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

The sign had only been up for half a day.

Zhao Dequan from the Labor and Wages Department went into the duty room next to the runway.

He had a stack of lists tucked under his arm.

Look at the wooden sign when you enter.

Then I looked at the two An-2 helicopters on the tarmac.

Finally, the list was placed on the table.

"Qingyun".

"The people at the workstation."

"The field management has to take charge."

Su Qingyun is recording the process of turning over the oil tanker.

He raised his hand and closed the ledger.

"Section Chief Zhao."

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Dequan pulled out a chair.

My bottom wasn't even settled yet.

They moved the list forward a bit.

"You've signed up for four apprenticeships."

"I saw it."

"Too little."

"The work station was just put up for business."

There has to be some semblance of appearance.

Su Qingyun didn't touch the list.

"Are there enough apprentices?"

"The provincial team has the final say."

Zhao Dequan frowned.

"People from the provincial team."

"Knows how to fly."

"But the farm's personnel."

"How can it not fall under the jurisdiction of the farm?"

Su Qingyun nodded.

"Return."

"But these four people."

"It's not being moved to a workstation."

"It was sent over for preliminary review."

"My salary is still with my original employer."

"You can't pass the test."

"Go back to your original workplace."

Zhao Dequan's fingers.

I tapped the list twice.

"That's even simpler."

"I'll go pick out a few for you too."

"Field headquarters".

"Repair Company".

"Tractor team."

"There are suitable ones available."

Su Qingyun picked up the list.

Flip through it from beginning to end.

There were eight people in total.

The one at the very top.

He Xiaojun.

It says on the back.

Junior high school graduation.

Recommended by the Labor and Wages Department.

Su Qingyun finished reading.

Put the list back on the table.

"Section Chief Zhao."

"These people."

"We can take the exam together."

Zhao Dequan was stunned for a moment.

What will be on the test?

"Workstation is hiring."

"It's not like taking a college entrance exam."

Su Qingyun raised her head.

"An airplane is not a tractor."

"Something went wrong in the sky."

"There's nowhere to pull over."

Zhao Dequan's face.

Some things are hard to hold onto.

He raised his finger and pointed to He Xiaojun's name.

"Xiao Jun."

"Quick-witted."

"They're quick too."

"Deploy them to the repair company."

"It's a bit of a waste."

Su Qing raised her teacup from the clouds.

I took a sip.

"Quick-handed and quick."

"We must follow the rules."

"otherwise."

"Get to the ditch quickly."

Zhao Dequan snorted.

"Qingyun".

"Don't make things too complicated."

"They were all children of the farm."

"Who wouldn't want to learn a skill?"

Su Qingyun put down the teacup.

"I want to learn."

"I won't stop you."

"I want to touch an airplane."

"Take the exam first."

……

10:00 AM.

The provincial team's trucks drove onto the runway.

The car door opened.

A pilot in his thirties jumped out.

Two maintenance personnel followed behind.

All three of them were carrying canvas bags.

The bag was stuffed with examination forms and tools.

Han Changsheng quickly went to meet him.

"Pilot Feng?"

The person in front nodded.

"Feng Zhiyuan."

"Provincial team stationed at the location".

He stretched out his hand.

I shook hands with Han Changsheng.

"Team Leader Han".

"From now on, we'll stir everything together in one pot."

Han Changsheng grinned.

"I'm going to Guoda too."

"I'm just worried you won't like the taste."

The next two are maintenance personnel.

One of them was named Ma Chenglin.

One of them was named Guo Yongshun.

The two did not go inside immediately.

Around Unit 1 and Unit 2.

It spun around twice.

Ma Chenglin squatted under the wing.

He reached out and touched the landing gear.

"What about the gas truck?"

Su Qingliang quickly pointed over.

"there."

"I just finished doing my accounting yesterday."

Guo Yongshun glanced at the oil tanker.

Then he focused on the grounding wire on the ground.

"good."

"It's not just for show."

Su Qingliang puffed out his chest.

"I'll check it every day too."

"One chain is missing."

They won't even let us combine the account books.

Feng Zhiyuan entered the duty room.

