Main Plane of Vilia·Infer Empire
Rowell, a machine factory worker who passed by the bakery, smelled the tempting aroma of the bakery and stopped subconsciously.
He thought for a while, took out the few pennies in his pocket, bought a few bread sticks, and asked for a bottle of blueberry jam.
When he got home, the children looked very happy to see the bread stick in his hand. They all stared at the bread in his hand with their eyes wide open.
"Take it and eat it!"
Rowell handed the bread to his youngest daughter, Dinah.
"Mom! Mom! Dad bought bread!" Dana happily took the bread and ran to the kitchen showing off and excitedly.
"And blueberry jam!" The eldest son followed behind, shouting.
Lively sounds suddenly came from the kitchen separated by a single bedroom.
Rowell's wife never showed up.
—Ever since Rowell joined the movement to reduce hours and raise wages, he and his wife have been locked in a cold war.
His wife disagrees with him participating in such a dangerous sport and hopes that he will stop this crazy behavior for the sake of his family.
But Rowell insisted on participating.
The Cold War began.
Rowell listened to the cheers in the kitchen and his wife teaching the children the secret of making more food, and the creases on his face that were full of motor oil relaxed from the bottom of his heart.
After a day's work, he sat on the chair a little tired, but a trace of worry couldn't help but flash in the depths of his eyes.
Recently, the war between the English Empire and the French Dynasty has intensified, and differences have gradually emerged among the brothers in the team.
Some brothers believe that the movement to reduce time and increase salary is an internal issue. Now that the French dynasty is invading, they should first put aside their past grudges and jointly resist foreign enemies.
What's more, the British Phil Empire has already raised the basic salary. From a certain perspective, the time reduction and salary increase movement has achieved its goal.
However, most brothers disagree.
The great thought of Ajid has clearly pointed out how those greedy, corrupt factory owners who reeked of money exploited workers.
The current salary increase is meaningless.
Only when workers take power can the status of workers be fundamentally changed.
Faced with this division and controversy, Rowell hesitated.
His beloved motherland, his wife's feelings, and Ajid's thoughts, these three forces are tearing him apart desperately, leaving him wondering whether he should continue to fight? Or stop
While Rowell was struggling, his wife had already prepared dinner.
A large bowl full of bread and porridge was placed in the middle of the table.
—This is a staple food made from shredded bread sticks and mixed with a little sea salt.
A dish of boiled potatoes.
—They are all finely chopped potatoes, but even so, you can still see a little bit of darkness.
It was obvious that my wife had gone to great lengths to cut off the moldy spots in order to make the moldy potatoes edible.
On the plates in front of him, his wife, and their two children were two pieces of sliced bread with a little bit of blueberry jam spread on them.
This is a great meal!
Compared to flour mixed with barite, gypsum and even chalk to add weight; and noodles painted with yellowish imitation egg noodles using picric acid or urine.
It was a really rich meal.
The kids are so happy!
They rushed to drink bread porridge, sipped blueberry jam bread and chatted about what they had seen during the day, with satisfied smiles on their little faces.
The situation has been chaotic recently. My eldest son's newspapers have been selling well. After considering the cost, he made thirteen pence today.
Because his wife works in a textile factory, the youngest daughter can only be entrusted to the Yuanshen Church, where they will teach children to read. Of course, they have to work for the church most of the time, but fortunately they take care of the food.
At the dinner table, the wife was silent as always, occasionally responding to the children's topics.
The eldest son talked about what he saw during the day;
The younger daughter said that Missionary Hawthorn called Sister Judith to the forgiveness room again and taught her a lesson. When Judith came out, there were still tears on her face.
Rowell's mind was filled with the movement to reduce time and raise wages, barely keeping up with the chirping of his children.
This sumptuous meal was spent in such a lively and boring way.
"Chirp..."
In the middle of the night, Rowell suddenly woke up from the floor. He got up with a grunt.
He crawled to the window on hands and knees and listened carefully with his ear to the window.
"Chirp... chirp chirp chirp..."
The lifelike nightingale's call came from the night and seemed so penetrating.
Rowell's expression became serious as he listened.
