There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Within a few days of the lively street canteen life, Aunt Wang and the staff of the neighborhood committee began to announce the latest news-ironmaking.

Everyone in the cafeteria was having breakfast, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Everyone please calm down first. You eat the canteen. What is the use of the iron pot at home? After breakfast, everyone goes home and collects all the iron products and puts them at the door. We will come home soon before noon. You are all conscious, but Don't let us come and do it ourselves."

Someone hurriedly asked: "My lady, do all the iron products you mentioned, except for the kitchen stuff, the scissors and hoes at home have to be donated?"

"Yes. Go back and check it carefully. As long as it is iron, we have to hand it in. Every street starts to act in the morning, but you can't let others rush in front of us."

Someone laughed again, "Don't worry. Our street is not the first or second. When I get home, my daughter-in-law will pry all the handles off the cabinet."

Immediately afterwards, someone said: "My door is still iron, everyone will come to help."

Aunt Wang saw that everyone had a positive attitude, she clapped happily, and the audience clapped.

The enthusiastic applause continued. She pressed it down with her hands. After everyone calmed down, she continued: "Since there is iron, then we must have a furnace. For this reason, I asked our Master Cui to guide how to build a blast furnace ironmaking. Now, let’s ask our Master Cui to say a few words."

Mother Zhang secretly pulled the old son's sleeve and looked at him anxiously.

Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded at her.

Zhang's mother burst into laughter with joy, and pointed to Master Cui who stepped forward, "Let’s listen to what the master said."

Master Cui stood on a stool and shouted with excitement: "...We have a few streets with a lot of people. What is the advantage of having more people? There are more people and more power! Therefore, we have to work harder than others to be the first in the county. . Let us unite and work hard to develop more iron for the people of the whole country to see, and the people of Northeast China to see..."

Mother Zhang was stunned for a while, and asked her family in a low voice, "Why doesn't he say how to build a stove? What is this for?"

Hearing this, Zhang Guoqing clenched a fist at the corner of his mouth, coughed a few times, and said, "I'm so excited I haven't thought about it."

"I've seen this uncle several times. Every time he and others are chattering. Mother, don't worry, wait." Zhang Meili said quickly.

Zhou Jiao glanced at Zhang Guoqing, just about to say something, but heard Master Cui talk about the topic above. She immediately turned to look forward. I saw people moving their hands with the words, talking loudly, and spitting at the mouth.

"...So we have to build a blast furnace in the small square..."

Zhou Jiao was secretly overjoyed. Fortunately, she was in the small square. If she was near her home, she would not have to vomit to death.

"... If you want to build it, build the largest one. Haha...just kidding. I said it is the highest and largest blast furnace in the county, what do you say? We big men, how can we not get the first place? You are right. wrong?"

A woman immediately shouted, "Master Cui, men and women are equal. We women can also burn the stove. Could you please add another stove?

child. "

Zhang Guoqing looked at the woman with a headache. This madman, his daughter-in-law was miserable by her. Before he thought of an excuse, more women shouted to add a few more stoves.

So depressed, Zhang Guoqing just wanted to step forward and shoot these silly girls to death.

Voices of varying degrees were heard everywhere, and continued until close to working hours, and a nine-meter blast furnace was repaired. Every household in the street, regardless of age, participated in the activity.

As for Master Cui’s tallest and largest furnace in the county, no one mentions it again. That is a joke. The director of the county’s largest textile factory dare not make a decision.

Zhang Guoqing patted his son silently. His son can't escape, just don't know why such a small child is in battle? He didn't want to consult anymore about dog blood.

On the way, Zhang and his father were worried about the village yard, so they turned around and walked back.

It is a pity for Zhang Guoqing that after joining Dashe, everything becomes collectively owned. Nowadays there is no longer a carriage to pull people on the street.

Back home, the couple settled down with their son. According to the plan, piled up a pile of broken copper and iron at the door, plus two cauldrons left by Professor Liu, and a large kitchen knife. Finally found the handle on the door, the two smiled bitterly at each other, and threw them on.

After cleaning up, Zhang Guoqing returned to his work unit, and the meeting also continued. The theme of the conference ended just an hour ago, and this time the unit will also build a blast furnace.

It is conceivable that he followed his colleagues to pry down the big iron gate and collect all the iron products and pile them on the open space on the right side of the unit. There will be the site where the blast furnace will be prepared.

Many people are powerful.

All units and streets throughout the county put away iron products from households in the county and began to search for mineral resources.

In the evening, there were many open spaces in the county town, and there were piles of iron products, firewood and coal, a small amount of iron ore, coke, limestone and some materials for building blast furnaces.

Zhou Jiao had a headache at the moment, very headache.

The firewood and briquettes piled up in her house were all pulled away, and the two stoves in the kitchen opened their mouths wide. These will not cause her headaches, but the small things in front of her.

Ping An shed tears, crying quietly, "My...My..."

Zhou Jiao didn't know how to explain to him.

Tell him that if he wants it, he has to give it, and he has to give it happily? With this explanation, she is afraid of affecting her children's outlook on life and values.

Or tell him that we still have a lot in our family? With this kind of explanation, she was even more worried about Tong Yan Wuji, no matter how clever she was, she would be a child.

Finally, Zhou Jiao held him, locked the door, and returned to the kitchen.

She faces the mouth of the cellar of Ping Bibi. It's pitiful, the iron piece at the entrance of her cellar was finally saved. At this moment, she cherished iron pieces more than she saw gold.

Opening the cellar door, Zhou Jiao held him and released two large pots, a pile of firewood and coal in the opposite direction.

She patted the child lightly and turned to show him, "Look, mom is hiding. You can't say it, you can't say it. Hush... Others ask for peace, is it okay to shake your head?

After speaking, Zhou Jiao gave two demonstrations without worry, and saw her smiling face ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she exhaled for a long time. Not easy!

"Ping An, do you have any food at home?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the child shook his head immediately.

"Ping An, your home is out of pot, have you cried?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the child shook his head immediately.

"Ping An, can you give me the pot at home?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the child immediately shook his head and said "Nothing."

"Where is your mother hiding things, do you know?"

Ping An happily shouted, "It's gone."

Zhou Jiao laughed, and kissed him several times, pointing his thumb.

Afterwards, she wrote about this simple mother-child conversation in code words and sent it to her dad Zhou Xiaozheng.

A very ordinary paragraph, but in her eyes, her son who is less than eight months old makes her proud and worth showing off.

Back in the bedroom, the mother and son changed into homespun clothes.

Outside the house, the small square was full of people, and piles of iron products, firewood and coal were piled up everywhere. The children were playing in the mud happily, and the sound of the horns on the scene couldn't hide the loud voices.

Zhou Jiao laughed at the direction of her son's finger. How stingy her son should be, still thinking about his own big pot and firewood.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

After searching for a long time, I found Father Zhang and the others. When Zhou Jiao saw they were moving things, she didn't go there either.

I heard the speaker saying that I would group for dinner, and I started working on the lights at night.

She realized that it is not yet time.

She began to adjust her position to carry her son behind her back. She moved forward slowly by herself, turning her head to look at the child from time to time. I had to think of a way. After being grouped, the two mothers and sons became oil bottles and it was an eye-opener.