Because there were too many people who refused, Yao Xuewei got the nickname of a black-faced husband, but there was nothing she could do. No matter what other factories said, she only received the batch of steel with excellent quality. As long as there was a minor problem, she would not want it.

In fact, it is difficult for people in steel mills to do it. Many of the iron cultivated in rural blast furnaces is scrap iron, which is buried directly by villagers on the spot, but steel mills will also recycle that slightly better iron.

Let's recycle and use it. People in steel mills are not very happy, but there is nothing they can do. As mentioned above, they have to do it, otherwise what the hard-working people think? What they have been refined is useless. Isn't that a blow to people's enthusiasm?

Moreover, these steel mills are the main body of this steelmaking campaign. The government has made a lot of additional investments for them to expand their output and take benefits. They can't help but work.

There are too many trivial things in steel mills, and there is no stop in other factories that cooperate with it.

Even if you know these things, compared with the next ten years, it was just an appetizer, but Yao Xuewei couldn't help sulking.

"I read the newspaper that this year's steel production has doubled from last year. Isn't this good for your factory? I see why you look unhappy. Zhao Mingli saw good news in the newspaper. She didn't know where Yao Xuewei's anger came from.

"What a good thing? Isn't there so much scrap steel and iron?

"It's scrapped. Don't just finish it. Isn't there so many good things?"

Zhao Mingli's answer was simple and straightforward, which made Yao Xuewei unable to refute.

After being stunned for a while, Yao Xuewei said depressedly, "But this is a waste of resources."

Knowing that it is one thing, and experiencing it is one thing, especially in the face of the big era, the feeling of aggrievance that can only drift with the tide has made Yao Xuewei do a good psychological construction before she slow down.

"And those ten thousand pig farms, ten thousand chicken factories, how many pounds per mu... I feel fake just listening to it. It's not that everyone hasn't planted fields or raised livestock. Why..."

Even if they didn't understand, cadres should have learned it when they went to the countryside for a month or two before. I didn't expect to shout such an unreasonable slogan.

Zhao Mingli's entangled expression, newspaper news, and exciting good news from all over the world told him that those things were reasonable, and then they were happy, but Yao Xuewei's point of view was very reasonable...

With a wry smile and sighed, Zhao Mingli persuaded, "Don't think too much. Thinking too left and right is not a good thing for us.

In China, political struggles have existed since ancient times. Sometimes they clearly know this bad thing and want to stop it, but because of politics, they will eventually compromise...

Yao Xuewei is at least lucky to live in her family courtyard, and the big disturbances will not affect the army. Not only will her life be greatly affected, but she can also protect Yao Duoduo to grow up safely.

But the consequences of stepping too fast soon came. At the beginning, Yao Duoduo and others were still envious of those classmates in the countryside and could eat big pot rice.

Although all the grain and pots at home are handed in, it is not what ordinary families can eat casually in the canteen.

At that time, Yao Duoduo's class would be specially asked about his classmates from the countryside.

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