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

Early the next morning.

Xiao Zhou ran into the office carrying a telegram.

"President Su."

Damian called back.

Su Qingyun put down her pen.

"read."

Xiao Zhou spread out the telegram.

"There are airport refueling trucks."

"ATZ-2.4-52 model".

"The tank has a capacity of 2,400 liters."

Manufactured in 1972.

"The oil pump was replaced last year."

"Equipped with coarse filtration, fine filtration, and metering."

Su Qingliang leaned closer.

"What's the price?"

Xiao Zhou adjusted his glasses.

"Four thousand eight hundred rubles."

Su Qingliang almost dropped the abacus in his hand.

"A beat-up gas truck."

"It's almost halfway up the plane?"

Xiao Zhou continued reading.

"The seller said."

"The oil pump runs at 180 liters per minute."

"The tank originally contained B-91 aviation fuel."

"There is a maintenance card."

Su Qingyun extended her hand.

"Give me."

He read the telegram.

He picked up the pencil again.

I wrote a few words on the paper.

Tank number.

Engine number.

Oil pump model.

Filter cartridge specifications.

Last maintenance date.

Su Qingliang scratched his head in disbelief.

"Third Brother."

"Buy a car."

"How come it's more troublesome than buying a plane?"

Su Qingyun handed the paper to Xiao Zhou.

"Call back."

"These things."

"If one thing is missing, we won't discuss it."

"besides."

"Take clear photos."

"Don't bring that lousy oil can."

"You're trying to fool us."

Xiao Zhou nodded.

"I'll send it right away too."

Han Changsheng came in from outside.

He was clutching a flight log in his hand.

"The second test flight went smoothly."

"Old Zhao just landed."

Su Qingyun handed over the telegram.

"Team Leader Han".

"Is this car usable?"

Han Changsheng first checked the model number.

Then examine the contents of the jar.

He tapped the telegram twice with his finger.

"One An-2."

"It's about 1,200 liters when it's full."

"This train makes one trip."

"That's just enough for two."

Su Qingliang pursed his lips.

"Give both planes a gas pump."

"Is it still worth more than four thousand rubles?"

Han Changsheng placed the flight recorder on the table.

"You little brat."

"Just staring at the oil."

"I wasn't keeping track of the time."

He pulled out a chair.

I picked up a pencil and drew a few lines on the paper.

"Add oil using the hand pump."

"Open the container, ground it, filter it, and fill it up."

"Even at the fastest pace, it will still take more than twenty minutes."

"The bucket is almost empty."

"We need to change the buckets."

Su Qingliang nodded.

"Absolutely."

"Refueling on Unit 2 yesterday."

"I'll go keep an eye on the pocket watch too."

"A full twenty-seven minutes."

Han Changsheng pointed to the telegram.

"The gas truck has arrived."

"Eight or nine minutes."

"Enough to feed an airplane."

"The plane is lying on the ground for less than ten minutes."

"Fly a couple more times."

"It's over a thousand acres of land."

Su Qingliang blinked.

"That's how it works."

"This car was definitely worth buying."

Su Qingyun folded the telegram.

"It's not like buying it was a waste of money."

"We now have both planes."

"We can't keep sending oil into the sky in wooden buckets."

As they were talking.

The sound of a car could be heard outside the door.

Sun Wanfu, carrying a black leather bag, entered the office.

He glanced at the telegram as soon as he entered the room.

He then scanned the flight logs on the table.

"President Su."

"I heard you're also planning to buy a gas station truck?"

Su Qingyun poured him a glass of water.

"Section Chief Sun is quick with his information."

Sun Wanfu did not pick up the teacup.

He pulled a document out of his bag.

"Fuel transportation".

"It's not something anyone can just do whenever they want."

"Especially aviation fuel."

"More dangerous than regular gasoline."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingliang...

His face immediately fell.

"What's wrong?"

"We won't give you the plane."

"They won't even let you buy a gasoline-powered car?"

Sun Wanfu glared at him.

"Young man."

Don't try to be tough with me.

"I'm just following the rules."

He spread the documents out on the table.

"Dangering materials transportation"

"We need a dedicated vehicle."

"Special driver."

"Special route".

"Your farm."

"Do you have these?"

Su Qingliang opened his mouth.

He didn't say a word.

This time.

Sun Wanfu wasn't lying.

The oil depot has just been completed.

