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

the next day.

Su Qingyun spread the canvas bag out on the table.

A contract for two aircraft.

Acceptance form.

Approval for oil storage.

Work logbook.

There was also a stack of advance payment receipts.

Su Qingliang stood to the side.

Watch him pack them in one by one.

"Third Brother."

"Should I go too?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go support you too."

Su Qingyun looked up at him.

"The provincial capital is not a place for fighting."

"Keep it."

"Fuel inventory for Unit 2."

"Starting today, I will keep a separate record."

Su Qingliang pursed his lips.

"I'm not going either."

"They're going to get rid of Han and his team."

"We have two planes."

"It's really hot on the track."

Su Qingyun fastened the canvas bag.

That's why I went.

"This time it's not about borrowing people."

"It's about establishing the rules."

Outside.

Han Changsheng was already waiting.

He was holding the provincial team's telegram between his fingers.

He saw Su Qingyun come out.

He handed over the telegram.

"I urged them again."

"Me and Lao Zhao."

"Return to the team in twenty days."

"Old Gu was even earlier."

"Ten days."

Su Qingyun finished reading.

Fold the telegram up.

"Walk."

Han Changsheng was stunned for a moment.

"Should I go too?"

"go."

Su Qingyun said.

"They're trying to pressure me with their words about flying."

"I don't understand."

"You understand."

……

noon.

In the courtyard of the Provincial State Farm Aviation Team.

The two old Y-5 transport aircraft were covered with tarpaulins, and there were oil collection trays under the noses of the aircraft.

in the office.

A man in his forties.

He was looking down at the materials.

on the table.

There was a stack of documents belonging to Su Qingyun.

He heard footsteps.

Raise your head.

Let's look at Su Qingyun first.

Then look at Han Changsheng.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"I am."

Su Qingyun pulled out a chair.

Sat down.

The man nodded.

My surname is Qiu.

"Air Force Captain".

"I've heard about your Great Northern Wilderness."

"They got two An-2s?"

"Um."

Captain Qiu picked up the aircraft contract.

Turn to the last page.

"Fifty thousand rubles."

"Fifty-eight thousand rubles."

"You've got some nerve."

Su Qingyun did not respond to this.

"Captain Qiu."

"Team Han and Lao Zhao."

"We can't go back on the original date."

in the office.

It fell silent immediately.

Section Chief Feng was sitting next to me.

The pen in my hand stopped moving.

He adjusted his glasses.

"Comrade Su."

"The secondment is coming to an end."

"The person is back."

"Isn't this just common sense?"

"Yes."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"Can I borrow it for a day?"

"Give me one more day."

"Borrow for six months."

"Six more months."

"But both planes are in the Great Northern Wilderness."

"One cannot always rely on borrowing."

Section Chief Feng frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Su Qingyun pushed the homework registration book over.

"Change to temporary transfer."

"Set up a branch office."

Captain Qiu looked up.

"A military outpost?"

"He's still from the provincial team."

Su Qingyun said.

"salary."

"Relationship".

"Flight technology"

"Security check."

"All will go to the provincial team."

"We won't touch the Great Northern Wilderness."

"The farm only produces airplanes."

"Oily."

"Get off the runway."

"Provide guarantees."

"The regional agricultural bureau assigns tasks."

"Operating expenses should be accounted for separately."

Section Chief Feng leaned back in his chair.

"That's easy for you to say."

"Stationed there for a year."

"Isn't the same as when someone is transferred?"

Su Qingyun looked at him.

"no the same."

"Transfer him."

"People follow the farms."

"Station."

"He's still with the provincial team."

"Provincial teams have the authority to ensure flight safety."

"The farm has no right to interfere."

"But the provincial team can't just make a phone call today."

"An announcement will be made tomorrow."

"Remove everyone back."

Section Chief Feng's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Your farm."

"You still want to control how the provincial team uses its personnel?"

"That's none of my business."

Su Qingyun said.

"I only manage two planes."

"Who paid for it?"

"Whoever is responsible for making it fly is responsible for it."

Captain Qiu remained silent.

He picked up the homework logbook.

Turning the pages one by one.

The day we turned over to Beigou.

The finger stopped.

"Twenty-one sorties?"

"Um."

"Two units."

"The gas trucks followed."

"The plane is not returning to the main runway."

"We'll refuel and load the medicine in Beigou."

Captain Qiu looked up at Han Changsheng.

