Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

The next day at noon.

The translator, Xiao Zhou, took the telegram and hurried into the office.

He ran so fast that his glasses were askew.

"President Su."

Damian called back.

Su Qingyun put down her pen.

"read."

Xiao Zhou spread out the telegram.

"We have B-91/115 aviation gasoline."

"Twenty tons available."

"Two hundred and sixty rubles per ton."

"Packed in drums, with factory inspection certificate."

"Loading within eleven days."

Su Qingliang was squatting on the ground calculating accounts.

Upon hearing "twenty tons," the beads on the abacus in his hand stopped moving.

"Twenty tons of oil?"

"How much will this cost?"

Xiao Zhou adjusted his glasses.

"Five thousand two hundred rubles."

Su Qingliang gasped.

"Damn it."

"Another half-plane's worth of money."

The accountant was also standing nearby.

He flipped through the account books, his face looking somewhat bitter.

"Qingyun".

"The second aircraft has not yet been inspected and accepted."

"And then there's the gas money going in..."

Su Qingyun took the telegram.

There was also a line of smaller text above.

The payment can be used to offset the cost of the next batch of toilet paper.

After reading it, he said directly.

"Call back."

"Twenty tons, all of it."

Su Qingliang stood up abruptly.

"Third Brother."

"Really buying?"

Su Qingyun folded the telegram neatly.

"The plane is out of fuel."

"What's the difference between it and a lump of iron?"

Han Changsheng sat by the door.

He was wiping his flight boots in his hands.

He raised his head.

"Twenty tons isn't a lot."

"Two An-2 helicopters will take turns operating."

"At most ten days or so."

Su Qingliang scratched his head.

"Ten days isn't enough."

"Hold on for now."

Su Qingyun picked up the phone.

"The provincial quotas won't be approved in a day."

"Let's finish the work in front of us first."

"We'll take it one step at a time."

He dialed the foreign trade station.

"Feed".

"I am Su Qingyun from the Beidahuang Farm."

"Send me an urgent telegram."

"Agreed on the price."

"The payment will be settled with the next batch of first-grade toilet paper."

"Ask him again."

"Do you have airport refueling pumps, filters, and fuel tank accessories?"

The phone hangs up.

Su Qingliang came closer.

"We even have to buy oil drums?"

Su Qingyun glanced at him.

"Oil is not like carrying water."

"Just pour it into the bucket and you're done."

"Filtering, grounding, fireproofing."

"If any one thing is missing, something bad could happen."

Han Changsheng nodded.

That's right.

"Aviation fuel is most vulnerable to water ingress."

"The engine gave a gasp."

"When you're in the sky, there's nowhere to pull over and park."

……

in the afternoon.

A jeep belonging to the regional oil company drove into the farm.

The car door was pushed open.

Three people came down.

Leading the way was Sun Wanfu from the Supply and Marketing Department.

Around forty years old.

His forehead was shiny with oil.

He had a black leather bag tucked under his arm.

He entered the office.

I first glanced at the homework diagram on the wall.

I looked again in the direction of the helipad.

Only then did he speak.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"Section Chief Sun."

Su Qingyun got up and poured him a glass of water.

Sun Wanfu did not carry it.

He pulled a notice out of his bag.

"Fuel requirements for the second aircraft."

"It hasn't been approved by the higher authorities."

"Oil companies are supplying oil according to plan."

"We can only save one."

Su Qingliang's face darkened immediately.

"I just bought some too."

"Why were they only given enough fuel for one aircraft?"

Sun Wanfu raised his hand.

"Young comrade."

"Aviation fuel is not the gasoline that tractors burn."

"These are planned supplies."

"The province isn't allocating any quotas."

"We can't conjure it up either."

Su Qingyun received the notification.

It bears the red seal of the regional oil company.

Six tons per month.

It's only enough for one aircraft to operate normally.

"Section Chief Sun."

"Has it been reported to the provincial authorities?"

Sun Wanfu took a sip of water.

"It was reported."

"However..."

He shook his head.

"It will take at least a month."

"Slower."

"It's hard to say."

Su Qingliang was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"It will arrive by plane in ten days."

"Should we leave it on the track to sunbathe?"

Sun Wanfu glanced at him.

"There's no use in being anxious."

Logically speaking...

"The region is preparing to build an agricultural aviation operation station."

"Aircraft should be registered in a unified manner."

"Fuel quotas are easier to handle."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Su Qingyun raised her head.

"Where should we register everything?"

Sun Wanfu coughed.

"Agricultural Bureau Operation Station"

"Unified regional management"

"Oil, aircraft maintenance, pilots."

"Everything went smoothly."

Su Qingyun smiled.

"The plane belongs to the Agriculture Bureau."

"Can you get it just with oil?"