But the gasoline-powered car actually started driving.

There are still several procedures to go through.

Su Qingyun picked up the document.

Turn to the last page.

"Section Chief Sun."

"It's written here."

"Can't farms buy gas trucks?"

Sun Wanfu paused for a moment.

"That's not how it's written."

"Logically speaking..."

"It would be best if oil tankers were placed under the unified management of the oil company."

Su Qingyun raised her head.

"Unified management".

"Should we take them all at once?"

Sun Wanfu frowned.

"Don't put it so harshly."

"The car is parked at the oil company."

"We have a driver."

"There's a repairman."

"From now on, you will use oil."

"It's convenient too."

Su Qingyun put the document down.

Who will buy gasoline-powered cars?

Sun Wanfu remained silent.

Who buys imported oil?

Sun Wanfu remained silent.

Who will buy the plane?

Sun Wanfu picked up the teacup.

I took a sip.

"President Su."

"Stop focusing on your own family's problems."

"Regional agricultural production."

"This is not a matter for just one family or household."

Su Qingyun smiled.

"Okay."

"Eighty thousand rubles."

"Your oil company will cover it."

"The plane will fly there tomorrow."

Sun Wanfu's face.

They froze for a moment.

Su Qingliang sat down next to him.

I almost burst out laughing.

Sun Wanfu put down the teacup.

"The region has no foreign exchange."

"Then don't worry about it."

Su Qingyun spoke in a very flat tone.

"The car can be bought."

"Rules can be followed."

"But who wants to take advantage of the rules?"

"Move the car and the oil away."

"no."

Sun Wanfu tapped his fingers on the table.

"You're doing this."

"It has a negative impact."

Su Qingyun opened the drawer.

Take out that oil storage notice.

"Section Chief Sun."

"Fuel storage point".

"The fire protection stock has been approved."

"The railway freight station has been approved."

"The Agriculture Bureau has also approved it."

"Your oil company."

"I want to check the seal."

"check."

"I want to check the accounts."

"check."

"But who bought the oil?"

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

Sun Wanfu stared at the notification.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

At last.

He grabbed the black leather bag.

"The gas truck has arrived."

"Report to the oil company first."

"Inspection failed."

"Don't even think about using a single drop."

Su Qingliang spat towards the door.

"Pooh."

"He really thinks we can't do without him."

Su Qingyun did not respond.

He picked up the phone.

"Connect to the Fire Department of the Public Security Bureau."

"Find Section Chief Wang."

……

Section Chief Wang arrived in the afternoon.

He didn't go into the office.

Go directly to the oil storage point.

Then along the runway.

Measure the location where the temporary support vehicle is parked.

Su Qingyun held the blueprints.

Followed by.

"Section Chief Wang."

"The gas truck has arrived."

"Treat it as a temporary special vehicle."

"Is there anything else we need?"

Section Chief Wang squatted down.

He pinched the pebbles on the ground.

"We need to check the car first."

"Is the tank leaking?"

"Is there any sparking from the oil pump?"

"Do we have a grounding chain?"

He stood up.

He glanced again toward the runway.

"Where's the driver?"

Su Qingyun said.

"Military Reclamation Repair Company"

"There's an old Guo."

"I used to drive gasoline cars."

"Director Liang helped with the temporary transfer."

Section Chief Wang nodded.

"People need to show their credentials."

"You need to check the vehicle's inspection card."

"Where did you run off to?"

"Provide us with your route in advance."

Su Qingliang quickly asked.

"The paperwork is complete."

"Can it be used?"

Section Chief Wang glanced at him.

"able."

"As long as you don't do anything foolish."

"An oil truck is not an oxcart."

"Fall into the ditch."

"But no one will help you out."

Su Qingliang shrank his neck.

"I'll remember that too."

Section Chief Wang took out his notebook.

I quickly typed a few lines.

"The car has arrived."

"Notify me first."

"I'll bring people to test it."

"Don't even think about getting away with it."

Su Qingyun took the notebook.

"Follow the rules."

"No one can avoid trouble."

……

the next day.

Xu Chunyan holds a record of insect activity.

I entered the farm office.

She first put the notebook on the table.

Then he pulled out another map.

"Comrade Qingyun."

"Director Liang asked me to deliver it."

Su Qingyun unfolded the map.

Dongshan Brigade.

The Third Military Reclamation Farm.

