Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

The next morning, the grandparents and grandchildren collected all the ironware they could see in the house, including kitchen knives, scissors, iron pots, iron nails on the wall, door noses and door knockers...

After leaving the gate, Han Zhaozhao looked back and sighed: "Fortunately, my grandfather had the foresight to lock our gate with a brass lock, otherwise, our gate would be useless and would be wide open without any need to protect against people.

Now, even if I had a large magnet, I couldn't get any iron foam out of my house."

The old lady felt very upset: these things were all bought with money, and she didn't get a penny in compensation after handing them over. She really couldn't bear to part with them!

But what the old man and his granddaughter said is right. In the tide of history, individuals must not force themselves to stand out.

It's not just their family that suffers the loss. People all over the country are doing this. If they don't want to pay, wouldn't they be making enemies with everyone and going against the country?

I heard on the radio that the big capitalists even gave up their cars to make steel. Compared with theirs, the little stuff she had was really worthless.

When we arrived at the neighborhood committee, we saw that people from her family were carrying baskets, while people from other families were carrying baskets, some were carrying sacks, and some activists were pulling carts.

The ironware handed over was even more varied, including pots, pans, axes, knives, scissors, hammers, wires, nails, door noses, and some people even took down the nails on the roof beams.

The Han family's grandparents and grandchildren were stunned. It couldn't be compared to this, really couldn't be compared to this. The beams of their house were of mortise and tenon structure, there weren't so many nails.

The old lady covered her chest and murmured to herself, "Are the Yang family members crazy? Aren't they afraid that the house will collapse and hit someone?"

Many neighbors in the queue were also whispering: "The Yang family is really eager to be the first!"

"Are they not going to have the wedding?"

The staff of the neighborhood committee were still praising them loudly: "The Yang family has set a good example for all of us!

If you all go home and look carefully, you may find a few pounds of iron in some corner.

We can't underestimate these few pounds of iron. If a family pays one pound more, our alley will have more than 200 pounds more, and our highway will have more than 10,000 pounds more. What about the district, and even the entire capital, won't it be hundreds of thousands of tons more?"

Han Zhaozhao nodded in admiration: Grassroots cadres of this era, although they have a low level of education, they are good at fooling people!

If this happened in later generations, he would definitely be a talent in sales, and by doing pyramid schemes he could kill a large number of high-level intellectuals in seconds!

Looking at the scene, many people were fooled and got too excited, and some immediately turned around and went home.

"I remember now, the two hinges on my dowry wardrobe seem to be made of iron too. I'll go home and get them out!"

"I thought of that, too. The water tank in my house was riveted, and the string of rivets seemed to be made of iron. I went home, smashed the tank, and handed over the iron nails.

We will all have to eat in the public canteen anyway, and since we have already handed over the big pot, there is no point in keeping the jar, so we might as well smash it to support the country!"

What’s worse, many women even took off their hairpins and handed them in!

Han Zhaozhao couldn't tell what he felt inside. People in later generations, when talking about people of this era, didn't understand their blind following and madness, and thought they were stupid.

But what she saw at the scene were the most simple and loyal people in the world.

Although he has no education or knowledge, he firmly believes in the country and the leaders, and only cares about contribution without asking for rewards.

Not to mention handing over small things like ironware, too many people have dedicated their youth, their descendants, and even their lives to the country!

In this crazy era, in a new China, we can only move forward by groping in the dark!

It is true that they may not be able to see that far in some things, but their hearts are sincere and their blood is red!

In September, Han Zhaozhao and Niu Xiaoyun finally registered for elementary school!

But they came at a good time. They were assigned to classrooms and given textbooks. Even before their classmates could recognize all the students, the massive nationwide steel-making campaign had begun.

Steel is the foundation of the national industry, the backbone of the entire industry, and the marshal of the entire industry.

Other departments must "stop and make way" for this!

So, next, the factory stopped production and started making steel!

School is suspended, steel is made!

Regardless of occupation, including workers, farmers, teachers, and soldiers, and regardless of gender, age or status, everyone joined in the battle to make steel!

Throughout the capital city, at one time, thousands of blast furnaces were built from the ground up, and glory could only be achieved by ourselves!

"Students, the school will be suspended from tomorrow. The steelmaking furnace in our school is facing the difficulties of shortage of raw materials and fuel.

Now we assign tasks. Every student in our class has to hand in three kilograms of iron and thirty kilograms of firewood.

We are now glorious primary school students, the flowers of the motherland. I believe that everyone can complete the task, right?"

A group of silly kids wiped their noses and answered in unison: "Yes! It can be done!"

Teacher: "Answer me together and complete the task resolutely!"

Students: "Complete the task resolutely!"

After the slogan was shouted, the children were like chickens and ducks released from a pen, flailing their wings and running towards the school gate. Line up? That's impossible!

The children were very active. Before the teacher finished speaking on the stage, the students had already packed their backpacks and put them on their shoulders.

Niu Xiaoyun and Han Zhaozhao were deskmates, and the two girls walked at the back.

The louder the slogans were just now, the more worried we are now.

"Zhao Zhao, what should we do? We have already handed in our ear spoons, but we can't even find a nail. What can we hand in?"

Han Zhaozhao Xiaoxiong spread his hands: "My family is the same, isn't it? Don't worry about it, every family is the same.

There’s nothing we can do if we really can’t hand it in. It’s our school’s fault for assigning the assignment late.

Our neighborhood committee started collecting iron half a month ago. Now we have scraped the floor of our house clean. Where can we find more iron?"

On the way home, most of the people I met were covered in dust and dirt. These people were working in shifts to make steel.

Some people are so sleepy and tired that they have difficulty walking, and they look dazed and ready to fall down at any time, which is really scary!

Han Zhaozhao and Niu Xiaoyun were scared!

Han Zhaozhao: This person wouldn't die suddenly, would he?!

Niu Xiaoyun: "My dad hasn't been home for three days in a row. I wonder if he's also so tired?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!" Han Zhaozhao was really scared. He knew it was wrong, but he had to follow the trend of the times.

"Han Zhaozhao, Niu Xiaoyun, wait for me!" There was a clanging sound, and when I turned around, I saw that Xiao Sanzi had caught up with me.

"Why don't you two wait for me at the school gate? Didn't we agree to go to and from school together?"

"You third graders always finish school late, which delays us from going home to work."

"Stop making excuses. What else can you do now? You don't have to cook, and you can't go up the mountain.

Our teacher is so annoying, always staying late. When the school bell rings, the students are distracted, who still has the heart to study?

After delaying for ten to eight minutes, the students' grades haven't improved much. Won't those who should fail still fail? "

Niu Xiaoyun was worried and didn't want to listen to him talk about their teacher.

"Qian Xiaosan, how much iron does your class need to hand in? Do you have a way to complete the task?"