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

The follow-up examination report from Xinglong.

It was just tucked into the metal cabinet.

Wei Dacheng then showed the first three pictures.

They were spread out on the table one by one.

The top right corner of each image.

Each one had a line of small print written on it.

Southeast wind.

Levels 2 and 3.

Su Qingyun picked up the one from Beigou.

I watched for a while.

Who wrote it?

Wei Dacheng quickly said.

"I'll go ask Captain Han too."

"Team Han said Southeast."

"I'll go too, I'll make a note of it."

Su Qingyun asked again.

"What time is it?"

Wei Dacheng was stunned.

"I didn't remember."

How strong is the wind?

"Team Han said."

"Not big."

Su Qingyun took three pictures.

Arranged in a row.

"The land has four boundaries."

"It has an area."

"There's a ditch."

"There are power lines."

"There must be wind too."

Wei Dacheng scratched his head.

"How else can there be wind?"

Su Qingyun pointed out the window.

The south wind blew the white cloth arrows along the runway eastward, then turned back northward.

"Who watched it?"

"What time did you watch it?"

"Where to blow from?"

"How big should it be?"

"You have to remember them all."

Su Qingliang was squatting at the door.

He was holding a paintbrush for painting signs.

He looked up and said.

"Third Brother."

"Plant red flags along the runway."

"Didn't you see that?"

Su Qingyun shook her head.

"The red flag is for people to see."

"wind."

"It's for airplanes to eat."

Old Gu came out of the maintenance hangar.

He was carrying a tin box.

He put the box on the table.

The lid was opened.

There was a small anemometer lying inside.

Three wind cups.

There was also an old compass next to it.

"The provincial team's trump card."

Old Gu said.

A few years ago.

"Just use it to fill out the monthly report."

Su Qingliang leaned closer.

He reached out and wanted to touch it.

Old Gu slapped it.

Slap it on the back of his hand.

"You brat."

"This is an anemometer."

"It's not a spinning top."

Su Qingliang grinned.

"I'll go check it out too."

Old Gu handed the anemometer to Wei Dacheng.

"Will you be able to watch it?"

Wei Dacheng took it.

I carefully turned it twice.

"On the radio."

"I've been there too."

"Going round and round."

"Look at the watch face."

Old Gu nodded.

"Starting today."

"That's none of your business."

Su Qingyun opened the drawer.

Take out a blank hardcover notebook.

On the cover.

I wrote a few words.

Beidahuang Agricultural Aviation Operation Station.

Ground weather observation log.

Su Qingliang peeked out.

His lips twitched.

"You're working on the ledgers again?"

"Our work station."

"Why do I have to remember everything?"

Su Qingyun pushed the notebook over.

"Not recorded."

"Who'll ask next year?"

Why didn't it fly that day?

"What are you going to say?"

Su Qingliang shrank his neck.

"I'll go and find out too."

"Anyway, it's not about saying it."

As they were talking.

A Jeep.

It stopped at the entrance of the duty room.

The car door opened.

Luo Jinfa was carrying a folder.

He strode in.

He looked at the metal cabinet first when he entered the room.

Then look at the three pictures on the table.

Finally, I put the folder down.

"President Su."

"This time."

"I'm going too, I didn't come empty-handed."

Su Qingyun raised her head.

"Station Chief Luo."

"What kind of work?"

Luo Jinfa handed over the materials.

Lay them out one by one.

Insect situation report.

Task sheet.

Site map.

Pre-order form for medicine.

Fuel guarantee certificate.

It was covered in stamps.

"Forward Commune"

"Nangang Brigade".

"Soybean fields."

"Three thousand nine hundred and twenty mu."

"Meadow borer."

"Ten networks and twenty-eight articles."

Luo Jinfa raised his hand.

I took a picture of it on the map.

"Insect situation".

"Task."

"Land parcel".

"medicine."

"Oil."

"Nothing is missing."

"This afternoon."

"Two planes passed by."

"Suppress the insect's mouth."

Su Qingyun remained silent.

He flipped the map over.

I read it once.

The plot of land was drawn in great detail.

沟。

Forest belt.

Beet seed saving area.

Beekeeping site.

Temporary runway.

Nothing is missing.