Sun Wanfu did not give a direct answer.

He put the teacup down.

"Collective property."

"It's safer than managing each household individually."

Su Qingyun leaned back in her chair.

"Section Chief Sun."

"The first plane cost 50,000 rubles."

"The second one costs 58,000."

"Did you receive even one ruble?"

Sun Wanfu frowned.

"This isn't about money."

"It's about the bigger picture."

"OK."

Su Qingyun reached out and pushed the notice back.

"You can contribute 80,000 rubles."

"The plane will be given to the Agriculture Bureau tomorrow."

Sun Wanfu's face froze.

Where in the region can I find foreign exchange?

"Then don't talk to me about that."

Su Qingyun spoke calmly.

"I'll pay for it."

"The plane belongs to someone else."

I'll pay for the gas.

"The plane still has to obey other people's orders."

"That's utterly unreasonable."

Sun Wanfu tapped his fingers on the table.

"President Su."

"Your attitude."

"It has a negative impact."

Su Qingyun opened the drawer.

Place Damian's telegram on the table.

"Perfect."

"They won't supply domestic oil."

"I bought twenty tons of B-91s from the Soviet Union."

Sun Wanfu was taken aback.

He looked down and finished reading the telegram.

His expression gradually darkened.

"The oil has arrived."

"We also need to go to the oil company's oil depot."

"Unified registration and unified distribution."

Su Qingliang was furious when he heard that.

"fart!"

"I also went to buy the oil."

"Why should we give it to Curry?"

Sun Wanfu glared at him.

"Young man."

"Keep your mouth clean."

"Aviation fuel is flammable."

"Does your farm have an oil depot?"

"Do you have fire safety permits?"

"Is there a dedicated custodian?"

As soon as he said that...

Su Qingliang remained silent.

The farm does not have an aviation fuel depot.

Now at the edge of the runway.

It's just a shed for storing pesticides.

Let alone twenty tons of oil.

Even with two barrels of oil, we wouldn't dare leave them lying around.

Sun Wanfu saw this.

His tone softened.

"Send the oil to our warehouse."

"We can also list it separately for you in the accounts."

"However, it involves oil."

"We must follow the unified arrangements of the region."

Su Qingyun did not respond.

He put the telegram into his canvas bag.

"Section Chief Sun."

"Don't worry about the oil depot."

"The oil is here."

I have my own place to put it.

Sun Wanfu stood up.

"Don't try to be a hero."

"There really was a fire."

"No one can afford to take that responsibility."

"Then we'll do it according to the rules."

Su Qingyun looked at him.

"Your oil company is in charge of safety."

"I welcome it."

"But whose oil is it?"

"The blame will be placed on whoever is responsible."

Sun Wanfu's lips twitched.

He didn't say anything more.

They left with their people.

The jeep drove out of the gate.

Su Qingliang then came over.

"Third Brother."

"Where are we going to find an oil depot?"

Su Qingyun picked up the phone.

"Find Deputy Director Liang."

"Next, contact the public security and fire protection department."

"They're right."

"Oil should not be stored haphazardly."

"But we can't let someone take it away with just a word."

……

Deputy Director Liang arrived at the runway that same day.

After he got out of the car.

He glanced at the tarmac first.

"Qingyun".

"Sun Wanfu called."

"They said you'd store your own aviation fuel."

"This is no joke."

Su Qingyun spread the map out on the hood of the car.

"Director Liang."

"The oil is here."

"The oil company wants to take it over."

"Nominally, it's for safekeeping."

"In reality, it's a unified scheduling system."

Deputy Director Liang frowned.

"Sun Wanfu wasn't entirely wrong."

"Oil."

"Was it placed in the wrong place? That's a disaster."

Su Qingyun pointed to the west side of the runway.

"There used to be an abandoned grain warehouse here."

"More than 100 meters from the runway."

"Brick walls, asbestos tile roof."

"After being cleared out, it will be converted into an oil storage point."

"No oil drums should be placed on the ground."

"Wooden support frame".

"Build sandboxes at the entrance."

"Provide fire extinguishers."

"Oil drums must be moved in and out by two people with double locks."

Han Changsheng squatted down beside him.

I spent a long time looking at the map.

"The wind direction is also suitable."

"It's far from the medicine shed."

"Refuel the plane, then tow it over by truck."

"It works."

Deputy Director Liang did not nod immediately.

He picked up the cigarette pack and took out a cigarette.

Just about to click.

Then I remembered that this was next to the runway.

He put the cigarette back in.

"Would the fire protection sector agree?"

"Can you agree?"

"We have to go see."

Su Qingyun said.

"Rules are for ensuring safety."

"It's not something to be used to hold people hostage."

That evening.