May 1st Commune.

Three places.

She circled them all in red.

"Another bug found?"

Xu Chunyan nodded.

"Not the batch from yesterday."

"It's newly emerged from the meadow."

"Several places in the east."

"The insect population is growing very fast."

She tapped the North Ditch with a pencil.

"This is the most troublesome part."

"Insects are crawling into the beet field."

"Further north."

"It's just two soybeans."

Han Changsheng took the map.

I glanced at the distance.

"Two units."

"We have to fly separately."

Xu Chunyan pursed her lips.

"Director Liang has assigned tasks."

"It adds up to more than 11,000 mu."

"He said."

"Unit number two has arrived."

"Can it be suppressed in one day?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qingliang...

Their eyes lit up.

"The two planes flew together."

"Wouldn't that make the sky dark?"

Han Changsheng glared at him.

Stop talking nonsense.

"The oil supply is insufficient."

"Two lumps of iron."

"Still stuck in bed."

Su Qingyun put the map away.

"The oil trucks need to catch up."

"We can't catch up."

"This demolition will take two days."

Xu Chunyan looked at the oil inventory on the table.

I asked in a low voice.

"Imported oil."

"Is that enough?"

Su Qingyun turned to the last page.

"Flyable enough."

"We can't just waste our time on the ground."

Xu Chunyan nodded.

I didn't ask any more questions.

She picked up the notebook.

"I'm going back to the Agriculture Bureau."

"Have Director Liang prepare the task list first."

"Insects don't wait for anyone."

……

Fourth day.

Damian's second telegram has arrived.

Xiao Zhou is holding the photo.

It was placed on Su Qingyun's desk.

In black and white photographs.

A tanker truck was parked in front of the factory.

The can is printed with Russian text.

A thick oil pipe was trailing behind it.

Su Qingliang leaned over the table.

I stared at the photo for a long time.

"This thing."

"Why is it like pulling a water cart?"

Han Changsheng picked up the photo.

After identifying the oil pump interface.

He nodded.

"Two filters."

"The interface is also aviation-grade."

"It works."

Xiao Zhou pulled out the telegram.

Damian has lowered its price.

"Three thousand eight hundred rubles."

"However, no filter is included."

Su Qingyun picked up the pen.

A line of text was written on the back of the telegram.

"Three thousand."

"Bring two sets of spare filters."

"With grounding wire."

"With a 20-meter oil pipeline."

Xiao Zhou was stunned for a moment.

"This price."

"Would he agree?"

Su Qingyun handed the paper over.

He has a lot of stock sitting on his plate.

"He's the one who's in a hurry."

Two telegrams were exchanged.

Damian gritted his teeth.

Lower the price to 3,300 rubles.

Filter element, oil pipe, grounding wire.

Nothing was missing.

The payment terms remain the same.

Use half the toilet paper first.

The inspection was successful.

Then settle the rest.

Su Qingliang held the contract.

He grinned from ear to ear.

"Third Brother."

"That fat guy this time."

"You've taken another layer of skin from me."

Su Qingyun capped the pen.

Don't just look at the price.

"Car acquired."

"It can reduce the number of flight routes."

"We can wait for fewer people."

"That's when you make a profit."

……

Twelve days later.

Another flatbed truck arrived at the freight station.

The tarpaulin was lifted.

A green oil tanker truck was spotted.

Sun Wanfu was with two people.

They arrived even faster than the farm workers.

He stood next to the train car.

He raised his hand to stop them.

"Don't uninstall it yet."

Su Qingliang's face darkened.

"Section Chief Sun."

"What are you up to now?"

Sun Wanfu pointed to the oil tank.

"The measuring instrument has not been calibrated."

"The tank is imported."

"It has not been inspected and approved by the oil company."

"We cannot travel on the road."

Su Qingyun got out of the jeep.

He was carrying a canvas bag.

"Section Chief Sun."

"You need to check the car?"

Sun Wanfu nodded.

"That's the rule."

"OK."

Su Qingyun opened the canvas bag.

The documents were placed on the railcar.

Certificate for agricultural aviation equipment.

Preliminary review opinion from the fire protection department.

Temporary vehicle permit issued by the traffic supervision station.

Registration of oil storage points.

Sun Wanfu flipped to the last page.

His expression slowly changed.

On the temporary vehicle permit.

It's written very clearly.