I could see the two lists on the table at a glance.

"Choosing apprentices?"

Su Qingyun nodded.

"The provincial team needs four."

"The farm submitted four applications."

"The Labor and Wages Department sent eight more."

Feng Zhiyuan took off his hat.

Place it on the side of the table.

"Come on, everyone."

"Not one less."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dequan...

His expression relaxed a bit.

"That's more like it."

"Let's all have a fair comparison."

Feng Zhiyuan looked up at him.

"but."

"Who's left?"

"Don't come to me asking on your behalf."

Zhao Dequan's lips twitched.

Logically speaking...

"He's just a kid."

"We have to give them a chance."

Feng Zhiyuan pulled out a chair.

Sat down.

"There is an opportunity."

"Not in the cockpit."

……

Before noon.

All twelve people have arrived.

Wei Dacheng sat on the far left.

He used to manage the farm's radio.

He doesn't talk much usually.

But he held the notebook very steadily.

Gao Jianjun sat next to him.

He drove a car before being discharged from the military.

There was an old scar on the back of his hand.

Li Chunlai and Tian Xiaoman.

One is in the repair team.

One of them learned the trade from a tractor driver.

The other eight.

There was an introduction from the field department.

Some repairmen even brought their own.

He Xiaojun sat in the middle.

His toes twitched.

But his eyes never left the plane outside the window.

Su Qingyun handed over a stack of papers.

Place it on the table.

Zhao Dequan peeked out.

His brows furrowed again.

"You're actually writing it?"

"What should I write?"

Su Qingyun drew the first card.

Place it in front of everyone.

"No textbooks will be tested."

"Test your ability to do chores."

Feng Zhiyuan picked up the chalk.

Two questions were written on the blackboard.

The first course.

An airplane landed.

There are 360 ​​liters of oil remaining.

The next flight will be increased to 1,200 liters.

How much should be added?

The second one.

1.5 kg of pesticide solution per acre.

One thousand acres of land.

The medicine dispensing cart carries a 300-kilogram barrel.

Prepare at least a few buckets.

He Xiaojun finished reading it.

He pursed his lips.

"Does this even need a test?"

"Take a look at the watch."

"That's settled then."

Old Gu came in through the door.

He was carrying a toolbox.

"This form is for you to review the accounts."

"It wasn't made to give you a brain."

He Xiaojun blushed.

I lowered my head and started writing.

Half an hour later.

Feng Zhiyuan collects the exam papers.

He didn't look at the name.

Let's look at the answer first.

Wei Dacheng is correct in both cases.

Gao Jianjun, second.

1,500 kilograms.

It was calculated to be 1,800.

There were two more lines drawn on the side.

Finally, it was changed back to five barrels.

Li Chunlai answered slowly.

But every step is written down.

Tian Xiaoman made a mistake in the first step, missing ten liters.

After the changes were made.

Make sure the mistakes are clearly marked.

On He Xiaojun's paper.

The first volume was written as 850 liters.

The second one.

I wrote four buckets.

Zhao Dequan leaned closer.

I saw my nephew's answer.

My face twitched.

"Xiao Jun."

"How did you calculate that?"

He Xiaojun scratched his head.

"Pretty much."

"A barrel of oil."

"Can it really be exactly the same, down to the last drop?"

Old Gu slammed the test paper on the table.

"Ten liters short."

"There are ten liters missing from the account."

"What will you use to make up for it?"

He Xiaojun stiffened his neck.

"Ten liters of oil."

"How much is it worth?"

Su Qingyun raised her hand.

I pointed out the window.

"Ten liters of oil isn't much."

"But ten liters today."

"Twenty liters tomorrow."

"After a month..."

"Even a gas-powered car can be wiped out by your calculations."

Zhao Dequan's face.

I have a slight fever.

But I was still not willing to give up.

"I'm bad at math."

"You can learn slowly."

"Aircraft maintenance, you know."

"It mainly depends on craftsmanship."

Su Qingyun didn't argue with him.

He nodded to Han Changsheng.

"Go to the oil depot."

"It depends on the craftsmanship."

……

At the entrance of the oil storage point.

