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

The obstacle survey form of the Forward Brigade.

I just locked it in the metal cabinet.

Tian Xiaoman was holding two red flags.

He ran in from the warehouse.

It's square.

It has one triangular side.

The colors have faded to a pale white.

"Team Leader Han".

"I'll go wash these two too."

"Is it still usable?"

Han Changsheng did not answer.

He first put down the two flags.

Lay them side by side on the table.

He then looked up at Wei Dacheng.

What is a square flag?

Wei Dacheng glanced down.

"Based on yesterday's map of the advancing brigade."

"The square flag marks the boundary of the safety belt."

Han Changsheng looked at Tian Xiaoman again.

"What about the triangular one?"

Tian Xiaoman answered very quickly.

"The sailing flag."

Su Qingliang came closer from the doorway.

He gestured with his hands.

"Aren't all the red flags being stopped?"

The room fell silent.

Han Changsheng rolled up the two flags.

He placed it on the table.

"There are four people on the ground."

"Four interpretations."

"I'm going to heaven too."

Whose opinion should we listen to?

Tian Xiaoman scratched his head.

Logically speaking...

"Let's look at the map."

Han Changsheng raised his hand and tapped him.

"Fly to the land."

I'll go check out the land first too.

"Look at the trees again."

"Let's look at the power lines again."

"We still need to find a flag."

"Let me free up one hand too."

"Which page should we turn to now?"

Su Qingyun picked up yesterday's obstacle map.

There are quite a few red flags above.

The four corners of the seat belt.

Outside the waterwheel.

The site where the old railway line was demolished.

It was covered with red dots.

But which flag can be brought in?

Which flag should be stopped?

It wasn't explained clearly in a separate way.

Su Qingyun opened the drawer.

Then he took out another blank sheet of paper.

Wei Dacheng sighed.

"Third Brother."

"The thirteenth item?"

Su Qingyun did not look up.

Write one line at a time with a fountain pen.

Ground-to-air signal confirmation slip.

Entry sign.

Departure marker.

Operation boundaries.

Stop spraying signal.

Encore signal.

Signalman.

Substitutes.

Signal location.

Personnel retreat distance.

Signal change time.

Pilot confirmed.

Local person in charge.

Tian Xiaoman stared at the paper.

"Does the flag need someone to manage it?"

Old Gu came in from outside.

Pick up that faded pennant.

He walked to the window and raised it.

"This thing."

"You can't see anything from two hundred paces away."

"Nobody cares."

"When the wind blows..."

"Should I go and nod in agreement too?"

Su Qingyun flattened the order.

"People on the earth."

We can't each fly our own flag.

"The signal wasn't clearly defined."

"Not flying."

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

A Jiefang truck.

Two tractors followed behind.

It stopped at the entrance of the work station.

The car door opened.

A tall, thin man came down.

The blue cloth jacket was tucked into the waistband of his trousers.

He was holding a map folder in his hand.

After he entered the room.

I first glanced at the red flag on the table.

I counted the folders on the metal cabinet again.

Only then did he extend his hand.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"I'm going to Red Star Commune too."

"Qingfeng Brigade".

"Secretary Feng Youtian."

Su Qingyun shook hands with him.

"Secretary Feng."

Which plot of land?

Feng Youtian spread the drawing out on the table.

"Beidian soybeans".

"Two thousand seven hundred mu."

"Meadow borer."

"Ten networks and forty-one articles."

Insect infestation.

task.

Oilseeds.

Medicine liquid.

the weather.

Pharmaceutical acceptance.

Arrangement of spraying equipment.

Loading contingency plan.

Runway inspection.

Obstacle survey.

Re-examination arrangements.

Arrange them in the same way.

There are exactly twelve items.

Feng Youtian patted the top picture.

There are no power lines in the field.

"The track is 710 meters long."

"I'll go break the glass too."

"He was hugged twice."

He finished speaking.

I glanced at the newly written order.

The smile on his face slowly faded.

"What is this now?"

Su Qingliang coughed beside him.

"flag."

"Your flag."

"They also need to go through the trial."

Feng Youtian frowned.

"What's so special about checking a flag?"

"I'm going to the militia too."

"Sixteen red flags".

"Eight white flags."

"All the plants are planted in the field."

Han Changsheng picked up the red flag.

What does "red flag" mean?

Feng Youtian answered quickly.

"Boundary".

"Where's the white flag?"

"The plane comes in from there."

"What if we can't spray it?"

Feng Youtian was taken aback.

"I'll go and call for people to shout too."

Old Gu raised his eyelids.

"The plane engine is running."

"You're going to stand there and shout?"

Feng Youtian was a little embarrassed.

"Then wave the flag."

Han Changsheng handed over the red flag.

