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

The runway acceptance form at Wuligang.

I just locked it in the metal cabinet.

Xu Chunyan then presented a map of the land plot.

It was spread out on the table.

The picture shows the Forward Brigade.

Dongdian soybeans.

Two thousand four hundred acres.

In the middle of the map.

Tell her to get the red pencil.

It was drawn diagonally.

Wei Dacheng looked down at it for a long time.

"Technician Xu."

"What is this dish?"

Xu Chunyan took off her headscarf.

He shook off the dirt from his head.

"electric wire."

"I'm going to sweep away the bugs this morning too."

"I saw a new row of utility poles erected."

"It's not shown on the map."

Han Changsheng walked over.

My finger followed the red line.

I scrolled through it slowly.

"Crossing the ground sideways?"

"Pass at an angle."

Xu Chunyan nodded.

"Advance from the south."

"Out of the northeast corner."

"I asked too."

"It was just put on the shelves last month."

He had just finished speaking.

A jeep stopped outside the door.

A long-faced man got off the bus.

A map clip was tucked under his arm.

Two brigade cadres followed behind him.

After the man entered the door.

I first looked at the red line on the table.

The smile on his face.

It suddenly became a little less intense.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"I'm going to the Forward Brigade too."

"Secretary Ma Zhankui."

Su Qingyun stood up.

I shook hands with him.

"Secretary Ma."

"Why wasn't this line drawn?"

Ma Zhankui put the materials down.

He glanced at the map.

"Sigh."

"There are only three wires."

"The poles are all on the edge of the ground."

Logically speaking...

"It's nothing."

Han Changsheng raised his head.

"Is the line also along the ground?"

Ma Zhankui's lips twitched.

"The line is slanted."

"It's quite high."

"The plane flew over from above."

"Isn't that enough?"

Han Changsheng did not respond.

He turned the map around.

I watched it again.

How tall?

Ma Zhankui was stunned for a moment.

"The utility pole must be about ten meters high."

"Where's the thread?"

"I've had that measured there too."

"It must be at least seven or eight meters."

Old Gu came in from the maintenance hangar.

I happened to hear it.

He put the wrench on the table.

"Seven meters."

"Eight meters."

"One meter off."

"The plane was just one life away from being destroyed."

Ma Zhankui looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Old comrade."

"I'm not just making this up. I'm going too."

"The people at the agricultural power station all said it."

"The cables are laid out correctly."

Han Changsheng looked at him.

"Are the electrical wires up to standard?"

"It's about managing the land."

"I want to know too."

"Can the plane get through?"

Ma Zhankui spread out a sheet of materials.

Insect infestation.

task.

the weather.

Pharmaceutical acceptance.

Sprayer head inspection schedule.

Fuel supply guarantee.

Loading contingency plan.

Runway inspection.

Re-examination arrangements.

The same for every ten.

He raised his hand and patted it.

"President Su."

"I'll follow your rules too."

"Nothing is missing."

"The county officials will come for a follow-up inspection the day after tomorrow."

"Two thousand four hundred mu."

"We have to finish this game today, no matter what."

Su Qingyun didn't look at the stack of materials.

He picked up the land parcel map.

"This thread."

"It's the one that's missing."

Ma Zhankui's face immediately darkened.

Logically speaking...

"The map was drawn in spring."

"Setting up the power lines is something to do in the summer."

"I can't very well go too."

"How about we change the image by setting up a cable?"

Su Qingyun opened the drawer.

Take out a blank sheet of paper.

Wei Dacheng quickly handed over the pen.

Su Qingyun continued writing.

Work area obstacle survey form.

Power lines.

Telephone line.

Tree belt.

Well frame.

chimney.

Obstacle location.

Minimum height.

Warning signs.

Detour route.

Ground-based reinforcement area.

The surveyor.

Pilot confirmed.

Local person in charge.

Su Qingliang stood to the side.

They were smacking their lips in amazement.

"All eleven items are complete."

"That makes twelve items?"

Su Qingyun pressed the watch flat.

"Maps are static."

"The utility pole was erected later."

"The obstacle wasn't clearly identified."

"Not flying."

Ma Zhankui looked at the new form.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

Finally, I picked up the cotton hat.

"middle."

"I'll take you to see it too."

"But let me make this clear from the beginning."

"Don't take a single electrical wire."

"I'll go all day too."

……

Dongdian Bean Field of the Forward Brigade.

A row of concrete utility poles.

It indeed crossed the ground diagonally.

Ma Zhankui got off the car.

He raised his hand and pointed upwards.

"look."

"It's high up."

"The Jiefang truck passed underneath."

