After the mobilization, Chen Changshan began to summarize: "Okay, today's meeting is here, all members must not forget to go home and hand over the scrap copper and rotten iron that they don't want at home to the brigade headquarters."

Let's dismiss the meeting!"

After Chen Changshan announced the adjournment of the meeting, the members present walked home in twos and threes.

Along the way, Song Xiaoling was preoccupied, and Father Song saw it in his eyes, but he looked at the people around him and didn't say anything.

After returning to Song's house, Song's mother asked, "What did you talk about after the meeting?"

Father Song returned to "To carry out the industrial revolution movement above, let us raise the strength of the people of the whole country to support large-scale steelmaking." ”

Mother Song was stunned when she heard this, "Then how can we support it? We are not workers, and we can't practice that Raush Zigang." ”

Father Song returned: "Donate materials, those who have scrap iron at home donate scrap iron, and we can't do anything about the rest, after all, we are not steelmaking workers." ”

Mother Song breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this: "That's good!"

Song Xiaoling on the side listened to her parents' conversation.

finally made up his mind, "Dad, mother, that fairy grandfather came again last night." ”

When Father Song heard this, he suddenly became interested, "Oh, what did he say this time?"

Song Xiaoling returned: "Dad, grandpa said that this campaign is a busy job in vain." ”

Father Song was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then asked with an ugly face: "What's the matter?

Song Xiaoling returned: "The old man said that the big steelmaking activity will make people more and more crazy.

In the end, the original intention of the leaders above to develop the industrial revolution movement was completely distorted.

And the campaign is likely to affect crops. ”

Father Song frowned deeply when he heard this.

Seeing this, Mother Song was concerned: "Zhiyuan, this matter is very important, if you have no choice, we can only let it develop naturally." ”

Father Song said with a deep face when he heard this: "Well, I can only do this, at most I will just go to Changshan to mutter a few words." ”

Mother Song said: "Okay, let's do it!"

The next day, Guangming Village vigorously carried out iron donation activities.

Chen Changshan was very enthusiastic about this activity, because he heard Director Ji explain to them ~ the country's industrialization.

What is industrialization? That is, the bread that the common people eat, the clothes they wear, the houses they live in, and the tools they use are all made in factories with machines, so they can be mass-produced and have everything.

Farmers use tractors for planting and harvesting machines, and cities are full of chimneys, smoke billowing and machines rumbling.

All of these things are to be made of steel! If you live a good life, you will have to make steel!

If the people of the whole country really live such a good life, then they can really wake up laughing from their dreams!

After a day, it went pretty well. Chen Changshan was in a good mood, so he went back to his house for dinner.

That night, Song's father came to Chen's house and talked to Chen Changshan.

When Song's father arrived, Chen Changshan was drinking a little wine.

When he saw someone coming, he greeted Song's father and drank two glasses together.

Father Song answered, and also went to the table and drank with Chen Changshan.

The two of them drank three times, and Chen Changshan was obviously on the rise.

He held a wine glass and said to Song's father: "Zhiyuan, our country is about to fly!"

If the large-scale steel-making campaign is successful, it will be a great thing for the benefit of the country and the people!"

When Father Song heard this, he knew that Chen Changshan had listened to this movement in his heart.

He thought about what the old immortal said, looked at Chen Changshan again, and still didn't hold back in the end.

Zhengse said: "Changshan, I know you are on the rise now, but I have to splash you with a basin of cold water. ”

Chen Changshan knew what Father Song was like, and as soon as he heard the tone of his voice, he knew that Father Song was serious.

Immediately, he also packed up his emotions and said to Father Song: "Zhiyuan, since I became the captain, every suggestion you have made has benefited me a lot.

And we are also the best brothers, don't worry, no matter what you say, I will think with my heart!"

Father Song smiled with satisfaction when he heard this, "Changshan, it's great that you can believe me."

I'm here to give you a heads up. ”

Chen Changshan asked, "What's the matter?"

Father Song replied: "I don't know how much you know about steelmaking?

But when I was in school, I did hear our teachers say that steelmaking is not easy.

First of all, a large blast furnace is needed, the size of a steel mill in City D.

If you can't make a blast furnace like that, but a miniature version, then you will get an iron lump instead of steel.

If you want to participate in this sport, I hope you will not forget your original intention at the end. ”

Father Song's words are not serious, but Chen Changshan knows that it is all for his good.

"Zhiyuan, don't worry, I have listened to your words, and no matter whether this movement is successful or not in the future, I will keep my heart. ”

Father Song said happily when he heard this: "Okay, Changshan, I knew that you must be good!"

The question was raised, and the two of them began to drink again.

Because the two of them have nothing to do and are light, they really drank too much now.

In the end, Song's father spent the night at Chen Changshan's house.

Chen's mother arranged for two brothers, Chen Guoliang and Chen Guodong, and carried the two drunks to the West House.

Let them stink each other.

Subsequently, she sent Chen Guoliang to the Song family to report a message.

Then, at night, she lived alone with her four sons in the East House.

After this heart-to-heart talk, Chen Changshan was obviously much calmer in handling this matter.

He collected all the scrap iron collected in the brigade and did not rush to the commune, but put it in the brigade headquarters.

Then, he kept riding Song Zhiyuan's bicycle and frequently went to the commune to inquire about the news.

Knowing the amount of scrap iron handed over to the commune by each brigade, Chen Changshan returned to Guangming Village, took out a part of the scrap iron, and arranged for someone to drive the ox cart to the commune.

And the rest of the scrap iron, he did not rush to hand it over, but just stored it secretly in case of emergency.

After doing this, it is the end of the fourth month of the lunar calendar.

God has only had a plush drizzle for nearly half a month, and it has never rained again.

Father Song and Chen Changshan knew that this might be a catastrophe that God had warned of was coming.

Chen Changshan hurriedly held a meeting for his brother, the captain of the production team, and the old people in the village.

The content of the meeting was to ensure that this year's grain harvest has the lowest value of previous years' harvest, no matter what the cost is.

Guangming Village is rescuing the grain stalls, and other brigades of the Hongqi Commune are already in full swing to organize another iron donation activity.

And Chen Changshan knew all of this, because he knew that there must be a follow-up to this matter.

So, he arranged several eyeliners in the Red Flag Commune and various brigades.

It's just to be able to deliver the news back as soon as possible.

At this juncture, the day is almost to the May Festival.

Chen Changshan looked at the roosters in the chicken farm that had grown about five or six catties, and thought that he could sell them at a good price during the festival.

Last winter, Mother Song hatched more than 1,500 chicks.

Until this year, there are nearly 1,500 left, but this number is also very large.

After Chen Changshan discussed with Song's mother, he decided to sell these roosters in advance.

Because it is almost the May Festival, Chen Changshan's trip to sell chickens this time was particularly smooth.

On the second day of the first month of May, Chen Changshan had already received the payment for selling chickens.

This money, plus the money from selling chickens and eggs last year and selling eggs this year.

These funds have been able to repay all the arrears of the cement factory in Erdaohezi Commune.

Thinking of this, Chen Changshan's eyes gradually turned red.

He built the Xiaoqingshan Reservoir under pressure, and because he had no funds, he begged his grandfather everywhere to sue his grandmother for credit.

Now that he had paid all the money he owed for supplies, he felt that the mountain that was pressing on him was gone.

Thinking of this, Chen Changshan couldn't help but exhale a deep breath of turbidity.

I want to howl loudly, "Damn, it's finally over the famine!"