"How do we swing it?"

Feng Youtian took the flag.

It was tilted slightly to the left first.

It swayed to the right again.

"Just wave it like that."

The militia company commander who came with him.

Stand at the back.

I couldn't help but chime in.

"secretary."

"I'll go teach too."

"Two flags crossed."

"That's when it's called a halt."

Feng Youtian turned around and glared at him.

When did you teach him?

The militia company commander shrank back.

"last night."

"After you left for the meeting."

No one spoke again inside the room.

Feng Youtian held the red flag tightly.

His face turned pale.

A flash of white.

Half a day passed.

He put the flag on the table.

"Walk."

"Arriving at the destination."

"I'll go and handle this too."

"Ask them face-to-face to find out."

……

Beidian Bean Field, Qingfeng Brigade.

Both the north and south ends.

Flags were planted everywhere.

The white ones are fertilizer bags.

After splitting it open.

Tie it to a willow branch.

The red thing is the old curtain of the propaganda team.

Some are long, some are short.

The largest half of the door panel.

The small one is only the size of a pillowcase.

Feng Youtian got off the car.

First, point south.

"look."

"White flag advance."

"The red flag flies out from the north."

"I understand perfectly."

Han Changsheng did not respond.

He walked north along the edge of the field.

I walked about three hundred steps.

Then he turned around.

Those fertilizer bags at the south end.

It's already close to the birch trunk in the distance.

They ended up together.

He pointed with his finger.

Which one is the arrival flag?

Feng Youtian narrowed his eyes.

I looked at it for a long time.

The finger lands on the left side first.

Then it slowly moved to the right.

"That side."

The militia company commander coughed.

"secretary."

"You mean..."

"The mattress sheets that Old Sun's family is drying."

Feng Youtian's hand.

It was taken back immediately.

Su Qingliang couldn't help himself.

With a soft "pfft".

"Even standing on the ground, they'd admit their mistakes."

"Even the heavens have to guess your home."

"Did you wash the bed?"

Feng Youtian turned around and glared at him.

"You brat."

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

Han Changsheng walked to a red flag.

He raised his hand and pulled.

The flagpole was moved half a foot away.

There was nothing inserted underneath.

It was just a clod of earth pressing down on it.

"Who put this up?"

A production team leader.

He stepped out from behind the crowd.

He rubbed his hands together.

"I went to set up a stall too."

"It's inserted too deep."

"It will be difficult to move in a while."

Feng Youtian suddenly turned around.

Why move it?

The production team leader gestured towards the east with his lip.

"There are still 120 acres over there."

"No mission reported."

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

"The plane was at the very end."

"Move the flag a little to the east."

"I just hit him on a whim."

Xu Chunyan had just come out of the bean field.

Upon hearing this...

Put the sweeping net on the vehicle.

"Those 120 mu."

"Have you checked for parasites?"

The production team leader shook his head.

"It's next to this area."

"Do we even need to investigate?"

Xu Chunyan glanced at him.

"The fields on the east side are for seed saving."

"Twenty meters further out."

"It's an oak forest used for silkworm farming."

"The wind blows eastward."

"What are you going to use to compensate me?"

The production team leader's expression changed.

"I don't know either."

Feng Youtian raised his hand.

I slapped him on the brim of his hat.

"you do not know."

"They dare to chase after planes and move their territory?"

The production team leader covered his head.

He muttered to himself.

"We'll cultivate over a hundred more acres."

"The commune's reports look good too."

Luo Jinfa was getting out of the jeep.

Upon hearing this sentence...

His steps suddenly stopped.

"What's interesting?"

"It looks better if you report an extra 120 acres."

"Would it be better to kill the silkworms with the poison?"

The production team leader shrank back.

He didn't dare to say another word.

Luo Jinfa walked to the red flag.

He kicked the clods of dirt away.

"Where is the boundary defined?"

"The flag will be nailed there."

"The plane crashed."

"No one dares to move an inch."

"I'll go and get him first."

"The names on the report have been crossed out."

Feng Youtian grabbed the red flag.

Plant it in the soil by hand.

But the flagpole is too thin.

It went in crookedly again when I inserted it.

Old Gu shook his head.

"Don't try to fool me."

Replace everything.

Feng Youtian took a breath.

"What will you exchange it for?"

"White cloth from the supply and marketing cooperative."

"You still need a ticket."

Gao Jianjun was at the back of the equipment vehicle.

A canvas bag was dragged down.

Inside is the old signal cloth of the work station.

Six pieces of white cloth.

Four pieces of red cloth.

Each one is wider than a kang mat.

The corners are sewn with rope knots.

Feng Youtian's eyes lit up.

"There's one ready-made."