He turned around and took out a pair of night clothes and quickly put them on.
When he was getting dressed, he suddenly found his wife standing at the door without knowing it.
"This is a first-level assembly order. Just this time, I promise that I will not betray my brother!"
Rowell lowered his voice and solemnly promised. He had made similar promises countless times.
Under the night, his wife looked at him quietly, and after a while, she reached out and handed something to him.
"this… "
"You can work only after you have a full stomach." The wife finally spoke, her voice a bit tired.
Rowell was startled, gritted his teeth, reached out to take the bread wrapped in newspaper, stuffed it into his arms, and rushed out of the house without looking back.
After rushing out of the house, there were already sounds of movement in the crowded slum.
There are many people like Rowell.
However, most of them did not know each other.
Only the person in charge of them knows their specific list - this is to ensure that no matter who falls into the Sheriff's Department, it will not cause a devastating blow to the team.
Rowell expertly walked through the streets and finally stopped at the back door of a shoemaker's shop.
Before he could knock on the door, the door was already open.
"Pick up your weapons, follow the team, be silent, and don't discuss it!"
The person who opened the door whispered instructions.
Rowell nodded and squeezed in sideways.
Many people had gathered in the yard, and people kept pouring in. When the yard was filled with people, the officer personally distributed the rifles.
When everyone was assigned weapons, the team set off immediately without saying a word.
Rowell followed the team nervously. He didn't know what the team was going to do this time, and he didn't need to know.
He only knows that Ben Kemin will not deceive them, and Ajid's thoughts shine on them!
However, as he walked, Rowell felt something was wrong.
The footsteps were too loud.
This is not a sound that their small numbers can make.
But where did this footsteps come from
Rowell looked around and saw that the footsteps were coming from a nearby alley.
Every time I run through an alley, I can always catch a glimpse of a group of people running by in another alley.
They were both dressed the same and dressed the same.
When the team stopped, Rowell was dumbfounded.
Looking forward through the staircase shelter, there is a huge castle in front of us.
—This is the historical Imperial Palace of England.
In the past, there should have been at least dozens of airships patrolling the sky, but today there were only three left. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a lot less lights in the castle.
I wonder if the Farai Dynasty has already drained the power of the empire!
"Brothers, the great Mr. Ajid said that only by overthrowing the old order can a new order be established! If we workers want to be the masters of our country, we can only defeat the decadent and backward royal family!"
"Mr. Ben Keming has sneaked into the palace. When the fireworks rise, it will be the day of liberation of Yingfeier! When the time comes, everyone rushes with me and kills all the members of the royal family!"
The team leader lowered his voice, but still passionately told them the ultimate purpose of the mission.
Rowell was stunned.
The whole team was stunned.
There was total silence.
Countless people looked at each other, no one knew what each other was thinking at this time. The suddenness of this mission was completely beyond their expectations.
Rowell's hands trembled.
It was both excitement and fear.
After a while, he put his hand into his arms. His movement immediately aroused the vigilance of his companions, who were deeply afraid that he was a lurker, a lackey of the empire!
"I'll have some bread."
Rowell explained in a low voice, took out the bread that his wife gave him before leaving, and under the vigilant gaze of the clerk, he opened the newspaper with slightly trembling hands, opened his mouth and took a hard bite.
Instantly, the rich blueberry jam splashed into your mouth, sour and sweet.
—The wife actually stuffed most of the blueberry jam he bought into his bread.
"Snapped!"
A burst of fireworks suddenly shot into the sky, blooming brilliantly in the night, lighting up the entire city!
The dazzling light completely suppressed the shadow of the castle at the base of the wall, but completely suppressed the Rowells.
"Brothers, rush with me!"
The officer was the first to jump out from behind the bunker. He raised his steel gun, roared hysterically, and then took the lead and charged towards the towering castle.
At the same time, the heavy city gate slowly opened with a rumbling sound.
With his mouth full of blueberry jam, Rowell had no time to express his wife's concern.
He stuffed the remaining bread into his arms, raised his steel gun, grinned his teeth stained blue by blueberry sauce, and roared angrily.
"Come on!"