He looked up and glanced at Luo Jinfa.

"This time."

"I understand."

Luo Jinfa's expression relaxed a bit.

"That's not good at all."

"Last time, Director Liang gave me a lecture."

"I'm going back too."

"A special meeting was held."

"Whoever dares to spout off about area again."

"I'll go and deal with someone first."

Su Qingyun flattened the material.

The finger stopped in the blank space.

Where's the wind?

Luo Jinfa was taken aback.

What's the wind?

Su Qingyun pointed to the upper right corner of the map.

"Takeoff wind".

"Landing wind".

"Homework Style"

Luo Jinfa's face.

It sank down immediately.

"Su Qingyun".

"They made us draw on the ground yesterday."

"We need to measure the wind again today."

"tomorrow."

"Do you want me to go and poke a hole in the sky too?"

Su Qingliang sat down next to him.

want to laugh.

He quickly lowered his head again.

Su Qingyun did not respond.

"Regional weather".

"Do you have it?"

Luo Jinfa took it out of his pocket.

Take out a phone record.

Five o'clock in the morning.

"Weather forecast."

"Southerly winds."

"Level three to four."

Partly cloudy.

"Isn't that enough?"

Su Qingyun finished reading.

Put it back on the table.

"This is the sky of the region."

"Nangang field".

Who's watching?

Luo Jinfa slammed his hand on the table.

"A weather station can grow out of nowhere?"

Han Changsheng came in through the door.

The flight cap was tucked under his arm.

He picked up the phone to take a note.

I glanced at it.

"The running track in Nangang."

East-west direction.

"Southerly wind, force 3-4."

"If you just brag honestly."

"It can still fly."

"If you cut it horizontally."

"Where am I going too?"

Luo Jinfa frowned.

"Can the wind cut horizontally?"

Han Changsheng glanced at him.

Have you ever flown on an airplane?

Luo Jinfa remained silent.

Han Changsheng put his hat face down on the table.

"I've never ridden in one."

"Don't try to teach me how to land here."

Luo Jinfa's face turned dark.

But the insect situation report is still on the table.

He couldn't lash out.

after awhile.

He said, suppressing his anger.

"What should we do then?"

Su Qingyun picked up the canvas bag.

"People go first."

"The plane is not moving."

Luo Jinfa's eyes widened.

"Not flying again?"

"The bugs won't wait for you."

Su Qingyun looked at him.

That's why I went to see the wind.

"The wind is calm."

"Flying today."

"The wind is unstable."

"It won't fly no matter who urges it."

……

Two jeeps.

An oil tanker.

A truck carrying liquid medicine followed behind.

Drive directly to the Nangang Brigade.

Wei Dacheng was holding an anemometer.

I didn't dare let go the whole way.

In Tian Xiaoman's arms.

Three newly sewn wind bags were sandwiched between them.

White cloth base.

Red cloth trim.

Su Qingliang stared at it for a long time.

"This thing."

"Why does it look like a cloth bag without an opening?"

Tian Xiaoman hugged her tighter.

"Team Han said."

"Where does the wind come from?"

"It just drifts wherever it wants."

Su Qingliang pursed his lips.

"I thought I'd go too."

"It can hold wind."

Old Gu sat in the back.

Upon hearing this...

He gave a cold snort.

"It can hold [the contents]."

"I'll go and put you in first."

……

Nangang Brigade's field.

Brigade Party Secretary Ma Hongshan.

They had been waiting with their men for a long time.

He was holding a map.

The corners of the picture were all crumpled.

I saw Luo Jinfa get off the bus.

Ma Hongshan quickly came to greet him.

"Station Chief Luo."

"Where's the plane?"

Luo Jinfa pointed behind his head.

"Ask President Su."

Ma Hongshan was taken aback.

I saw Su Qingyun.

His face first broke into a smile.

Then I felt a little uneasy.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"I'm going to Ma Hongshan too."

"Nangang Brigade."

"The insects are in the ground."

"The medicine has been prepared."

"Why hasn't the plane arrived?"

Su Qingyun took the map.

I read it once.

"Nice picture."

Ma Hongshan's face showed a hint of smugness.

"I also spent half the night drawing."

"ditch."

