charlie Harry as the leader of the serf team, he did not mind following Charlie Harry to the factory to find Gastens and see what he was doing.

The distance from Jiefang No. 1 to Elena Factory is not far or close, about two kilometers away. The two of them carried a pyroxene street lamp, walked for half an hour, and stood at the gate of the factory.

"Stop! What for? ”

The guards guarding the factory gate spotted them and came forward to inquire. Charlie Harry didn't know the guards, so he took Fenby forward and explained that he was looking for Gastens. The guards had an impression of Charlie Harry as a person, and the Communist Party had to hold a life meeting every night to speak freely, and Charlie Harry was in and out of the factory every night, and he was already familiar with him.

"The head seems to be over there in the office, Comrade Charlie Harry, you should know the way, right?"

"I know, thank you."

Charlie Harry said goodbye to the guards and dragged Fimby to the factory's office. The factory did not stop working at night, and the workers were still working overtime. The modified Type 27 rifle, which was renamed the Elliot rifle by Gastens, has already received unanimous praise from the Tulucas front, and orders are flying like snowflakes. And, as Gastens predicted, the Royal Academy of Arms and several large arsenals under its direct control were far slower than expected in the production of such weapons, and until now, nationally, the Elena factory remains the largest manufacturer of Elliott rifles.

"Haven't you slept at this time? How late are they going to get it? ”

Fenby Warren was talking loudly to Charlie Harry as he watched the factory produce in full swing. Because of the noise, if the voice is too small, they can't hear each other's speech clearly.

"There are three shifts here, and I only sleep four or five hours a day, which is very hard."

Charlie Harry once raised this issue at a life meeting, hoping that his head would rest more. But the head always said that now is the critical moment of the revolution, and in order to seize the rare opportunity of peace and hasten development, he will continue to work until late at night. Although Charlie Harry was distressed, he couldn't stop it, so he had to work hard to do his job and share some of the pressure for his head.

"Tsk...... I thought we were working hard, practicing formation, gun platoons every day, and going to class at night, but I didn't expect these workers to be worse than us. I was quite envious of the workers' ...... at that time."

"At that time, we were all slaves, we were not free, we were not even human, so we naturally envied the workers. After all, they are socially recognized people who can also work and earn money. Now that the head has given us a free identity, it is the same as the working class, they are all proletarians at the bottom of society, and you naturally don't feel too envious. ”

Charlie Harry's theoretical and practical knowledge has been improving rapidly recently. The identity of the head of the serf corps put too much pressure on him, and he was also squeezing out all the time to desperately study communism, study capital, and recite the "Communist Manifesto". Only then could he feel that he could indeed help Gastens, the man who had given him the kind of good life he had now that he couldn't imagine.

"Also, I will never forget to be good to us, he told me to die, and I will die immediately! Don't hesitate at all! ”

Fimby said seriously, and then turned to Charlie Harry, "But the head is the head after all, and he must live better than us, and I can accept this." After all, he saved our lives, lived better than us, and deserved. ”

"I told you, the boss is not like that!"

Charlie Harry got a little impatient, and he pulled Fenby forward briskly, walked through the production area, and found Gastens in the office. He was wearing a fur coat and sitting at his desk. Huge drawing paper is neatly laid out on the desk, crisscrossing blue lines to form an intricate pattern. A half-made rifle unlike any of the current rifles was placed next to the feet of the head, catching Charlie Harry's eye.

"Yo, Charlie Harry, Fimby, you're here? Is there something wrong? ”

Gastens looked up and saw Charlie Harry and a somewhat nervous Fimby. He had spent a lot of time trying to remember the names of the men under his command to make sure he couldn't make a mistake. This is his greatest respect for these comrades who have entrusted their lives to him.

"Chief," Charlie Harry stepped forward and got straight to the point, "yes, we want to see where you live." ”

"Huh?" , Gastens didn't react at once, and asked rhetorically. He looked at Fimby inquiringly, and sure enough, he got an answer.

"That...... Head, we either didn't mean to bother you, or—"

"It's Fenbi who said that when you divide a house, you will definitely give yourself the best, but you don't want a house in the end. He said that the place where you live must be better than our house, and I will make a bet with him, and whoever wins the bet can take care of Elena's current serf comrades, and that's it. ”

Charlie Harry made it clear in a few words, and Gastens understood, he laughed softly, stood up, walked to the wall, and turned on the pyroxene chandelier on the roof of his office. A white-yellow glow poured down with his movements, illuminating a bed in the corner of the office.

"Well, I usually sleep here."

Gastens casually walked over to the bed, rummaged around twice, and found another piece of his own dress from the bed, "Well, I didn't lie to you." ”

"Head, you...... Where do you live? ”

Fenby Warren's tone was filled with deep surprise and disbelief. He took two steps forward and looked at the bed. It was a makeshift bed made of several crates, with a quilt lying haphazardly on it, untidy. The pillows and quilts are made of cheesecloth, very worthless but durable fabrics, and a copy of "On Capital" is placed at the head of the bed, with a bookmark in the middle, and it is often flipped through at a glance. Two pyroxene lamps were placed at the foot of the bed, probably to keep warm at night. Other than that, there was nothing left on this bed to keep Fimby paying attention to.

