After dinner, Zhou Jiao carried Ping'an, held a trumpet and a horn, and followed behind Aunt Wang and the others.
Aunt Wang is a good person!
Before dinner, Aunt Wang looked disdainfully at Zhou Jiao's thin frame, especially in contrast with the chubby Ping'an, and with tightly furrowed brows, she gave Zhou Jiao an easy job.
Writing slogans, shouting slogans, blowing the horn—on the surface, it seemed like a non-stop twenty-hour job, but Zhou Jiao knew it was a gesture of care.
To avoid giving Aunt Wang ammunition for gossip, Zhou Jiao proactively took on several babies to care for so the adults could devote themselves to creating miracles.
The people began breaking up the limestone they had pushed back from the mountain during the day.
The foundation for the primitive blast furnace needed limestone, and to build a nine-meter tall furnace, the foundation required a layer of limestone rock. It was very strong and stable.