Chief Wang from the Fire Protection Division of the Public Security Bureau has arrived.

He was carrying a measuring tape.

From waste grain warehouses to runways.

He looked around again.

"Where is the grain that was originally in the warehouse?"

"Full clear."

"Where are the planks?"

"dismantle."

"Where's the wire?"

"Break off."

Section Chief Wang walked to the door.

He tapped the ground with the sole of his shoe.

"The ground needs to be paved with tiles."

"The oil is leaking out, but we can't let it seep into the soil."

"No lights are allowed inside."

"Use a hand pump to refuel."

"The oil drum should be grounded first."

Who keeps it safe?

Su Qingyun glanced at Han Changsheng.

"One air force squadron."

"A farm."

"Whoever opens the door, signs the document."

Section Chief Wang nodded.

"That's more like it."

He took a notebook out of his pocket.

I wrote a few lines.

"Proceed with the temporary storage facility for now."

"Check once a month."

"Who dares to slack off?"

"I'll seal your door first."

Su Qingliang quickly took the notebook.

"Section Chief Wang."

"I'll go and guarantee it too."

"Who dares to smoke inside?"

"I'll go slap him too."

Section Chief Wang glared at him.

"Stop being foolish."

"Make the sandbox bigger."

……

Two days later.

The abandoned grain warehouse has changed.

The wooden door was replaced with a sheet metal door.

A brick platform, about half a person's height, was built inside the house.

The ground was paved with red bricks.

Sandboxes, shovels, and fire extinguishers were placed at the entrance.

Han Changsheng also had a wooden sign nailed on.

Aviation fuel storage point.

Beidahuang Farm.

Another line of smaller text was added below.

Without the consent of the double-locked custodian.

Do not open.

Su Qingliang stood at the door.

I stared at that sign for a long time.

"Will Sun Wanfu dare to reach out again this time?"

Su Qingyun held the account book.

Write the first line above.

Oil inventory.

Zero tons.

"He dares to stretch out."

"Let's put it in his journal."

……

tenth day.

Another freight car from the Soviet Union arrived at the freight station.

A flatbed cart.

Two covered wagons.

The company member who saw the airplane last time.

They came over again this time.

"Another one?"

"The Great Northern Wilderness is going to reach for the heavens!"

"I went too, but I thought there was only one!"

The tarpaulin on the flatbed truck was lifted.

The green fuselage was revealed.

Numbering, records, spraying equipment.

Nothing is missing.

In another covered wagon.

Rows of blue iron buckets were neatly stacked.

The barrel is printed with Russian text.

B-91/115.

More than 130 oil drums.

Each one was sealed with a lead seal.

Su Qingliang stood next to the train car.

He was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Third Brother."

"This time there's actually oil!"

The voice just fell.

A jeep was parked outside the freight yard.

Sun Wanfu, accompanied by two men, walked over quickly.

He looked at the plane first.

Then I looked at the oil drums.

He didn't look well.

"President Su."

"This batch of oil cannot be hauled onto the runway."

Su Qingyun turned around.

Why?

Sun Wanfu pointed to the oil drum.

"Imported oilseeds."

"It has to be deposited into the oil company's account first."

"Once they pass inspection, they will be allocated in a unified manner."

Su Qingliang took a step forward.

"Trying to take it again?"

Sun Wanfu ignored him.

He stared at Su Qingyun.

"This is not taking."

"That's the rule."

Su Qingyun took out a notice from her canvas bag.

handed over.

Sun Wanfu took it.

After reading just two lines, my face froze.

It bears the seals of the local agricultural bureau, the fire department of the public security bureau, and the railway freight station.

Beidahuang Farm imports aviation fuel.

Direct delivery to the agricultural aviation temporary storage point is permitted.

Create a separate account.

Special oil for specific purposes.

Sun Wanfu flipped to the last page.

My finger stopped on Dong Guangping's signature.

"Did Secretary Dong approve it?"

"Um."

Su Qingyun took the notice back.

"Section Chief Sun."

"You can come and investigate."

"Was the oil drum sealed or not?"

"It wasn't recorded in the accounts."

"But the oil doesn't go into the main warehouse."

"It is not subject to unified allocation."

Sun Wanfu's face turned pale and then red.

What does he want to say?

And I couldn't find a reason.

In the end, he managed to squeeze out just one sentence.

"The tests still need to be done, right?"

"certainly."

Su Qingyun waved to the covered wagon.

"Old Gu."

"Thank you for your help."

Old Gu was wearing glasses.

He came over carrying his toolbox.

He first checked the lead seal.

Another oil drum was opened.

The transparent oil flowed into the glass bottle through the sampling tube.

Old Gu took out a hydrometer.

I put it in and took a look.

Then I dipped the filter paper in it again.