"You can't even touch the roof."

Han Changsheng didn't look at the tire tracks.

He followed the power line.

Walk all the way to the middle of the ground.

That place is right between the two utility poles.

The wire hangs at its lowest point.

Old Gu gave way to Tian Xiaoman.

They brought over two measuring rods.

One is five meters long.

One is two meters long.

The two were connected together.

The top of the pole is away from the power line.

There's less than a hand's breadth left.

Wei Dacheng looked up.

"Six meters eight inches."

"The lowest point."

Ma Zhankui breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go too."

"It's almost seven meters."

"The plane should be at a higher altitude."

"Why can't we get through?"

Han Changsheng turned to look at him.

How tall is the An-2's fuselage?

"Do you know?"

Ma Zhankui shook his head.

"I don't know anything about airplanes either."

"So you dare let me go too?"

Han Changsheng raised his hand and pointed to the bean leaves.

"When spraying pesticides."

"The wheel leaves the bean tip."

"Just a few meters."

"We need to cross the power line."

"The plane needs to climb higher in advance."

"The medicinal mist fell from about ten meters away."

"Which way the wind blows?"

"Who can say for sure?"

Ma Zhankui frowned.

"What if we crawl under the line?"

Old Gu looked up and glanced at him.

"Pooh."

"Do you think you're driving a horse-drawn carriage?"

"The wingspan is over eighteen meters."

"There's still a wind blowing under the line."

"The drill bit is off by one foot."

"Who will pick up the person for you?"

Ma Zhankui's face flushed red.

He didn't say anything more.

Su Qingyun was taken from Tian Xiaoman.

He took a piece of white cloth.

It was tied to a six-meter-high measuring pole.

Then he had someone else hold the pole.

Stand next to the lowest point of the power line.

"Secretary Ma."

"Go south for two hundred steps."

Ma Zhankui was somewhat confused.

I followed them anyway.

Arrive at the place.

Su Qingyun stopped.

"Can you see the white cloth?"

"visible."

"Where's the wire?"

Ma Zhankui squinted.

I watched for quite a while.

His expression slowly changed.

The gray power lines pressed down on the distant forest belt.

Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.

It's impossible to see clearly.

"this……"

Han Changsheng stood next to him.

"That's as big as a white cloth."

"You just saw it."

"The wire is only as thick as a finger."

"I'll also go at a speed of over 100 li."

"Wait until we see."

"Is there still time to dodge?"

Ma Zhankui did not respond.

He turned and walked back to the utility pole.

Just as I was about to call the team's electrician.

Tian Xiaoman suddenly called out from the north.

"Old Gu!"

"There's one more here!"

Several people quickly went over.

North of the bean field.

Between two old wooden poles.

A thin iron wire runs horizontally across it.

The line has turned black.

The lowest point.

It was less than five meters off the ground.

It's not on the map either.

Ma Zhankui was stunned.

"What kind of line is this?"

The production team leader who followed.

I stared at it for a long time.

He then said in a low voice.

"I remembered it too."

"The pump room from the year before last."

"Pull over a lighting cord."

"The well was abandoned last year."

"The wires haven't been removed."

Ma Zhankui suddenly turned around.

"Why didn't you say so if you didn't demolish it?"

The production team leader rubbed his hands together.

"There's no electricity at all."

"I'll go and think about it too."

"Not counting electrical wires."

Han Changsheng reached out his hand.

They pushed him back half a step.

"Is the power on or off?"

"It's all the same if we crash into each other."

The production team leader shrank back.

I dare not say it again.

Ma Zhankui took off his hat.

He threw it to the ground.

"Call the electrician!"

"a priori!"

"Demolish it again!"

The team of electricians quickly arrived by bicycle.

He went to the power distribution room first.

The circuit was checked.

Then I put on insulated gloves.

Both ends have been checked.

It has been confirmed that the abandoned wire is not powered.

That's what gets people to climb the pole.

Remove a section of the wire.

Tian Xiaoman squatted on the ground.

Coil the removed wires neatly.

The production team leader was still muttering to himself.

"This line can also be used to tie haystacks."

Old Gu kicked the reel.

"You'd better keep this safe."

"We almost tied it to an airplane."

The production team leader blushed.

He picked up the reel of yarn and left.

Newly erected high-voltage power lines.

But it cannot move.

People from the agricultural power station rushed over.

After reviewing the route.

shook his head.

"This is for supplying power to the pumping station in the north."

"A power outage won't help."

"The line is still here."

"Dismantling the watch is not an option."

Ma Zhankui was getting anxious.

"Then I'll go to this piece of land too."

"Is that all that's left to do?"