Specialized for agricultural aviation operations at Beidahuang Farm.

Define the work area.

Limited oilseed varieties.

Drivers are limited.

Section Chief Wang's seal.

The seal of Deputy Director Liang.

They're all on top.

Sun Wanfu coughed.

"The paperwork is done."

"The car also needs to be inspected."

"certainly."

Su Qingyun raised her hand and beckoned.

"Old Gu."

Old Gu was carrying his toolbox.

Step onto the train car.

First, check the seal on the can.

He crawled under the car again.

I touched the oil pump interface.

Han Changsheng stood to the side.

Holding the inspection card.

Each item is correct.

"Engine number is correct."

"The oil pump number is correct."

"The filter model is correct."

"The tank maintenance records are also correct."

Sun Wanfu still wouldn't budge.

"We need to test the pump."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"try."

Two blue oil drums.

They were unloaded from the back of the farm jeep.

Old Gu connected the ground wire.

Then they inserted the oil pipe into the opening of the barrel.

Han Changsheng looked around.

"Please step back."

"Nobody should smoke."

Old Guo stood next to the oil truck.

First, step on the brake.

Then I pulled the handbrake.

Only then did he turn on the oil pump switch.

"Buzz—"

The oil pump started running.

The transparent oil flowed down the oil pipe.

Pour into the standard measuring container.

Sun Wanfu held the pocket watch.

They stared intently without blinking.

One hundred liters.

Two hundred liters.

The meter stopped.

The oil in the standard container.

Not a single bit less.

Old Gu dipped the filter paper in.

I also measured it with a hydrometer.

"Filtering is normal."

"The oil pump is working properly."

"The measurement method is also correct."

Sun Wanfu's lips twitched.

"Measuring meter".

"It will need to be sent for regional testing later."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"Give it if you should."

"Can we unload the truck today?"

Sun Wanfu looked at the stack of paperwork.

I couldn't find anything to say for a long time.

Finally, he waved his hand.

"Uninstall it."

Su Qingliang waved his hand.

"crane!"

"Unload our oil tanker!"

……

The oil tanker had just driven back onto the runway.

Deputy Director Liang's jeep then rushed in.

He jumped out of the car.

He was clutching the three-part form in his hand.

"Qingyun".

"You've come at the perfect time!"

"Over there in Beigou."

"The insect trails have connected!"

Su Qingyun accepted the task order.

It says so.

Dongshan Brigade has 4,200 mu of land.

The third military reclamation farm covers 5,700 mu.

The May 1st Commune replanted 1,400 mu.

Put them together.

11,300 mu.

Deputy Director Liang wiped his sweat.

"Xu Chunyan spent the whole morning investigating."

"The insects have already entered the ground."

"We won't suppress it tomorrow."

"They'll all suffer the consequences later."

Su Qingyun glanced at the task list.

Three units.

The stamps are all in place.

In the guarantee section.

Deputy Director Liang has already signed it.

"Team Leader Han".

"How many flights are available tomorrow morning?"

Han Changsheng picked up the map.

I glanced at it twice.

"The oil truck can follow you all the way to Beigou."

"Both of them took off together."

"Twenty trips are no problem."

Deputy Director Liang was taken aback.

"Twenty trips?"

"It used to be an airplane."

"At most ten or so trips a day."

Han Changsheng reached out and patted the oil tanker.

"Keep going."

"Carry it with buckets."

"Now."

"The oil follows the plane."

Su Qingyun put the task sheet away.

"Fill the tanker with gas tonight."

"Send the medicine to Beigou ahead of schedule."

"Runway test run again."

"Two planes tomorrow."

"They all started from three venues."

Deputy Director Liang nodded vigorously.

"I'll go and transfer people right away."

Sun Wanfu stood to the side.

He looked a little pale.

He stared at the oil truck for a long time.

Finally, it was mentioned.

"Fuel volume record".

"You need to remember this clearly."

Su Qingyun glanced at him.

That makes sense.

"Old Guo".

"Starting today."

"Every time the oil truck goes out..."

"Record the start and end dates."

"Count the number of oil barrels."

"Remember the aircraft number."

Old Guo patted the driver's seat.

"rest assured."

"One liter less."

"I'll go and swallow the ledger too."

……

the next day.

Beside the dirt track in Beigou.

The oil truck arrived first.

Lao Guo jumped out of the driver's seat.