"Why didn't you take it sooner?"

Old Gu glared at him.

"So you can move it while chasing the plane?"

"Let's set the rules first."

……

Su Qingyun handed over the map.

It was pressed against the hood of the jeep.

Han Changsheng took the red pencil.

The four locations have been re-marked.

Two white cloths at the south end.

Flat code enters the route.

A red cloth at the north end.

It was laid horizontally at the departure point.

East-west boundary.

Each flag is fixed in place.

Stop spraying signal.

Two red flags crossed.

At the same time, the white cloth used for entry was put away.

Tian Xiaoman listened to it once.

He then pointed to the white flag in his hand.

"What about an encore?"

Han Changsheng took the flag.

Press down.

"Resign."

"The crossed red flags will not be withdrawn."

"I'll go take a lap too."

"Go straight back to the runway."

The militia company commander quickly asked.

"Has the wind changed?"

"Stop."

Han Changsheng glanced at him.

"The plane has landed."

"Flight routes to be redrawn."

"The flag has been rearranged."

"No one is allowed."

"I'll change my mind too."

Feng Youtian stood to the side.

Listen to one sentence.

Nod.

Once everything is finalized.

He then pointed at the production team leader.

"Don't worry about the flag."

The production team leader was stunned.

"I also came from the militia."

"You've even given me bad advice."

Feng Youtian turned to look at the militia company commander.

"You'll be the signalman."

"Who should we find as a substitute?"

The militia company commander waved behind him.

A man in his thirties.

He ran over quickly.

"Me too, last year."

"At the shooting range in the commune."

"Control the signal."

Han Changsheng ignored that statement.

He let two people.

Each of them received the entire set of signals.

I did it all over again from the beginning.

First time.

The substitutes put on the red cloth for departure.

The paving was done in the wrong direction.

Second time.

When the militia company commander stopped spraying.

I forgot to collect the white cloth.

Han Changsheng did not nod.

"Again."

Feng Youtian stood up rather hastily.

I looked up at the sun.

Logically speaking...

"I'm also going to the 2,700 mu of land."

"Still waiting."

Han Changsheng raised his hand.

He pointed to the two red flags.

"The signal is off."

"I'll go spray it again."

"Who's standing next?"

Feng Youtian glanced at the militia company commander.

I didn't urge them again.

"practice."

"Practice until you're perfect."

Fourth time.

The white cloth was laid out neatly.

The red cloth is in the correct position.

Stop spraying.

Encore.

Boundary change.

The two of them did exactly the same thing.

Han Changsheng then accepted the order.

In the pilot confirmation section.

Sign your name.

Feng Youtian then went along four signal points.

I took a walk around it myself.

After I came back.

Pick up the pen.

"Signal operator."

"I went and admitted it too."

"Location."

"I went to see it too."

"Who dares to move it?"

"Find this handprint from whoever it is."

He finished speaking.

In the section for the person in charge.

Press the red handprint down again.

……

1:10 PM.

The wind bag is bulging towards the southeast.

Wei Dacheng recorded it three times.

Northwest wind, level 2.

The track is 708 meters long.

The ground is hard.

Both ends are empty.

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.

The medicine weighed 4,050 kilograms.

All seals are correct.

Gao Jianjun followed the loading list.

Turn the abacus back on.

"Unit 1".

"The first flight weighed 950 kilograms."

"Unit 2."

"Nine hundred and eighty kilograms."

"None of them exceeded the limit."

Han Changsheng sat in Unit 1.

The cabin door wasn't closed at first.

He looked up at the south end of the bean field.

Two pieces of white cloth.

It has already been rolled out.

They were far away.

It is still visible.

"Signal?"

Tian Xiaoman held up the confirmation slip.

"The white sheet for arrival has been laid out!"

"The departure flag has been issued!"

"The border flag must not be moved!"

"Stop spraying."

"Two red flags crossed!"

Han Changsheng then looked at Wei Dacheng.

"wind?"

"Northwest wind, level 2!"

"1:20!"

Han Changsheng nodded.

"Remember the takeoff."

The first aircraft overran the runway.

The second aircraft followed closely behind and took off.

Feng Youtian stood at the south end.

I looked up at the plane.

Machine No. 1 is aligned with the white cloth.

They advanced into the ground following the first flight path.

The medicinal mist spread along the bean ridges.

The red cloth at the north end was removed.

Immediately put away the medicine and pull up.

They didn't even cross the line into the seed-producing fields.

Feng Youtian slowly exhaled.

"This large piece of cloth."

It really is more like a fertilizer bag.

"It's useful."

Su Qingliang stood to the side.

He grinned.

"Keep the fertilizer bags to store fertilizer."

"Don't make it do everything."