"Did they really fly twenty-one times?"

Han Changsheng nodded.

"It flew away."

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

"The ledgers are on the farm."

"A signature was obtained for every trip."

Captain Qiu looked down again.

"11,300 mu."

"A belt of insects in the North Ditch."

"Was it suppressed that day?"

"It's under control."

Han Changsheng said.

"Less than 10% are live insects."

"The beets didn't suffer a major disaster."

Section Chief Feng's lips twitched.

"Watch the bugs."

"What does that prove?"

"The bugs are gone."

What's the plane doing?

Su Qingyun took it out of the canvas bag.

Then he took out another map.

It was spread out on the table.

On the map.

Red circles next to red circles.

Dongshan Brigade.

The Third Military Reclamation Farm.

Victory Farm.

May 1st Commune.

There are still a few that haven't been marked.

"This is not the first time an insect has been caught."

Su Qingyun tapped it with a pencil.

"Those currently in line."

"There are still more than 30,000 mu."

"Next spring."

"Forest belts prevent insect infestation."

"Pest control in grasslands."

"Inspecting the beet fields."

"The insect infestation has just begun."

"Airplanes can run faster than people."

Section Chief Feng snorted.

"The busy farming season only lasts for two months."

"The remaining days."

"Supporting a bunch of people?"

Su Qingyun raised her eyes.

"Airplanes don't fly in winter."

"The engine doesn't need repair?"

"Does the spray bar need to be removed?"

"Does the oil pump not need maintenance?"

"Don't we need to inventory the aircraft parts?"

"The mechanics sit on the heated brick bed."

"Will the plane be able to fly on its own next spring?"

Captain Qiu's hand.

Stopped on the ledger.

That's what I meant.

He couldn't refute it.

These are the old Y-5 transport aircraft in the air force.

When winter comes.

The maintenance crew is busier than in the summer.

Section Chief Feng wanted to say something else.

Captain Qiu waved his hand.

"Let's hear what he has to say first."

Su Qingyun flattened the map.

"Two An-2 helicopters."

"According to the rules."

"At least three pilots are needed."

"There need to be three maintenance personnel."

"Now."

"Team Leader Han".

"Old Zhao."

"Old Gu."

"They're all in the Great Northern Wilderness."

"The provincial team will send another pilot."

"Send two more maintenance personnel."

"The farm produced four apprentices."

Section Chief Feng sat up straight immediately.

"Do you need more people?"

"It's not free."

Su Qingyun said.

"The farm provides dormitories for the stationed personnel."

"Have a meal."

"Homework allowance".

"Follow the provincial team's standards for overseas deployment."

"Maintenance hangar".

"Duty room."

"Oil spot".

"Build a farm."

"Homework income"

"The airline team should get a share."

Not a penny less.

Section Chief Feng gave a cold laugh.

"You've got a pretty good head on your sleeve."

"Here you go."

"You're supposed to manage your own money?"

"Of course, you have to manage the accounts yourself."

Su Qingyun said.

"The oil was bought from the farm."

"The plane was bought from the farm."

Who signs off on the homework fee?

"Just put it in the account."

"It's what the provincial team deserves."

"Take it according to the rules."

"Don't even think about it."

"Take the ledgers away."

Captain Qiu picked up the teacup.

I took a sip.

"Over there."

"Can you really afford to raise them?"

Su Qingyun did not speak immediately.

He came from the very bottom of the canvas bag.

He took out a stack of forms.

"Victory Farm".

"Advance payment for the assignment"

"May 1st Commune".

"Prepayment"

"The Third Military Reclamation Farm".

"Timber and labor."

"Put it into the insurance account."

"And these are the rest."

"They've all signed agreements for priority operations next year."

Captain Qiu took it.

Look at them one by one.

It has an official seal on it.

It has a signature.

There are also handprints.

This is not just empty talk.

Section Chief Feng reached out and took one.

I saw the words "prepayment".

His expression darkened further.

"You're using airplanes to make a living."

Su Qingyun glanced at him.

"The plane is out of fuel."

"Fly what?"

"The engine is broken."

"Who will fix it?"

"Maintenance personnel do not receive subsidies."

"Should we leave them to starve?"

"Disaster relief can be urgent."

"The accounts must not be falsified."

"Who talks about style?"

"Who will pay for their own gas?"

Han Changsheng sat next to him.

I couldn't resist.

He coughed.

Captain Qiu glanced at him.

