There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Within a few days of living in the bustling street canteen, Aunt Wang and the staff of the neighborhood committee began to announce the latest news-iron smelting.

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

Everyone calm down first. You eat in the cafeteria, what is the use of the iron pot at home? After breakfast, everyone go home and collect all the iron products and put them at the door. We will come to the door soon before noon. You should all be conscious, but Don’t let us come to the door and do it ourselves.”

Someone hurriedly asked: Ma'am, all the iron products you mentioned, except for the things in the kitchen, do you have to donate the scissors and hoes at home?

Yes. You go back and check carefully. As long as it is iron, we have to hand it in. Every street starts to act in the morning, and we can't let others catch up with us.

Someone laughed again, Don't worry. Our street is either number one or number two. When I get home, I will ask my wife to pry off all the handles on the cabinet.

Immediately afterwards, someone said again: The gate of my house is still iron, everyone will come to help later.

When Aunt Wang saw everyone's positive attitude, she clapped happily, causing the whole audience to clap along.

The warm applause continued, she pressed it with her hand, and after everyone quieted down, she continued: Since we have iron, we must have a stove. For this reason, I asked our master Cui to guide how to build a blast furnace and make iron. Now I would like to invite our Master Cui to come up and say a few words.

Mother Zhang secretly tugged at her old son's sleeve and looked at him anxiously.

Zhang Guoqing nodded to her with a smile.

Zhang's mother immediately laughed happily, pointing to Master Cui who stepped forward, Let's listen to what the master has to say.

Master Cui stood on a stool and shouted excitedly: ...there are many people in our streets. What's the advantage of having more people? More people are more powerful! Therefore, we must work harder than others to win the first place in the county. Let's unite together and work hard to produce more iron, let the people of the whole country see, let the people of the Northeast see...

Zhang's mother was stunned for a while, and asked her family members in a low voice, Why didn't he talk about building a stove? What is this for?

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

I've met this old man several times. Every time, he is chatting with others. Don't worry, mother, just wait. Zhang Meili said quickly.

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

...so we're going to build a blast furnace in the small square...

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

... If you want to build it, build the biggest one. Haha... Just kidding. I said it is the tallest and largest blast furnace in the county. What do you think? We big men, why can't young and old people burn the first place? You are right wrong?

Some women immediately shouted, Master Cui, men and women are equal. We women can also burn the stove. Please add another stove

son.

Zhang Guoqing looked at the woman with a headache. This lunatic, his wife was killed by her. Before he could come up with an excuse, more women called for more stoves.

Zhang Guoqing was so depressed that he just wanted to go forward and shoot these silly girls to death.

There were ebb and flow of speeches everywhere, and it continued until it was close to working time, and a 9-meter blast furnace was repaired. Every household under the whole street, regardless of age, participated in the activity.

As for Master Cui's tallest and largest stove in the county, no one mentioned it anymore.

Zhang Guoqing patted his son speechlessly. His son couldn't escape either, but he didn't know why such a young child went into battle? He didn't want to consult about bloody matters.

On the way, Zhang, father and old couple were worried about the yard in the village, so they turned to walk back.

What makes Zhang Guoqing very regretful is that after joining the big society, everything became collectively owned. Now there is no longer a carriage pulling people on the street.

Back home, the couple made arrangements for their son. According to the plan, a pile of broken copper and iron was piled up at the door, plus two large pots and a large kitchen knife left by Professor Liu. When they finally found the handle on the door, the two looked at each other and smiled wryly, before removing it and throwing it on it.

After tidying up, Zhang Guoqing went back to work and continued the meeting as well. The theme of the meeting was just attended 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, collected all iron products and piled them in the open space on the right side of the unit. There will be the site where the blast furnace will be prepared.

There is great power in numbers.

All units and streets in the county put away iron products from every household in the county and began to search for mineral resources on the mountain.

In the evening, there was a lot of open space in the county seat, with iron products, firewood and coal piles piled up everywhere, as well as a small amount of iron ore, coke, limestone and some materials for building blast furnaces.

Zhou Jiao is having a headache right now, very headache.

All the firewood and briquettes piled up in her house were taken away, and the two stoves in the kitchen opened their mouths wide. These things did not give her a headache, but the little things in front of her eyes.

Pingan shed tears and cried softly, My...my...

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

Tell him that if people want it, they have to give it, and they have to give it happily? Such an explanation, she is afraid of affecting the child's outlook on life and values.

Or tell him that there are many more in our family? With this kind of explanation, she was even more worried that children's words were not scruples. No matter how smart they were, they were still children.

In the end, Zhou Jiao hugged him, locked the door, and went back to the kitchen.

She was facing Ping An Bibi's cellar entrance. It's a pity that the iron sheet at the entrance of her cellar was finally preserved. At this moment, she cherishes the piece of iron more than gold.

After opening the cellar, Zhou Jiao hugged him and released two cauldrons, a pile of firewood and a pile of coal in reverse.

She patted the child lightly, then turned to let him have a look, Look, mom is hiding it. You can't say it, and if you say it, it will be gone. Shh... When others ask Ping An, Ping An shakes his head, okay?

After finishing speaking, Zhou Jiao demonstrated twice worriedly. Seeing the child's smiling face, she let out a long breath. Not easy!

Ping An, do you have anything to eat at home?

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

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

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

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

As soon as she finished speaking, the child immediately shook his head and said, It's gone.

Where is your mother's stuff, do you know?

Ping An shouted happily, It's gone.

It made Zhou Jiao laugh out loud, kissed him several times, and gave him a thumbs up.

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

It was a very common passage, but in her eyes, her son, who was not yet eight months old, made her proud and worthy of showing off.

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

After leaving the house, the small square was crowded with people, and there were a lot of iron products, firewood and coal piled up everywhere. The children happily played with the mud, and the sound of horns couldn't cover up the crowd.

Zhou Jiao laughed in the direction of her son's finger. How stingy her son must be, he is still thinking about his own cauldron and firewood.

Hush... Look, there's fire, there's thorns, it's dangerous! Ping'an, be good, don't come down. Mom will take you to find your grandparents. Zhou Jiao hurriedly gave him a few words, and carried him to Zhang's father and mother.

It took a long time to find Father Zhang and the others. Zhou Jiao saw that they were moving things, but she didn't go there either.

Hearing the loudspeaker say that dinner is divided into groups, and start lighting work at night.

She realized that now is not the time yet.

She began to adjust her position and carried her son behind her. She moved forward slowly to move things, turning her head to look at the child from time to time. Thinking about it in my heart, I have to find a way. After being grouped, the two mothers and sons become oily bottles, which is an eyesore.