"Forest belt".

"beehive."

"I wrote them all for you."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"The insect situation is also correct."

Xu Chunyan has already entered the bean field.

A sweeping motion across the net.

Another swing.

When she came back.

There were several live worms in the glass bottle.

"Heavy insect zone".

"No false reporting."

Ma Hongshan quickly said.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Let's take off!"

Su Qingyun looked at Wei Dacheng.

"First, set up the wind bag."

Tian Xiaoman was holding a wooden pole.

They ran to the edge of the temporary running track.

Just as I was about to plant it in the ground.

Old Gu called out from behind.

"You brat!"

"Get away from the runway!"

Tian Xiaoman shuddered in fright.

Move to the side quickly.

"I'll forget about it too."

Old Gu walked over.

He pointed to the west end of the runway.

"Put it there."

"The plane is visible."

"The car couldn't even hit it."

Tian Xiaoman nodded.

He picked up a shovel.

I dug a hole.

Bury the wooden stakes inside.

White and red wind bag.

It slowly swelled up.

Wei Dacheng stood to the side.

I looked at the compass.

He looked down at his watch again.

"Twelve past ten."

"South wind, level 2."

Su Qingyun said.

"remember."

Wei Dacheng quickly put pen to paper.

Ma Hongshan stood to the side.

I'm getting a little impatient.

"Level 2 wind".

"Isn't this great?"

Han Changsheng did not respond.

He walked along the runway.

We walked east for a while.

It stopped again at the edge of the forest belt.

After a few minutes.

Wei Dacheng suddenly looked up.

"Team Leader Han!"

"The wind has changed!"

The wind bag first veered northward.

Then it suddenly attacked westward.

Wei Dacheng quickly turned the compass.

"12:16".

"Southeast wind, force 4!"

Ma Hongshan frowned.

"It's just a bit bigger?"

"The airplane is so big."

"Are you afraid of this little breeze?"

Han Changsheng walked back from the east end of the runway.

The soles of the shoes were covered in black mud.

He pointed to the wind bag.

Is the wind strong?

"I'm not afraid to go either."

"I'm afraid it might turn south in a bit."

"East in a little while."

"Let's fly east."

"A crosswind upon landing."

"You dare sit here?"

Ma Hongshan's lips twitched.

"Why would I sit on that thing?"

Han Changsheng nodded.

"You're not sitting."

"I can't sit either if I go."

Luo Jinfa was getting a little impatient.

He raised his wrist to check his watch.

"Team Leader Han".

"Let's fly one first."

"Fly it around empty."

"Won't we find out soon enough?"

Han Changsheng stared at him.

"Flying empty."

"It has to come down."

"Take the official document."

"Want to go for a drive too?"

Luo Jinfa's face stiffened.

"You..."

"Why does every single sentence contradict me?"

Han Changsheng tucked his flight cap back under his arm.

"Because there's no place to make noise in the sky."

Something happened.

"One sentence is worth one sentence."

"None of them work."

Su Qingyun remained silent.

He walked to the edge of the track.

Grab a handful of dried grass.

It was lifted upwards.

The grass tips had just drifted northwards.

Then a crosswind blew in.

It got caught in the forest belt.

Tian Xiaoman stared wide-eyed.

"Third Brother."

"This wind."

"Why does it look like a twisted rope?"

Su Qingyun looked at Wei Dacheng.

"Remember this."

Wei Dacheng quickly looked up.

The anemometer is spinning faster.

"12:22".

"East wind, level 5."

Ma Hongshan's face.

It slowly sank down.

His track.

There are ditches at both the east and west ends.

It is bordered by a forest belt to the north.

The plane really did drift sideways for a moment.

It's not like a tractor slipping.

Luo Jinfa wanted to say something else.

Inside the car radio.

Suddenly a rustling sound rang out.

Wei Dacheng quickly ran over.

He grabbed the microphone.

I listened for a while.

His expression changed.

"President Su."

"Reported by the local meteorological observatory."

"There are thunderstorm clouds in the northwest."

"There will be a gust of wind in the afternoon."

"It might rain."

Luo Jinfa grabbed the microphone.

Who reported it?

Wei Dacheng said.

"Weather station."

"Just transferred here."