What are you laughing at?

Han Changsheng quickly waved his hand.

"It's nothing."

"That's true."

"That sounds familiar."

Section Chief Feng's face.

It's gotten even darker.

"Captain Qiu."

"This door must not be opened."

"We're setting up a base in Beidahuang today."

"We'll be stationed at Hongqi Farm tomorrow."

"Everyone will be asking for a pilot the day after tomorrow."

What's left in the air force?

Su Qingyun took the map back.

"so."

"It's not a place where just anyone can set up camp."

"We need to have airplanes first."

"There is oil."

"There is a qualified running track."

"There is a guarantee."

"There was an advance payment."

"There is a three-part form."

"One thing is missing."

"No discussion."

"This is called setting rules."

"It's not an opening."

Section Chief Feng opened his mouth.

There was a moment's silence.

Captain Qiu was holding the account book.

We turned to the page about oilseeds.

"Twenty tons of imported oil."

"Did you buy these yourselves too?"

"Um."

"What about the gas truck?"

"Too."

Captain Qiu put down the ledger.

"Your farm."

"They're quite wealthy."

Su Qingyun shook her head.

"Not wealthy."

"That's why not a single drop of oil should be wasted."

"People are the same."

"The person who was borrowed."

"I'm here today."

"Leaving tomorrow."

"The workstation will never be set up."

Captain Qiu remained silent for a while.

He raised his hand and tapped the table.

"pilot."

"Not a tractor driver."

"You want to train them yourself?"

"think."

Su Qingyun opened the canvas bag.

Then he produced four more resumes.

"These four people."

"Two high school graduates."

"One who served as a truck driver."

"One of the on-site personnel is in charge of radio."

"They've all undergone initial screening."

"I don't have any major health problems."

"Formal physical examination."

"Follow the provincial team rules."

Section Chief Feng picked up the resume.

I glanced at it twice.

"Young people on the farm."

"Want to learn to fly?"

"Learn aircraft maintenance first."

Su Qingyun said.

"An airplane is not a bicycle."

"No one is allowed to touch the control lever."

"Old Gu will lead the way."

"Learn about oilseeds first."

"Study the examination report."

"Study aviation materials."

"Learn ground support."

"Who can't get through this?"

"Replace the person immediately."

"pilot."

"Wait for the provincial team's assessment."

"You should go to flight school."

"Go to flight school."

"Before I got the certificate."

"Not a single step into the cockpit."

Captain Qiu looked at Han Changsheng.

What's your opinion?

Han Changsheng put his hat on his knees.

I thought about it for a while.

"Over there in the Great Northern Wilderness."

"The conditions are a bit lacking."

"A runway is available."

"Oil."

"Support vehicle."

"They're all up now."

"Two temporary locations."

"It can also land."

"If our people were stationed here permanently."

"Work efficiency".

"It's much better than bringing your car back and forth from the provincial capital."

He paused for a moment.

He added.

"I'm willing to stay."

Section Chief Feng's expression changed.

"Han Changsheng."

"You're from the provincial team."

"It's not from the Great Northern Wilderness."

Han Changsheng raised his head.

"I know."

"That's why I said 'stationed'."

"It's not a transfer."

"The team is going to investigate."

"Check anytime."

"Safety standards".

"Not one can be left behind."

Captain Qiu didn't say anything more.

He picked up the stack of documents.

He stood up.

"You wait."

……

More than half an hour later.

The door opened again.

Captain Qiu walked in front.

A man in his fifties followed behind.

The man had a cigarette between his fingers.

No order.

Look at the map first when you enter.

Then I checked the homework records.

"You're Su Qingyun?"

"Yes."

My surname is Song.

Production Division of the Provincial State Farms Bureau.

Director Song sat down.

A document was pushed in front of Su Qingyun.

"Captain Qiu said."

"You want to set up a field operation team."

Logically speaking...

"This is no small matter."

"The plane belongs to the farm."

"He's from the provincial team."

"The tasks are assigned by region."

"It might not work."

"Three ledgers."

"Complete chaos."

Su Qingyun nodded.

That's why it needs to be written clearly.

Director Song looked at him.

"you say."

"First."

"The aircraft is owned by Beidahuang Farm."

"No one can take it away."

"second."

"Pilots and maintenance personnel."

"Personnel matters are handled by the provincial team."

Flight safety.

"The provincial team has the final say."

"third."