Empty oil drums were placed there.

The oil tanker was also parked on the side.

None of the blue oil drums were opened.

Old Gu stood next to the oil truck.

He was clutching several wooden plaques in his hand.

Wheel wedge.

Fire extinguisher.

Grounding wire.

Seal document.

Connect the oil pipe.

Start the oil pump.

Record the number.

"Who will come?"

"Arrange them in order."

A group of people looked at each other.

No one was in a hurry to get started.

Gao Jianjun went over first.

Pick up the wheel wedge.

Put it at the very beginning.

Arrange them in order.

Wheel wedge.

Fire extinguisher.

Grounding wire.

Seal document.

Connect the oil pipe.

Start the oil pump.

Record the number.

Old Gu read it once.

It wasn't said to be good, nor was it said to be bad.

Then he looked at the other people.

Wei Dacheng stepped forward.

Record the number of entries.

It was moved to the front of the oil pump.

"First, remember the starting number."

"Start the pump again."

"After the fight."

"Only then can we calculate how much has been used."

Old Gu raised his head.

"Who taught you that?"

Wei Dacheng rubbed his hands together.

"On the radio."

"Before sending the message."

"Time it first."

"Time will be recorded after the message is sent."

"otherwise."

"It doesn't match up."

Old Gu nodded.

That's right.

He Xiaojun stood to the side.

I looked at it for a long time.

He suddenly chuckled.

"It's just pouring oil, isn't it?"

"I'll go and tell them too."

"You're making it look like a war."

He was speaking.

He reached out to touch the oil pump switch.

Old Gu's face darkened.

She grabbed his wrist.

"Who gave you permission to move?"

He Xiaojun winced in pain.

I'll give it a try.

"It wasn't actually opened."

Old Gu let go.

He pointed to the grounding wire on the ground.

"Not grounded."

"The area wasn't cleared."

"The fire extinguishers weren't even in place."

"What are you going to try?"

He Xiaojun rubbed his wrist.

He muttered to himself.

"A beat-up oil truck."

"They even treat it like an airplane."

Guo Yongshun stepped out from behind the oil truck.

He was holding an oil pipe in his hand.

"The oil in this car."

"It's for the plane to drink."

"It's not for your tractor."

"One less."

Something happened.

"Are you willing to take responsibility?"

He Xiaojun remained silent.

Zhao Dequan stood to the side.

His face looked even worse.

He wanted to say a few words.

Fire sandboxes are visible.

Then I saw a "No Fire" sign next to the oil tanker.

He opened his mouth.

It closed again.

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The No. 1 plane flew back from the May 1st Commune.

Old Zhao had just jumped out of the cockpit.

He shouted into the duty room.

"Old Gu!"

"Left spray bar."

"My stress level has dropped drastically!"

Old Gu picked up his toolbox.

I ran over quickly.

Han Changsheng followed behind.

"What just happened?"

Old Zhao pointed to the underside of the wing.

"The first two trips were alright."

"The third time."

"The medication mist on the left side is too thin."

"The instrument panel is also dropping."

Feng Zhiyuan stood aside.

I glanced at it twice.

"There's still work to be done in Beigou tomorrow."

"Can I get it done tonight?"

Old Gu didn't look up.

"Check first."

"Cannot be found."

"No one should fly."

Zhao Dequan stood not far away.

Upon hearing this...

I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

"Just one nozzle."

"Stop criticizing."

"What could possibly be delayed?"

Han Changsheng turned his head and glanced at him.

"Stop criticizing?"

"The medicine is not being injected evenly."

"Do you think insects will show you any mercy?"

Zhao Dequan remained silent.

Old Gu opened the filter in front of the medicine pump.

Shine a flashlight on it.

His brows furrowed.

"The rubber pad is flipped up."

"The filter is dirty too."

He pointed towards the crowd.

"Li Chunlai".

"Go to the aircraft parts container."

"Get the spare rubber rings for the spraying equipment."

"Oil-resistant."

"Don't try to fool me with ordinary rubber bands."

Li Chunlai responded.

He turned and ran.

Old Gu then looked at Tian Xiaoman.