Su Qingyun showed the plot of land.

It was laid on the hood of the jeep.

Then he took a ruler.

I measured along the wire.

"It's not about hitting."

"Send them separately."

Han Changsheng took the red pencil.

On both sides of the line.

Each one is marked with a safety belt.

"Airplane routes".

Change them all to fly along the same line.

"The one on the west side."

"The area on the east side."

"No one should cross the power lines."

Ma Zhankui looked at the picture.

"What about the area under the line?"

Xu Chunyan took the abacus.

I dialed it a few times.

Leave twenty meters on each side.

"A total of eighty mu."

"Ground sprayer repair."

"The remaining two thousand three hundred and twenty mu."

"Airplanes shoot."

Ma Zhankui's brows furrowed immediately.

"The county needs to see the area covered by aerospace."

"I also registered for 2,400 mu."

"Eighty mu less."

"It has a negative impact."

Luo Jinfa had just gotten out of the jeep behind.

Upon hearing this...

Close the car door tightly.

"What negative impacts?"

"It doesn't look good if you write 80 mu less."

"Does an airplane look better hanging on power lines?"

Ma Zhankui's face looked a little stiff.

"Station Chief Luo."

"I didn't mean that by going."

"Then write it truthfully."

Luo Jinfa walked to the map.

"Aircraft operations."

"Two thousand three hundred and twenty mu."

"Ground-based reinforcement."

"Eighty mu."

"All together, not a single acre is missing."

"Who asked?"

"Let him come find me, and I'll go too."

Ma Zhankui glanced at the high-voltage lines.

I looked at the old iron wire again.

Finally, he nodded.

"middle."

"I'll also go to the brigade where there's a towed sprayer."

"Eighty mu."

Beat on the ground. "

……

The militia carried four red flags.

It was inserted into the four corners of the seatbelt.

Outside the utility pole.

Another tall warning flag was erected.

Han Changsheng followed the revised flight path.

Walk from the south end to the north end.

Turning point.

Incoming line point.

Outgoing line point.

Let's take a look at this place again.

Walk to the northeast corner.

He stopped again.

Outside the forest belt.

A wooden waterwheel stands there.

The waterwheel pole stretched very high.

Wei Dacheng quickly added a stroke to the map.

This time, Ma Zhankui didn't wait for anyone to ask.

First, shout to the production team leader.

"Take him down!"

"The plane hasn't finished flying yet."

"Don't stand it up!"

The production team leader quickly led his men over.

The waterwheel pole was lowered to the ground.

Su Qingliang stood to the side.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Secretary Ma."

"You right now."

"His eyesight is even sharper than mine."

Ma Zhankui glared at him.

"Don't even think about it, I'll go get a veil too."

"What else is there?"

"Find them all for me too."

The group walked around the edge of the ground again.

Tree belt.

Well frame.

High-voltage power lines.

Location of old line demolition.

All of them are labeled on the map.

Wei Dacheng lay on the map board.

One item to fill in.

"The lowest point of the high-voltage line."

"Six meters eight inches."

"The safety belt covers eighty acres."

"Parallel routes for flight paths".

Crossing is prohibited.

"Old lighting wires."

"Power has been cut off and the structure has been dismantled."

"Waterwheel pole".

"He's down."

Han Changsheng took the site survey form.

Watch it from beginning to end.

He looked up again to check the actual situation.

Only then did he sign his name.

Ma Zhankui took the pen.

I'm not in a hurry to write.

He personally walked to the four red flags.

I finished reading it in one go.

After I came back.

It's in the "person in charge" column.

Write down your name.

Then he pressed his red handprint.

"I'll go and acknowledge it this time too."

"It's not shown on the map."

"It doesn't mean it's not in the ground."

……

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The two An-2 helicopters were parked at the edge of the runway.

The actual track length is 620 meters.

The ground hardness has been tested.

Both ends are empty.

The alert has been established.

Test the water flow from the spray nozzle.

The four measuring cylinders are level.

The oil is clear and translucent.

There were no water droplets.

Twelve barrels of medicinal liquid.

All seals are correct.

Gao Jianjun based on the new area.

The loading was recalculated.

"Aircraft operations."

"Two thousand three hundred and twenty mu."

"Installation solution".

"Three thousand four hundred and eighty kilograms."

"Ground-based reinforcement."

"One hundred and twenty kilograms."

Old Gu took the loading list.

The abacus was turned twice.

"First flight."

"Unit 1 weighs 870 kilograms."

"Unit number two weighs 880 kilograms."

"Not over."

Tian Xiaoman is holding an obstacle map.

They ran to the number one machine.

