When Charlie Harry Warren pushed open the door and walked out of his newly divided house, it was already past ten o'clock at night. The serfs had already finished their night school study and fell asleep. In the entire Liberation Zone, only the dim street lights were still working. The snowflakes falling from the sky melted in the light range and turned into small raindrops, falling on Charlie Harry's face, cold.

Charlie Harry wrapped his clothes tightly. Ankenrien was still very cold in January. During the outdoor activities at night, he needed enough equipment to keep warm and the courage and confidence to defeat nature. Charlie Harry fiddled with the pyroxene street light in his hand, followed the snow-covered path, found Finby Warren's room, and knocked on the door gently.

"Squeak--"

Finby Warren obviously didn't sleep either. He opened the door, came out quickly, turned around and closed it, looked at Charlie Harry, and replied with a smile.

"Why, I'm not willing to give up, do you have to go and take a look?"

"Yeah," Charlie Harry nodded, "He is not the kind of person you think. He has no room, definitely not because he wants to live in a better place."

"Tsk, they are all in charge of people, and they are still a big military officer. Although they are better to us serfs, they must eat better than us, and they wear better clothes, use, and live better than us. Otherwise, why would they become officials?"

Finby Warren disagreed with this. However, in order to replace Charlie Harry as the leader of the serfs, he did not mind following Charlie Harry to the factory and searching for Gastens to see what he was doing.

The distance from Jiefang District 1 to Ailena Factory is not far or close, and it is about two kilometers away. Each of them carried a pyroxene street light and walked for half an hour, standing at the entrance of the factory.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The guards guarding the factory gate found them and went forward to ask. Charlie Harry didn't know the guards, so he pulled Fenby forward and explained a few words, saying that there was something to do with Gastenth. The guards had an impression of Charlie Harry. The Communist Party held a life meeting every night and spoke freely. Charlie Harry went in and out of the factory every night, and had already become familiar with him.

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

"I know, thank you."

Charlie Harry said goodbye to the guards and pulled Fenbi to the factory office. The factory in the night did not stop work, and the workers were still working overtime to produce. The modified Type 27 rifle, named the Elliot rifle by Gastenth, has received unanimous praise from the Tulucas front line, and orders fly like snowflakes. Moreover, as Gastenth predicted, the Royal Weapons Institute and several directly affiliated arsenals made production progress for this weapon far slower than expected. Until now, the Elena factory is still the largest manufacturer of Elliot rifles nationwide.

"The head hasn't slept yet? How late will they do it?"

While watching the factory's busy production scene, Finby Warren spoke loudly to Charlie Harry. Because of the noise, if the sound is too small, they can't hear the other party's speech clearly.

"Here, three shifts, and he kept walking, and he only slept for four or five hours a day, which was very hard."

Charlie Harry once raised this question at a life meeting, hoping that the head would have a little more rest. But the head always said that now is the critical moment of the revolution, and we must seize the rare opportunity of peace to develop quickly, and continue to work until late at night every day. Although Charlie Harry and others felt distressed, they could not stop them. They had to work hard to do their own work and share some pressure for the head.

"Tsk tsk... I thought we were working hard. We practice formation and queuing every day, and we had to attend classes at night. 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, without freedom, and not even humans, so we would naturally envy workers. After all, they were recognized by society and could still work and make money. Now that we have given us free identity, it is the same as the working class. We are all proletarians at the bottom of society, so you naturally don't feel too envious."

Charlie Harry's theoretical knowledge and practical knowledge have been rapidly improving recently. The identity of the head of the serf team has put too much pressure on him. He is also squeezing out all the time to study communism, capitalism, and recite the "Communist Manifesto". Only in this way can he feel that he can indeed help Gastenth, the person who gave him a good life that he is so unimaginable.

"Yes, I will never forget how good my head is to us. He told me to die, and I will die immediately! No hesitation at all!"

Finbi made a serious statement, and then turned to Charlie Harry, "But the boss is the boss after all, and he must live better than us. I can accept this. After all, he saved our lives and lived better than us, so he should."

"I told you that the boss is not that kind of person!"

Charlie Harry was a little impatient, and he pulled Fenbi forward quickly, walked through the production area, and found Gastenth in the office. He was sitting at his desk in a fur coat. The huge drawing paper was neatly laid on the desk, and the crisscrossed blue lines stretched on the paper to form a complex pattern. A half-made rifle, which was different from any rifle now, was placed next to the head and feet, attracting Charlie Harry's eyes.

"Yo, Charlie Harry, Finby, are you here? Is there anything wrong?"

Gastens looked up and saw Charlie Harry and the nervous Finby. He had used a lot of energy to remember the names of these people under his command to make sure he would not call them wrong. This was his greatest respect for these comrades who handed their lives to him.

"Boss", Charlie Harry stepped forward and went straight to the point, "That's right, we want to see where you live."

"Ah?" Gastenth suddenly didn't react and asked back. He looked at Finby, and he got the answer.

"That...head, we didn't mean to bother you, just-"

"It is Fenbi who said that when you divide the house, you will definitely give yourself the best, but you didn't want a house in the end. He said that the place you live in must be better than our house. I bet with him that those who win the bet can control the serf comrades of Ailena now, that's it."

Charlie Harry explained the whole story clearly, and Gastenth also understood it. He chuckled softly, stood up, walked to the wall, and turned on the pyroxene chandelier on the roof of the office. The white and yellow light poured down with his movements, illuminating a bed in a corner of the office.

"Here, I usually sleep here."