First, pull out the grounding wire.

They then inserted wooden wedges under the wheels.

After the two An-2s landed.

Unit 1 is parked on the east side.

Unit 2 is parked on the west side.

They were separated by a great distance.

Han Changsheng raised his hand.

"Keep to the right if you're feeling sluggish."

"The one loading the explosives should be on the left."

"No one is allowed to wander off."

Old Gu connected the oil pipe.

The oil pump had just started.

The meter started spinning.

Su Qingliang clutched the pocket watch.

Stare intently at the minute hand.

"Eight and a half minutes!"

"Team Leader Han!"

"Only eight and a half minutes!"

Han Changsheng jumped out of the cockpit.

He wiped his forehead.

"Stop yelling."

"Look at Unit 2."

Old Zhao's side.

We've already filled up the tank.

The medicine solution is ready.

Buckle the flight cap.

Two airplanes.

Less than five minutes passed between them.

They sprinted back onto the track.

"Boom!"

The propeller churned up dust.

The first aircraft headed north.

Unit 2 followed closely to the east.

Xu Chunyan squatted on the ground.

Holding a sweeping net.

Watching the swarm of insects crawl forward.

When the first plane came crashing down.

She quickly backed away.

The medicinal mist spread across the meadow.

The swarm of insects had just crawled to the edge of the ditch.

They were caught red-handed.

The second plane bypassed the beet field.

Then press down on the other side.

10:00 AM.

The two planes made eight sorties.

I didn't return to the main track at noon.

The oil truck is in Beigou.

The medicine was also in Beigou.

The plane landed.

Come on.

Loading the explosives.

an examination.

A dozen minutes later.

It took off again.

Deputy Director Liang stood at the edge of the field.

I was rubbing my hands together in anticipation.

"This is not a gas truck."

"That's half an airplane!"

Su Qingyun looked up at the sky.

"We can't handle it."

"We can't do without it."

"Not even half of it can fly out."

As darkness fell.

The two An-2 helicopters landed back in Beigou.

Lao Guo turned off the oil pump.

He came over with the account book in his hand.

"President Su."

"Twenty-one sorties today."

"Three thousand seven hundred and forty liters of oil."

"Oil drum, meter reading."

"They all match."

Sun Wanfu took the account book.

Turning the pages one by one.

The flesh on the face.

I gently twitched it twice.

He was originally waiting to find a fault with him.

It can be found in the ledger.

Start and end numbers.

Aircraft number.

Flight count.

Signatory.

Not a single stroke was messed up.

Han Changsheng took off his flight cap.

He pointed towards the edge of the field.

"How's the insect situation?"

Xu Chunyan stood up from the edge of the ditch.

She brushed the dirt off her trouser legs.

"The hardest-hit area".

"Less than 10% are live insects."

"The beet field was saved."

Deputy Director Liang let out a long sigh of relief.

He reached out and patted the tanker truck.

"Qingyun".

"This car was a worthwhile purchase."

Sun Wanfu closed the ledger.

There was a moment of silence.

He then spoke in a low voice.

"Measuring meter".

"Send it for regional testing tomorrow."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"deliver."

Sun Wanfu glanced at the oil truck again.

Unified management was not mentioned again.

……

night.

Su Qingliang squatted in the office.

He was holding the abacus and clicking away.

"Third Brother."

"Nine more flights today."

"More than 5,000 mu were harvested."

"These three thousand three hundred rubles."

"It was definitely worth the money."

Su Qingyun flipped through the oil storage book.

"Gas trucks are just the beginning."

Su Qingliang raised his head.

"Anything else?"

Old Gu came in from outside.

He was holding a telegram.

"They came from the Provincial State Farms Aviation Team."

Su Qingyun took it.

I glanced at it twice.

His expression didn't change.

The telegram read.

Han Changsheng and Lao Zhao.

The loan period has only twenty days left.

After the expiration date.

I must return to the provincial team to report.

Su Qingliang's abacus beads.

It stopped abruptly.

"The person is gone."

"How will our two planes fly?"

Su Qingyun folded the telegram.

Put it in the drawer.

"Airplanes can be bought."

"Gasoline-powered cars are available for purchase."

"people."

"We can't keep borrowing."

He raised his head.

"Going to the provincial capital tomorrow."

"The racks of the air handling station should be replaced."

"It's officially set up."