"you."

"Bring the toolbox."

"Number 10 and number 12 wrenches."

"Get another clean cloth."

Tian Xiaoman squatted down and rummaged through the toolbox.

They searched for each item one by one.

He Xiaojun saw this scene.

They hurried over as well.

He picked up a large wrench from the ground.

It was handed to Old Gu.

"Will this work?"

Old Gu glanced at it.

Number fourteen.

"I want number ten."

He Xiaojun was somewhat embarrassed.

"They're about the same."

"Twist it as hard as you can."

Ma Chenglin stood to the side.

He said it coldly.

"You've screwed the nut down to its bare core."

"Disassemble the entire spray boom tomorrow."

"almost?"

He Xiaojun threw the wrench back into the box.

His face flushed red.

Not long after.

Li Chunlai was holding the aviation materials registration book.

He ran back with two paper bags in his hand.

"Old Gu."

There are three kinds in the cabinet.

"This is for spraying equipment."

"This is a car oil seal."

"I took two."

Old Gu opened the paper package.

I squeezed the rubber ring.

I looked at the label again.

"right."

"Do you know how you found it?"

Li Chunlai wiped his sweat.

"On the cabinet door."

"The serial number is illegible."

"I looked through the register."

"It says so on."

Old Gu nodded.

"remember."

"Maintenance personnel are not afraid of being slow."

"Afraid of going blind."

Tian Xiaoman's side.

I've already used size 10 and 12 wrenches.

Clean cloth and oil collection tray.

Arrange them neatly.

Not a single tool was added.

Not a single item was missing.

Gao Jianjun stood outside the wing.

They stopped several members of the commune who were watching the commotion.

"Step back."

"The front of the propeller."

"Nobody should crawl in."

Wei Dacheng was holding a notebook.

He stayed by Lao Zhao's side.

"Master Zhao."

"Downtime".

"Third sortie at 11:40."

"Work site".

"East Fifth Team of May 1st Commune".

"Is this how I remember it?"

Old Zhao glanced at it.

He nodded.

"remember."

"Please include the weather information as well."

"The wind is blowing from the southeast."

"Don't leak."

He Xiaojun stood at the back.

Hands in pockets.

His face turned pale and then flushed.

He originally thought...

Learning to fly means standing under the wing.

Hand me a wrench.

Apply some oil.

Who would have thought?

A rubber ring.

There are so many rules and regulations.

Old Gu changed the rubber pad.

Reinstall the filter.

Then he asked Lao Zhao to start the engine.

The spray pump starts turning.

The pressure gauge on the left side slowly rose.

Align it with the right side.

Han Changsheng stared at it for two minutes.

Only then did he raise his hand.

"OK."

"We can fly tomorrow."

Feng Zhiyuan walked over to Lao Gu's side.

He asked in a low voice.

"How about these?"

Old Gu wiped his hands with a cloth.

"It's something I can learn."

"Not the loudest one."

"It's the one with the steadyest hand."

……

evening.

The twelve people returned to the duty room.

Zhao Dequan sat at the door.

His complexion hadn't recovered.

He Xiaojun stood next to him.

His head was so low it almost touched his chest.

Feng Zhiyuan held the assessment form.

Read them one by one.

"Wei Dacheng."

"Radio, recording."

"qualified."

"Gao Jianjun."

"Vehicle and fuel supply guarantee."

"qualified."

"Li Chunlai".

"Aircraft materials and tools."

"qualified."

"Tian Xiaoman".

Ground support and spraying equipment.

"qualified."

Upon hearing this, Tian Xiaoman...

The hat in my hand.

I almost fell to the ground.

He quickly gripped it tightly.

I didn't dare to laugh.

Feng Zhiyuan turned another page.

"Others."

"We will not proceed to the station for now."

He Xiaojun suddenly raised his head.

"Why should I?"

"I didn't break the plane!"

Old Gu put down the evaluation form.

"You dare to tamper with the oil pump."

"Just this one."

"Enough for you to study for half a year."

He Xiaojun's face turned pale.

"I didn't open it!"

"You're about to open it."

