Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

"Don't you always say that dreams are the opposite of reality? Now we all eat in the big canteen, and we can eat as much steamed buns and pancakes as we want. Don't worry, Director Zhang said that there is plenty of food in the treasury, so there is no shortage of food!"

Speaking of this, the old lady became even more worried, "What do you know? Even in the emperor's house, no one would throw steamed buns or rice into the slop bucket.

Before liberation, even the landlords, wealthy people and capitalists cooked according to the prescribed amount.

I am worried that if everyone wastes food like this, God will not tolerate it and will send down a natural disaster!"

Han Zhaozhao quickly looked around and whispered, "Grandma, you can't say this outside. If someone hears it, something bad will happen!"

The old lady turned pale with fear, "Yes, yes, you can't say anything!

In ancient times, this would be considered high treason and punishable by beheading! In today's new society, if someone reports it, they will also be paraded through the streets and criticized!

Zhao Zhao, you have to remind me more often in the future. If I say something nonsense again, you can pinch me."

Han Zhaozhao: If something really happens, it will be too late to strangle you!

In the following days, the quality of the food in the cafeteria dropped significantly, and the food became worse day by day. Fortunately, there were plenty of cabbages and radishes in this season, so we were still able to eat.

That night, Han Zhaozhao and his friends handed in their firewood and lined up for food. After the people in front got their food, they all looked disappointed.

When it was their turn, Han Zhaozhao discovered that the staple food today was only small steamed bread, and the vegetables were just some cabbage leaves stewed in a watery broth.

Several old ladies who had already sat down to eat sighed, didn't say anything, but kept exchanging glances with each other.

I was complaining in my mind: "See, I told you not to waste food, this is what I'm getting."

"No matter how rich a country is, even if it has mountains of gold and silver, it can't prevent hundreds of millions of people from eating and wasting it!"

"Hey! The national granary is not going to run out of food, is it? What should we do next?"

"Thank God that we can continue to provide such meals! But looking at the situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

No one dared to speak, but everyone had their own thoughts. Many smart people had already sensed that the situation was not good.

Han Zhaozhao felt heavy in his heart, knowing that what was coming would come even if it was late, and that the boots would eventually fall to the ground after being taken off.

People ate in silence. Seeing the food getting worse day by day, many people began to feel anxious. The dining hall was no longer filled with the laughter and joy of the past.

Everyone's heart feels heavy, as if it is being pressed down by a huge rock.

The ignorant children intuitively felt that the atmosphere was wrong. They didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, they snuggled into their mother's arms, opened her clothes, and sucked on her dry nipples.

This matter has nothing to do with them. If the food tastes good, they will eat a few bites. If it doesn’t taste good, they will just drink milk!

Several old widowers who used to suffer from strabismus seemed to have suddenly miraculously recovered from their eye disease.

They no longer secretly peeked at the women unbuttoning their clothes to breastfeed their babies, but stared at the food in their bowls with deep resentment and dissatisfaction. They were very dissatisfied with today's meal!

Director Zhang and several other grassroots street officials are also dissatisfied!

After more than a month, the things produced by the earthen blast furnace are nothing but a pile of slag! Those things called "steel" are actually just some shapeless scrap iron lumps, which are useless.

She didn't dare to think about how she would explain this to her superiors or how she would face the residents on the street.

Good iron pots, iron buckets, spatulas and other utensils were smashed and thrown into the earthen blast furnace, but they turned into gray lumps of scrap iron.

Such results can't help but make people feel disappointed, frustrated and frightened.

Not only was this so-called "steel" of poor quality, it couldn't even maintain its basic shape, let alone its usability.

They are fragile and easily break into pieces, crumbling into a pile of slag with a single knock, totally failing to meet the toughness and strength standards that steel should have.

My friends have also visited the earthen blast furnace. On the small open space, there are more than a dozen earthen high-rise buildings lined up.

Scrap iron collected by various units was everywhere. Some wealthy units did not collect enough scrap iron and had to go to other places to buy iron ore.

There were also small mountains of wood and a small amount of coal piled nearby, and the scene was a mess.

Niu Xiaolian whispered: "No wonder so many trees were cut down. It turns out that there is not enough coal to burn!"

Niu Xiaomin said seriously: "Didn't you see that many century-old trees in the city disappeared overnight? They were all turned into blast furnaces!"

Niu Xiaoyun also whispered: "Look, the bricks used to build the steelmaking furnace were taken from Qianmen Street and the city wall."

Han Zhaozhao gritted his teeth and nodded: "This brick is of good quality and will not deteriorate for hundreds of years. Well, it is the most forbidden to burn it. It is the best use to build a blast furnace with it!"

But I felt very sad in my heart, these are all cultural relics, and people of that era are all prodigals!

Kicking a few gray, hole-filled lumps of iron on the ground, Xiao Sanzi quickly expressed everyone's thoughts: "This thing, made of steel, what can it be used for?

A good thing is smashed into pieces, put into a furnace and refined into iron slag. This is steelmaking, isn't this rust removal?"

Niu Xiaomin was so shocked that he stepped forward and covered his mouth with his hand, angrily scolding: "Watch your stinky mouth! What did you say before you came here?

Watch more, listen more, and don't talk! Don't consider the occasion and just start talking.

Don't you know what you can and can't say? Do you think you're the only sensible person in the capital?

Let me tell you, with people like you, when you open your mouth you can see your butt at a glance, and your intestines are straight. If you can't control your mouth, I'm afraid you will bring trouble to your family.

Let’s go, let’s not look anymore, let’s go back first!”

It's quite scary when an honest person gets angry when he is pushed into a corner!

Xiao Sanzi's eyes rolled around and he was speechless for a moment. He was confused by Niu Xiaomin's scolding!

"Hey, kids, this is dangerous. This is not a place for you to play. Get out of here!"

A tall, thin, sallow-faced young man passed by carrying wood and reminded them.

The five friends retreated decisively and returned home in shame.

Witnessing this movement with their own eyes, the children felt heavy in their hearts. They had all grown up, and when they saw the piles of large iron pots being smashed into pieces of iron, they would always glance around to find out which one belonged to their family.

Leaders of many units are also worried that the steelmaking activities have reached this stage, consuming huge manpower, material and financial resources.

Countless people struggled day and night, invested endless sweat and effort, but in the end what they got was such a pile of meaningless scrap metal.

People worked hard to make steel in earthen blast furnaces, but in the end all they got was a pile of worthless scrap.

This situation was heartbreaking and helpless, and it also made people question the steelmaking method at that time. However, no one dared to raise any opinions.

Even if they are full of dissatisfaction and disappointment, they have to make steel unless ordered to stop by their superiors!

The earthen blast furnace continued to burn with thick smoke, and trees on the mountains outside the city fell one after another and were blown into the furnace mouth.

Some units have tried every possible means to change the steelmaking method. People firmly believe that the policies and guidelines of the superiors must be correct, and the fault lies with those who implement them.

If the steelmaking method is wrong, all efforts will be in vain!

Therefore, we improved the technology, added more firewood, ensured the firepower was consistent 24 hours a day, and increased the number of night shift staff...

With everyone working together, they came up with a lot of useful and useless methods and tried them one by one. There was always one that would work. Maybe they would succeed and produce the best steel!