Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Mo Er said to Mrs. Li, "We are all from the same village, so let's just help them. They left their hometown to come to me, so I want them to have no worries in life.

She then said to her uncle, "After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you can take them there. Just come to my house and find me. I will rent a house for you. I will also arrange accommodation for the workers at the construction site."

The next day, under the gaze of the entire village, Moer boarded a helicopter and slowly took off to Beijing amid the admiration of the villagers.

After flying the helicopter to the National Security Department, she drove home. When she got home, it was already six o'clock in the evening. When she entered the third courtyard, she saw the grandmother wiping her tears and applying an ice pack to Xiaohu's face.

She asked, "What's going on? What happened to Xiaohu's face?"

Grandma said, "Xiao Hu was beaten by a factory manager." Mo'er immediately became furious and asked, "Xiao Hu, tell me what happened. Which factory manager?"

Xiaohu said, "I brought an apple to school today. A classmate snatched it away. I went to ask him for it back, but he tried to hit me. I pushed him, and his father saw me. He slapped me four times!"

Mo'er asked, "Which factory is his father the director of?" Xiaohu said, "My classmate once said that his father is now the director of an ironworks not far from our school, and he's about to be transferred to be the director of the newly built automobile factory!"

"He's always showing off at school, saying that if his dad becomes the director of the car factory, he'll have even more power."

Mo Er said: "Don't worry, as long as your sister is here, he won't be able to take on the position. Even if he is the director of the current ironworks, I won't let him take on the position.

Then Mo'er returned home. He first fetched some spiritual spring water and filled the family water tank. He then brought a bunch of vegetables and fruit to the kitchen. He found a bottle of anti-swelling and pain-relieving gel, left the house, and applied it to Xiaohu's face. After dinner, Mo'er drove out of the house and headed for the ironworks. It took just over ten minutes to get there. The ironworks and steelworks were adjacent, with a train track running between them for the molten iron trains.

Three blast furnaces can be seen standing in the distance. In his previous life, Father Moer started from a small steel plant and gradually grew stronger step by step.

At that time, she often went to the factory to see her father, and had some understanding of iron and steel making.

As his thoughts spread, the blast furnace was ablaze with red flames, and the molten iron in the furnace was almost full. Mo'er looked around the warehouse and found that there were many molds inside. They just poured the molten iron into it, and when it solidified, the molds that came out were steamed bun iron, like huge steamed buns cut with a knife, each weighing seventy or eighty pounds.

As soon as she thought about it, the molds came into the space, and then she poured the molten iron from the blast furnace into the molds.

After a few minutes, the molten iron solidified, and she poured out the steamed iron and arranged it in order. She repeated this process until she smuggled all the molten iron from the three blast furnaces into the space.

The three blast furnace masters were completely confused. Logically, the time had come and they could start producing iron, but as they watched from the observation deck, the amount of molten iron seemed to be getting less and less.

The report was made to the blast furnace section chief, who was also bewildered. This was his first time encountering such a situation. There was nothing he could do. If there was not enough molten iron, he could not add more. He continued to add sintered ore raw materials!

Time passed little by little, and the three blast furnace masters were sweating profusely. The factory director was also called in. He was pot-bellied and looked like the kind of person who was fat and greedy and was taking advantage of the farmers!