Gastenth walked to the bed casually, rummaged through it twice, and found another piece of his clothes from the bed, "How about it, I'm not lying to you."

"Head, you...you live here?"

Finby Warren's tone was deeply surprised and unbelievable. He stepped forward and looked at the bed. It was a temporary bed made of several crates, with a quilt on it, and it was not tidying up. The pillows and quilts were made of cheesecloth, which was very valuable but durable. A book on the head of the bed with a bookmark in the middle, and it was often read. Two pyroxene lamps were placed at the foot of the bed, which might be used for heating at night. Apart from that, there was nothing else on the bed that could make Finby pay attention.

"Yes, it's convenient to live here. I'll go to bed after work and keep working tomorrow. You also know that Ailena's work is very complicated now. Militia needs training, cultural courses, factory work, and production needs to be organized. The old forces outside are also very hostile to us, and many problems need to be solved. It's more convenient to live in an office-"

"But, but you can live better by yourself. Live in a single room or our newly built house. You are our head. You have given us a free citizenship. We won't mind. It is natural for you to live in a good house!"

Finby was a little incoherent, but he still explained it clearly. In his understanding, Gastenth's actions were completely inconsistent with his understanding of officials.

"I know you won't mind," Gastenth pulled the two of them on the sofa next to the office, took the kettle and poured two cups of hot water for them, "But I mind myself. I have said that in Elena, there is no class, no exploitation, and everyone is fighting for the common ideal. You have to train during the day and have to attend classes at night, which is very hard. These workers work hard in three shifts a day. Everyone is working hard, so I can't be lazy. Moreover, as your head, I will not let myself live in a good house until all of you live in a good house, I will not let myself live in a good house.

I may be different from the other officials you see, but this is normal. I never regarded myself as an official, a ruler who can exploit you. We are the same, equal, although the division of labor is different, but we are all fighting for the same cause, so we call each other comrades. Since we are comrades, of course we should not be specialized. However, we will give better treatment to those workers and farmers who are fighting on the front line, working hard, willing to use their brains, and helping us Ailena. I support this specialization."

Gasten said a long sentence in one breath. There are conflicts in places where there are people. How to ease the conflicts within the Elenapin Plain? Gasten thought a lot and thought for a long time. Eliminating the privileges of manager status and treatment is a very important link. As a person with higher pursuits, he obviously will not let short-term material desires affect his ideals.

"Look, I've told you a long time ago! The boss will not live in a poor house for us and wish me a good house! This is why I have to choose the house next door, because I want to leave a better position for those who need it more, those comrades who are struggling on the front line, right?"

Charlie Harry's words made Fenbi even more ashamed. His face slowly turned red. He held it in for a while before he could put it in a sentence.

"Then...then I want the house next to me too!"

"Haha, that's not necessary," Gastenth reached out to pat his shoulder, "Since you want it, stay well, we will have better future. But you have also led many comrades to work with you. I hope you can work hard and remember our career and pursuits."

"Yeah, I know!"

Finbi nodded vigorously, with a sincere and firm attitude. It was the first time he had encountered a "head" like Gastenth. This surprised him and made him happy. He realized why Charlie Harry was not the manager of the entire farmer team. He also secretly set goals for himself.

To be a person who looks like a head, like Charlie Harry.

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After solving the gambling problem between Charlie Harry and Finby Warren, Gastenth sent the two out of the factory and back to his office. Just as he just told Charlie Harry and Finby, since he became the manager of Elena, he realized how many difficulties he 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 tight time makes him a little panic. No one knows when, this land will be involved in the war in the future. What he can do is to make full use of the limited time and enhance the foundation of the Elena Plain.

The population of the Elena Plain is not large, and there are less than 10,000 serfs who have been running over recently. This 10,000 people are not enough to establish a communist country in Ankenyn. So Gastenth wants to attend night school for workers and farmers to improve their theoretical knowledge and cultural literacy. As much as possible, cultivate these people into the seeds of the future revolution, so that each of them can drive more people to join the revolution, like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

"Why, I'm in a daze again?"

At some point, Daisy pushed the door open and added tea to the cup Gastenth placed on the table, sat on the desk, and placed a stack of freshly printed newspapers in front of him.

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

Daisy's voice was also deeply exhausted. She was responsible for the entire fluorite alone. From typesetting, proofreading to printing, she, every girl, used all her strength to push this matter safely.

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

"This is done well, so leave it to me for distribution. Now "Fluorite" is a very influential newspaper. Even if you still put it on any place, it will spread everywhere the next day. Now it is no longer the time when we have to establish distribution channels ourselves. People are waiting for this newspaper to point them in the direction!"

"Come on, you," Daisy laughed. She jumped off the desk and looked down at the design drawings on the table. "Are you designing a new rifle? For us to use it?"

"Well, there are too many problems with using steam as the launch power. I tried to change it and made a new gas cylinder rifle for us to use it ourselves. Our team has too few people. If we follow the previous battle method of queuing and shooting, we will die after two battles. This kind of rifle no longer directly uses steam as the power to drive the projectile launch, but uses a steam engine to pump air into the air cylinder through the air pump and store it with a pressurized storage. When needed, it directly uses high-pressure air in the gas cylinder to push the projectile. In this way, it will not only reduce the efficiency loss caused by the continuous condensation of water vapor, but also change the loading method to post-installation to increase the fire density..."

Gastens obviously had a lot of words about rifles, but Daisy was obviously very sleepy. She fell asleep unknowingly while Gastens was talking. Gastens gently carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, lit a pyroxene table lamp, and then sat back at the table.
Chapter completed!