Luo Jinfa put down the microphone.

His face was a little pale.

Ma Hongshan became anxious.

"What should we do then?"

"The insects are still in the ground!"

Su Qingyun glanced at the medicine cart.

The blue buckets were stacked flat.

The bucket lid hasn't been opened yet.

"The medicine wasn't prescribed."

"It's not too late."

Ma Hongshan gritted his teeth.

"I'll go tomorrow too."

"We still need to hold an on-site meeting."

"People from the county are coming."

"If these bugs keep burrowing into the beet field..."

"Where would I put my face if I went?"

Su Qingyun handed him the map.

"Face is important."

"The bean field is also important."

"One spray of medicine."

"When the rain comes..."

"It all went into the ditch."

"beehive."

"beet."

"Fishpond".

"Not a single one can escape."

Ma Hongshan clutched the map.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

The wind bag suddenly became taut and straight.

Old Gu looked up and glanced at it.

He called out to Gao Jianjun.

"Gas truck!"

"Wheel wedge!"

Gao Jianjun had already jumped out of the driver's seat.

Two wheel wedges.

They were stuffed under the wheels one after the other.

Tian Xiaoman was holding a fire extinguisher.

Run towards the medicine truck.

Old Gu called out again.

"Don't stand in the eye of the storm!"

Tian Xiaoman quickly moved to the side.

I just put the fire extinguisher down securely.

The raindrops started to fall.

First, a few.

Later, they were connected into a whole.

Ma Hongshan wiped his face.

Looking at the blue bucket on the medicine cart.

His throat moved.

"It's really going to fly."

"These twenty barrels of medicine."

"All for nothing."

Luo Jinfa stood in the rain.

The official document in my hand.

One corner was wet.

He looked down at it for a long time.

He then spoke in a muffled voice.

"President Su."

"This wind."

"It definitely needs to be tested."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"The weather forecast is for a major disaster."

"Let's check the land."

No one can take anyone's place.

Luo Jinfa raised his head.

"After that."

"Does every piece of land need a weather station?"

Su Qingyun shook her head.

"Need not."

"The work station is equipped with an anemometer."

"Bring a wind bag."

"A local talent can emerge from the local area."

"Half an hour before takeoff."

"Record it three times in a row."

"The wind direction is chaotic."

"The wind is strong."

It's going to rain.

"It's foggy."

Write them all down.

Wei Dacheng was holding the observation book.

Ask quickly.

"President Su."

"Who signed it?"

Su Qingyun said.

"You remember that."

"Look, Captain Han."

"Local manager".

"Press your handprint."

Ma Hongshan wiped the rain off his face.

I glanced at the runway.

"I'll press it too."

"First thing tomorrow morning."

"I'll go myself too."

……

Early the next morning.

Wei Dacheng was already standing by the Nangang running track.

The wind bag hung down gently.

He glanced at the compass.

Then I checked the anemometer.

"6:20."

"Northwest wind, level one."

Ma Hongshan squatted down beside him.

He was holding a pipe in his hand.

I didn't dare order it.

"This time."

"Can it fly?"

Wei Dacheng did not look up.

"I still need to remember that."

Ma Hongshan smacked his lips.

"You little rascal."

"Even more rigid than an accountant."

Wei Dacheng finished writing the first line.

"The wind blew yesterday."

"My legs went weak when I went too."

Be more rigid.

"I feel at ease."

七点。

Second record.

Northwest wind, level 2.

7:40.

The third record.

Northwest wind, level 2.

The wind direction is not wrong.

The wind force didn't jump.

Inside the car radio.

Weather telegrams also arrived.

It did not rain in the morning.

Partly cloudy in the afternoon.

Han Changsheng took the observation book.

Flip through it from beginning to end.

He then looked at the wind bag.

Only then did he raise his head.

"It can fly."

Ma Hongshan stood up abruptly.

The tobacco pipe in his hand.

I almost fell to the ground.

"Really?"

Han Changsheng handed him the notebook.

"The wind has calmed down."

"The runway is stable."

"Don't wander off."

Ma Hongshan quickly turned around.

Shout towards the edge of the field.

"Did you all hear that?"

"Both sides of the runway!"