"Team Leader Han!"

"The western section runs from south to north!"

"The eastern block is also flying along the line!"

"Inside the Red Flag."

"No entry!"

Han Changsheng took the drawing.

Clamped between the legs.

"electric wire?"

Wei Dacheng held up the site survey form.

"Minimum 6.8 meters!"

"The flight path will not cross the border!"

"Ground reinforcement zones have been marked out!"

"wind?"

"Northwest wind, level 2!"

"1:10!"

Han Changsheng nodded.

"Remember the takeoff."

The first aircraft overran the runway.

The second aircraft followed closely behind and took off.

Ma Zhankui stood to the west of the high-voltage line.

He kept his head tilted back.

Machine number one is pressing down on the western soybean field.

A trip heading north along the same route.

We arrived at the destination.

Only then did it begin to turn.

He never crossed the power lines.

Unit 2 is operating in the East Block.

Fly along the same route.

The medicinal mist was spread evenly.

It didn't float into the seatbelt either.

Ma Zhankui stared at it for a long time.

Slowly exhale.

"So it's a different direction."

"We can still fight on the ground."

Han Changsheng is in heaven.

No one responded to him.

But those high-voltage lines.

It has always been lying across the middle of the two bean fields.

It's clear.

The brigade's Dongfanghong tractors.

They also led the sprayer into the field.

Xu Chunyan stood guard by the seat belt.

Apply pesticides according to the acreage.

Not many.

Not less.

Ma Zhankui personally accompanied him.

Who would want to spray the red flag outside in a hurry?

He stopped the person first.

"Don't steal it!"

"Airplanes fighting each other."

"We fight our own battles."

"Press one more row."

"The accounts don't match."

The production team leader hunched his shoulders.

Quickly adjust the spray bar back.

……

Before it gets dark.

The two planes landed one after the other.

Old Gu checked the showerhead first.

There was no traffic jam.

There was no leakage.

Gao Jianjun turned the abacus twice.

"Four sorties."

"Seven hundred and ninety liters of oil were used."

Tian Xiaoman was holding the medicine tent.

They then immediately began counting off.

"Medicine for airplanes."

"Three thousand four hundred and eighty kilograms."

"Ground-based reinforcement."

"One hundred and twenty kilograms."

"A total of 3,600 kilograms."

Not a drop left.

Wei Dacheng spread out the map.

West block.

East block.

All marked with a red pencil.

The center seatbelt.

It was also stamped with a ground-level protective seal.

"Aircraft operations."

"Two thousand three hundred and twenty mu."

"Ground-based reinforcement."

Eighty mu.

Total area.

"Two thousand four hundred mu."

"All correct."

Ma Zhankui took the work order.

First, check for obstacles.

Next, we look at the area of ​​each zone.

Only then did I pick up the pen.

"President Su."

"I'm going today too."

"I'm convinced."

"The power cord isn't smoking."

"And he didn't say a word."

"They really are blocking our way."

"Harder than a ditch."

Su Qingyun pushed the inkpad over.

"Where's the old map?"

Ma Zhankui pressed his handprint again.

"It's sealed off."

"I'm going back too."

"Redraw this one as it is today."

"We'll lay the cables later."

"Add it to the diagram first."

……

The next afternoon.

Xu Chunyan returned from the Forward Brigade.

She handed over the follow-up examination report.

It was placed on the table.

"Dongdian soybeans".

"More than 80% of the live insects have been suppressed."

"No wires were missing from either side."

"Ground-based reinforcements have also been deployed."

Wei Dacheng opened the new folder.

Insect infestation.

task.

Oilseeds.

Medicine liquid.

Review.

the weather.

Pharmaceutical acceptance.

Inspect the spraying equipment.

Fuel acceptance.

Aircraft loading list.

Runway acceptance form.

Work area obstacle survey form.

There are twelve items in total.

He raised his head.

"President Su."

"This picture."

How should the number be written?

Su Qingyun picked up the pen.

Write it on the cover.

The Northern Wilderness Voyage, No. 10.

He took out the obstacle survey form.

It was placed after the runway acceptance form.

The old lighting wiring was also removed and recorded.

A piece was sandwiched inside.

Wei Dacheng counted them once.

"That makes twelve items."

Su Qingyun closed the folder.

"One picture."

"Twelve items."

"One thing is missing."

"It's not finished yet."

Han Changsheng stood at the door.

I glanced at the new map.

"The land will change."

"There will be more lines."

Su Qingyun locked the metal cabinet.

"Aircraft don't recognize whether something is drawn on a map or not."

"Yes, I admit it."

"The front of the wings."

"Is there anything at all?"