"Regional Agriculture Bureau"

"Just manage the task assignments."

Who uses the machine?

"Who signed the task order?"

Who signs the homework sheet?

Who signed the settlement statement?

"fourth."

"Urgent mission."

"The Agriculture Bureau can provide a guarantee."

"A written agreement can be kept."

"It can't be done with just a phone call."

"fifth."

"Stationary personnel".

One batch per year.

"Provincial teams can rotate players."

"We can't just take all the people away at once."

"I've really run into an urgent job that needs to be done across different regions."

"The provincial bureau issues a dispatch order."

"The expenses will still be recorded in the user's account."

After listening, Director Song finished speaking.

My fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"The provincial team will send someone."

"Does your farm have any responsibilities?"

"Not involved in personnel matters."

"Just focus on providing protection."

"meal."

"dormitory."

"Homework allowance".

"Give it to me according to the rules."

"Who flew past the time limit?"

"Team Han said stop."

"No one can force takeoff."

Director Song turned to look at Han Changsheng.

"You dare stop?"

Han Changsheng stood up.

"dare."

"The plane crashed."

"No one can escape."

Director Song nodded.

Then he looked at Section Chief Feng.

"What else do you have to say?"

Section Chief Feng hesitated for a long time.

"Director Song."

"This is tantamount to giving it to the Great Northern Wilderness."

"They set up a separate air force."

Director Song placed the cigarette box on the table.

"Who gave him the air force?"

"Personnel relations."

"Technical relationship."

"They're all in the provincial team."

"They have two airplanes."

"It contains oil."

"There is a runway."

"There is a homework log."

"What grounds do you have for objecting?"

Section Chief Feng remained silent.

Director Song continued.

"Don't just focus on other people's planes."

"Those Y-5 transport aircraft from the provincial fleet."

"One is repaired, and another breaks down."

"Beidahuang has really got the work stations running smoothly."

"The provincial team is also less of a worry."

He turned to look at Captain Qiu.

"Let's try it out for a year first."

"Han Changsheng."

"Old Zhao."

"Old Gu."

"Stay in the Great Northern Wilderness."

"Send another pilot."

"Two maintenance personnel."

"Those four apprentices on the farm."

"Submitted to the aviation team for preliminary review."

"It's something I can learn."

"bring."

"Unqualified".

"Leave no one alive."

Captain Qiu nodded.

"OK."

Director Song picked up his pen.

"Don't call it too grand."

"Hang up first."

"Hebei Great Wilderness Station Operations Team of the Provincial State Farms Aviation Team".

"Working outside the office."

"It can be called an agricultural aviation operation station."

Su Qingyun said.

"OK."

Director Song added another sentence.

"besides."

"Maintenance hangar".

"Duty room."

"We need to get this done quickly."

"Gas truck".

"Check once a month."

"Who dares to skimp on safety?"

"I'll evacuate first."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"Safety is the key point."

"Write it into the rules."

"No one can change it."

Director Song handed over the pen.

"Then sign it."

……

Day three.

Su Qingyun returned to the farm.

Su Qingliang was squatting by the track.

He held a ruler and measured a wooden plaque.

They saw the jeep coming in.

He jumped to his feet.

"Third Brother!"

"How is it?"

Su Qingyun took it out of the canvas bag.

Take out that trial implementation plan.

handed over.

Su Qingliang flipped to the last page.

I saw the red seal of the Provincial State Farms Bureau.

My eyes lit up immediately.

"Did it work?"

"It's done."

"Are the Korean team not leaving?"

"He's still from the provincial team."

Su Qingyun said.

"On-site work teams are available."

"It landed here with us."

Han Changsheng got out of the car.

I took the document and read it through.

At last.

He put the flight cap on his head.

"President Su."

"Where should we put the sign?"

Su Qingyun pointed towards the edge of the track.

"The oil depot is to the east."

"Next to the duty room."

Su Qingliang picked up the wooden sign.

He grinned from ear to ear.

"I'll go hang up here too!"

"What should I write?"

Su Qingyun said.

"Beidahuang Farm Agricultural Aviation Operation Station".

Han Changsheng looked at those words.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

At last.

He reached out and patted the fuselage of Unit 2.

"This time."

"It's not about flying anymore."

Su Qingyun put the documents into her canvas bag.

"People will change."

"Airplanes get old."

"A runway is available."

"Account book".

"rule."

"We have to stay."

"Now that's what standing is all about."