"No one is allowed to crawl in!"

"You brats!"

"Get away from the propeller!"

Gao Jianjun parked the oil truck.

Wheel wedge.

Grounding wire.

Fire extinguisher.

Lay them out one by one.

Tian Xiaoman held the examination report.

Follow behind Old Gu.

"Old Gu."

"The wind is level 2 today."

"Will the pesticide mist drift towards the beet field?"

Old Gu raised his finger and pointed to the map.

"The wind blows from the northwest."

"Beets are in the southeast."

"The flight path is shifting south."

"Leave a stopband."

"Did you look at those pictures for nothing yesterday?"

Tian Xiaoman quickly shook her head.

"It was worth watching."

"I'll go too, just to ask again."

Old Gu snorted.

"Ask if you want."

"Don't move your hands."

Two An-2 helicopters.

They landed on the Nangang runway one after the other.

Han Changsheng poked his head out of the cockpit.

"Wei Dacheng!"

Wei Dacheng ran over with the observation book in his arms.

"Team Leader Han!"

"Northwest wind, level 2!"

Han Changsheng nodded.

"Eight o'clock sharp."

"Remember the takeoff."

Wei Dacheng lowered his head and wrote.

Unit 1.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Northwest wind, level 2.

Unit 2 started up immediately afterward.

Ma Hongshan stood outside the track.

He was still clutching the land parcel map in his hand.

This time.

He didn't look up at the official document again.

Two airplanes.

They rushed out one after the other.

It's pressing down on the soybean fields in Nangang.

Follow the red line on the map.

Flight after flight.

The pesticide spray landed in the heavily infested area.

It didn't drift into the beet field.

It wasn't rolled towards the beehive.

It was noon.

Lao Guo turned off the oil pump.

He handed the ledger to Gao Jianjun.

"Calculate."

Gao Jianjun lay down next to the oil truck.

He was manipulating the beads on the abacus.

I did the calculation once.

Calculate it again.

"Eight sorties."

"Three thousand nine hundred and twenty mu."

"1,260 liters of oil."

Tian Xiaoman ran over carrying the medicine tent.

"Twenty barrels of medicine."

"120 kilograms remain."

Su Qingyun took the account book.

I looked at the map once.

"All correct."

Ma Hongshan let out a long sigh of relief.

He spread the work order on the cover of the oil tanker.

In the section for the person in charge.

He pressed down his red handprint heavily.

"President Su."

"I went and took it too."

"The map wasn't drawn clearly."

"Cannot fly."

"The wind measurement was not accurate."

"It can't fly either."

Luo Jinfa stood to one side.

Take that observation book.

I looked at it over and over again several times.

Finally, from the folder.

Take out a stack of blank dispatch sheets.

"Wei Dacheng."

"Go copy one for me too."

Wei Dacheng raised his head.

"Copy what?"

Luo Jinfa coughed.

"Weather section".

"After the dispatch order."

"I'll go too and add some."

Su Qingliang stood to the side.

He grinned from ear to ear.

"Station Chief Luo."

"You don't mind the trouble this time?"

Luo Jinfa glared at him.

He looked down at the track again.

"Trouble is ahead."

"It's better than something going wrong."

……

Back to the workstation.

Su Qingyun took the picture of Nangang.

Place it in front of the metal cabinet.

Wei Dacheng was holding the observation book.

Standing to the side.

"President Su."

"This picture."

"How do I write the number?"

Su Qingyun picked up the pen.

Write it on the cover.

Northern Wilderness Voyage, No. 004.

He reported the insect situation.

task.

Oilseeds.

Medicine liquid.

Verification form.

Clamp them one by one.

At last.

Take that page from the weather log.

It's placed on top.

Wei Dacheng counted them.

"That makes six items."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"after."

"One picture."

"Six things."

Wei Dacheng quickly asked.

"What's missing?"

Su Qingyun closed the folder.

"One thing is missing."

"It's not finished yet."

Han Changsheng stood at the door.

Looking at the newly erected airbags beside the runway.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

He spoke last.

"The land has been clearly identified."

"The wind has also come to its senses."

Su Qingyun locked the metal cabinet.

"The plane takes off."

"Every gust of wind."

"Everything has to count."