"Density pairs".

"There is no water."

"It also has fewer impurities."

He opened the manual for the An-2 engine.

I found a page of Russian instructions.

"B-91/115".

"This is the oil used in this engine."

Sun Wanfu frowned.

"Just one glance."

"Can this be considered a test?"

Old Gu raised his head.

"Technical documents, factory certificate, and seals."

"It's all here."

"We really need to send it to the provincial level for testing."

"It might take half a month to get a result."

"Will the plane wait?"

Sun Wanfu remained silent.

Han Changsheng walked over.

I took the glass bottle and smelled it.

"Fill it with two hundred liters first."

"Test drive this afternoon."

"The test flight went smoothly."

"This batch of oil is ready to use."

Sun Wanfu was getting anxious.

"We can't do this carelessly!"

Han Changsheng glanced at him.

"Who's causing trouble?"

"It's written in the engine manual."

"The maintenance crew has inspected it."

"The test flight approval has also been granted."

"You can fix An-2?"

Sun Wanfu's mouth moved slightly.

He didn't say a word.

……

Four days later.

The second An-2 was assembled.

The lettering on the machine body is painted in white.

Beidahuang Farm No. 2.

Old Zhao got into the cockpit.

Old Gu squatted under the wing.

Holding the examination report in his hand.

"Hydraulic pressure?"

Old Zhao glanced at his instrument panel.

"normal."

"A magneto?"

"normal."

"temperature?"

"normal."

Han Changsheng waved the red flag.

"Everyone back off!"

"No one should stand in front of the propeller!"

The engine made two muffled noises at first.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

The propeller started spinning.

B-91 in a blue oil drum.

It went into the engine through the oil pipe.

Old Gu stared at the instrument panel.

I watched it for a good ten minutes.

Finally, he raised his hand.

"It's ready for a test flight!"

Sun Wanfu stood by the track.

His face was very tense.

He watched helplessly as the second aircraft taxied to the end of the runway.

The engine noise suddenly rose.

The plane sped off.

The front wheels are off the ground.

The aircraft took off steadily.

Walk around the field once.

Two laps.

The third lap lowers the altitude.

It landed smoothly.

Old Zhao jumped out of the cockpit.

Take off your flight cap.

"It's very oily."

"Even smoother than that batch of stored oil."

Old Gu held the examination report.

Write two words in the last column.

Passed.

Su Qingliang snatched the examination report.

He was so happy he couldn't stop smiling.

"Section Chief Sun."

"Is this oil usable?"

Sun Wanfu's face twitched.

He turned and walked toward the jeep.

Walk to the car door.

He stopped again.

"President Su."

"Before the provincial quotas were released."

"You'd better be careful with this batch of oil."

Su Qingyun nodded.

That makes sense.

Oil is precious.

"No one should be ordered around for free."

……

3 PM.

The agricultural bureau's jeep crashed onto the runway.

Deputy Director Liang jumped out of the car.

He was clutching two task sheets in his hand.

"Qingyun!"

"Dongshan Brigade, Military Reclamation Farm No. 3"

"The meadow moths have formed again!"

He handed over the task sheet.

"Two places."

"More than 8,000 mu."

"The usual rules."

"Guaranteed by the Agriculture Bureau."

"Operating fees, fuel costs."

"Not a penny less."

Su Qingyun accepted the task order.

I read it once.

The seals of two organizations.

In the guarantee section.

Deputy Director Liang has already signed the document.

"Team Leader Han".

"Take Unit 1 to Field 3."

"Old Zhao is taking Unit 2 to Dongshan."

Han Changsheng grabbed the flight cap.

"Is there enough oil?"

Su Qingyun looked at the oil shed.

"Full up Unit 2 first."

"This batch of imported oil."

"Remember this until you get promoted."

"Who uses how much?"

"How much will it be after autumn?"

Deputy Director Liang nodded.

"Of course."

"Who wants to talk about style now?"

"Who will pay for it themselves?"

The two An-2 helicopters started up one after the other.

One plane heads east.

One plane heads north.

The roar of engines drowned out the sound of the wind beside the runway.

Su Qingliang stood still.

I craned my neck and stared at it for a long time.

Until the two planes became black dots.

He then looked down at the row of blue oil drums.

"Third Brother."

"The oil is ready."

"Does that mean we won't be afraid of being choked anymore?"

Su Qingyun closed the ledger.

"Afraid."

"These twenty tons of oil."

"It won't last long."

He turned and walked toward his office.

Send another telegram to Damian.

Su Qingliang quickly followed.

"Buying oil too?"

"purchase."

Su Qingyun said.

"Ask him again."

Are there any airport refueling trucks?

"There are more airplanes."

"We can't keep using a hand pump to pour it in bucket by bucket."