"Today is not a test."

"It's a disciplinary action."

Zhao Dequan stood up.

Push the chair back.

"Qingyun".

"Xiao Jun is still young."

"Give me a spot."

"Why not just take your time bringing it?"

Su Qingyun looked at him.

"Section Chief Zhao."

"The work station is not a resettlement center."

"It's definitely not a daycare center."

Zhao Dequan's face darkened.

"You're not giving me any face."

Su Qingyun explained the work group's methods.

Spread it on the table.

Pointing to the last page.

"It was signed by Director Song."

"Signed with the provincial team."

"Safety is not up to standard."

No one can be left alive.

Zhao Dequan stared at the red stamps.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

Su Qingyun then looked at He Xiaojun.

"I want to learn."

"It's not like there's no way out."

"Go to the repair company first."

"Work for three months."

Will the tools be cleaned?

"Does the record keep records?"

"Can the rules be followed?"

"At that time."

"Take the exam with the next batch."

He Xiaojun gritted his teeth.

I didn't say yes.

I didn't dare to push it any further.

Zhao Dequan grabbed the list.

Tuck it under your armpit.

I walked to the door.

He glanced back at the oil tanker.

"OK."

"I'll go and keep an eye on things too."

"Your work station."

"What kind of success can they possibly achieve?"

Su Qingyun nodded.

"Watch."

"The ledger is here."

"The plane is here too."

"It can't be done well."

"I admit it myself."

Zhao Dequan snorted.

He pushed open the door and left.

……

After the person left.

Han Changsheng took out four cloth cards.

They placed the pieces on the table one by one.

Oilseed apprentice.

Aircraft materials apprentice.

Ground crew apprentice.

Communication records apprentice.

Wei Dacheng stared at the communication records.

My fingers feel a little tight.

"Team Leader Han".

"I'll go too later."

"Could we learn how to report the weather?"

Han Changsheng glanced at him.

"able."

"First, give a clear report about the ground situation."

"Things in the heavens."

Take your time.

Gao Jianjun picked up the sign for oil apprentice.

I watched it twice, turning it over and over again.

"I've driven a car too."

"Can I go and drive the gas-powered car too?"

Old Guo poked his head in from the doorway.

"Think positively?"

"Learn to reverse with me first."

"Behind the oil tank."

"They don't have eyes."

Gao Jianjun grinned.

"become."

"I'm not afraid of getting scolded."

Old Gu handed over a stack of medical reports.

It was stuffed into the hands of four people.

"Starting tomorrow."

"Each person should copy it ten times."

"Copying doesn't count."

"Memorize it."

Tian Xiaoman looked at the densely packed words.

His face immediately fell.

"Old Gu."

"I'm also slow at writing."

Old Gu glared at him.

"Write more if you're slow."

"The plane doesn't recognize your speed."

"Whether you remember or not."

Su Qingliang stood to the side.

He was so happy he kept rubbing his hands together.

"That's good now."

"Our work station."

"They really have their own people now."

Su Qingyun did not respond.

He took it from the drawer.

Take out a map of the Great Northern Wilderness.

It was spread out on the table.

On the map.

Beigou.

Dongshan.

The Third Military Reclamation Farm.

May 1st Commune.

They are all marked with red circles.

The insect infestation site was delivered by Xu Chunyan in the afternoon.

It's all on top.

"Team Leader Han".

"Starting tomorrow."

"Let Wei Dacheng and Xu Chunyan go together."

"Check the insect situation."

"Temporary runway"

"Water source".

"Medication point".

"Take full marks."

Han Changsheng glanced at it.

"Why are you doing this?"

Su Qingyun picked up a pencil.

Between Beigou and Dongshan.

Draw a line.

"The insects aren't something you see until you actually see them."

"It just flew into the ground."

"Next spring."

"Which place will sprout first?"

"The plane follows the map."

Wei Dacheng leaned closer.

Look at that line.

"Is this a flight path map?"

Su Qingyun shook her head.

"no."

"This is the rule diagram."

He put the pencil down.

"Who wants to use an airplane?"

"Take care of your own land first."

"Draw it clearly."