"Yes, it's convenient to live here, sleep when you're done with work, and get up tomorrow to continue working. You also know that there are a lot of things to do with Elena now, the militia has to be trained, and there are also cultural classes, and there are many things to do in the factory, and there are also many things to organize. The old forces outside are also hostile to us, and there are many problems that need to be solved, and it is more convenient to live in an office-"

"But, but, you can live a little better by yourself, live in a single room, or live in our newly built house, you are our head, you gave us the status of a free citizen, we will not mind, you live in a good house, it is a matter of course!"

Fimby was a little incoherent, but he made it clear anyway. In his understanding, Gastens did this, which was completely inconsistent with his understanding of officials.

"I know you won't mind," Gastens pulled the two of them to the couch next to the office, took the kettle and poured them two glasses of hot water, "but I don't mind." I have already said that in Elena there is no class, there is no exploitation, everyone fights for a common ideal. You have to train during the day and have classes at night, it's very hard. These workers work in three shifts a day, and they are also very hard. Everyone is working hard, and I can't be lazy myself. And, as your head, I will not allow myself to live in a good house until all of you have a good house. Maybe I'm different from the other officials you've seen, but that's normal. I have never seen myself as an official, a ruler who can exploit you. We are the same, we are equal, although the division of labor is different, but we are all fighting for the same cause, so we call each other comrades. Since they are comrades, of course, they should not engage in specialization. However, for those workers and farmers who are fighting on the front line, working hard, willing to use their brains, and helping us Ailena a lot, we will give them better treatment, and I support such specialization. ”

Gastens spoke a long way in one breath. Where there are people, there are contradictions, and how to alleviate and control the contradictions within the Elenopin Plains, Gastens has thought a lot and thought for a long time. It is important to eliminate the privileges of managerial status and treatment. As a person with higher aspirations, he obviously will not let short-term materialistic desires affect his ideals.

"You see, I told you a long time ago! The boss will not give us a bad house, I wish myself a good house! That's why I chose the house on the side, because I want to leave a better position for those who need it more, for those comrades who are struggling on the front line, isn't it? ”

Charlie Harry's words made Fenby even more ashamed, his face slowly turned red, and he held back for a while before he could say a word.

"That'...... Then I'll have the house next to me too! ”

"Haha, that's not necessary", Gastens reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Since you want it, let's live well, we will have better ones in the future." However, you have also led many comrades to work with you, and I hope you can work hard and remember our career and pursuit. ”

"Yes, I know!"

Fimby nodded vigorously, sincere and firm. It was the first time he had met such a "head" as Gastens, and this kind of person surprised him and made him happy. He recognized why it was Charlie Harry, not himself, who became the manager of the entire peasant ranks. He also secretly set a goal for himself.

Be a head, like Charlie Harry.

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After solving the gamble between Charlie Harry and Finby Warren, Gastens sent the two out of the factory and back to his office. Just like what he had just told Charlie Harry and Fimby, it had only been since he became Elena's manager that he had realized how much difficulty he had faced. Food, economy, medical care, military industry, cadre team, and everyone's knowledge level, there are too many things he wants to do, but the urgency of time makes him a little panicked. No one knows when this land will be drawn into future wars. What he can do is make the most of the limited time and enhance the heritage of the Elena Plains.

The population of the Elena Plain is not large, and the serfs who have come over one after another recently, there are less than 10,000 people, and this 10,000 people is not enough to establish a communist state in Ankenrein. So Gastens wanted to give evening classes to the workers and peasants to improve their theoretical knowledge and cultural literacy. As much as possible, we should cultivate these people into the seeds of revolution in the future, so that each of them can lead more people to join the revolution and snowball, rolling bigger and bigger.

"What, in a daze again?"

At some point, Daisy pushed the door open, refilled the cup of tea that Gastens had placed on the table, sat down at the desk, and placed a pile of freshly printed newspapers in front of him.

"This is the latest "Fluorite", using your "History, Will Be Created by the People in the End", it has been printed, and the rest is how to send it out."

Daisy's voice also carried a deep exhaustion, now she is in charge of the whole fluorite alone, from typesetting, proofreading to printing, she is a girl, and she has put all her strength into practice to push this matter down steadily.

Gastens picked up the copy of "Fluorite", flipped through it a few times, got up and kissed Daisy.

"That's a good job, I'll leave the distribution to me. Now "EZVIZ" is a very influential newspaper, even if you still have it anywhere on the ground, it will be spread everywhere the next day, and now it is not the time for us to establish our own distribution channels, and now people are waiting for this newspaper to show them the way! ”

"Come on, you," Daisy snorted, jumping off her desk and leaning down to look at the blueprints on it, "You're designing a new rifle?" For our own use? ”

"Well, there are too many problems with rifles that use steam directly for firing power, so I tried to change it and made a new cylinder rifle for our own use. The number of our team is too small, and if we follow the previous way of fighting in line and shooting, we will fight twice and all the people will die, which is not good. This rifle no longer directly uses steam as the force to drive the projectile to fire, but uses a steam engine to pump air into a cylinder and store it under pressure. When needed, the high-pressure air in the cylinder is used to propel the projectile directly. In this way, not only does it reduce the efficiency loss caused by the continuous condensation of water vapor, but it can also change the loading method to rear loading and increase the density of firepower......"

Gastens was obviously holding back what he wanted to say about the rifle, but Daisy was visibly sleepy. She unknowingly fell asleep leaning on him while Gastens was talking. Gastens gently carried her to the bed, covered her with the quilt, lit a pyroxene lamp, and sat back down at the table.

The time left for him to prepare in this world is too short, and this night is still a long time.