Feng Youtian was about to glare at him.

On the farm road to the east.

Suddenly, an oxcart came in.

The old man driving the cart didn't see the red flag.

Take the shortcut.

We headed towards the departure point.

The militia company commander was taken aback for a moment.

He then grabbed the two red flags.

They crossed sharply above their heads.

Substitute signalman.

He rushed over to collect the white cloth.

Aircraft number one in the air.

Just as I was about to press down on the second round.

The nose of the aircraft immediately lifted up.

The showerhead wasn't turned on.

Unit 2 followed suit and rose higher.

It circled around to the outside of the earth.

Feng Youtian's face turned pale.

He ran over.

He grabbed the cow's bridle.

"Who let you in?"

The old man driving the cart was startled.

"I'll go deliver water too."

"I used to walk this way."

Feng Youtian raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

"Were there airplanes before?"

"Your car is full of water."

"More urgent than two lives?"

The old man driving the cart shrank his neck.

Quickly back the oxcart out.

Luo Jinfa walked to the intersection.

I picked up a red and white warning pole.

It lies across the farm road.

"The warning point was missed."

"You have to remember that too."

Wei Dacheng quickly flipped open the list.

Behind the signal location.

Add a line.

The intersection of the farm road on the east side.

Add one additional person to the fixed guard post.

Feng Youtian didn't wait for anyone to make arrangements.

He pointed towards the production team leader.

"you go."

"You're not allowed to touch the flag."

"You can always stop the oxcart, right?"

This time, the production team leader didn't dare to argue.

Holding onto the warning pole.

They ran to the intersection.

Han Changsheng circled once in the air.

They saw the oxcart leaving.

The crossed red flags were lowered.

The white cloth was laid out again.

Then the nose of the aircraft was lowered again.

The spray was resumed from the point of interruption.

There is no overlap at the front and back.

Not a single row was missed.

Feng Youtian stared at it for a long time.

My palms were sweaty.

"If the signal hadn't been frozen in place..."

"I'll go shout myself hoarse too."

"It's utterly useless."

……

Five sorties.

It flew until it got dark.

When the last aircraft landed.

Signals in all directions.

They are still in their original positions.

Old Gu checked the showerhead first.

There was no traffic jam.

There was no leakage.

I walked around the fuselage again.

Cai Chao nodded to Gao Jianjun.

Gao Jianjun lay on the cover of the oil tanker.

The abacus was turned twice.

"Five sorties."

"Nine hundred and ten liters of oil were used."

Tian Xiaoman was holding the medicine tent.

They then immediately began counting off.

"Installation solution".

"Four thousand and fifty kilograms."

Not a drop left.

Wei Dacheng spread out the map.

Beidian soybeans.

All marked with a red pencil.

Leave some land for planting on the east side.

One didn't make it in.

"Practical exercises".

"Two thousand seven hundred mu."

"Nothing was missing."

"No boundary was crossed."

"All correct."

Feng Youtian took the worksheet.

Then, the air-to-ground signal confirmation slip was sent.

I watched it from beginning to end.

When the spraying stop record is seen.

His fingers paused.

"President Su."

"I'm going today too."

"I understand now."

"The flag on the ground."

"It's not meant to be displayed for the cadres."

"It's for the people in heaven to hear."

Su Qingyun pushed the inkpad over.

"What about the 120 mu?"

Feng Youtian pressed his handprint again.

"First, sweep away the bugs."

"Fight on the ground if necessary."

"He shouldn't have hit me."

"No one is allowed to use reports to inflate numbers."

The production team leader stood at the intersection.

Upon hearing this sentence...

He kept his head down and didn't dare to say a word.

……

The next afternoon.

Xu Chunyan returned from Qingfeng Brigade.

She handed over the follow-up examination report.

Place it on the table.

"Beidian soybeans".

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

"The seed field was left untouched by pesticides."

"There's nothing wrong with using oak forests for silkworm farming."

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.

Ground-to-air signal confirmation slip.

There are thirteen items in total.

He raised his head.

"President Su."

"This picture."

"How do I write the number?"

Su Qingyun picked up the pen.

Write it on the cover.

A voyage through the northern wilderness.

He presented the air-to-ground signal confirmation slip.

It was placed at the back of the obstacle survey form.

Then record the stop spraying.

A piece was sandwiched inside.

Wei Dacheng counted them once.

"Thirteen items now."

Su Qingyun closed the folder.

"One picture."

"Thirteen items."

"One thing is missing."

"It's not finished yet."

Han Changsheng stood at the door.

I glanced at the two faded red flags.

There are many people on the ground.

"He talks a lot too."

Su Qingyun locked the metal cabinet.

"Airplanes don't care who shouts the loudest."

"Yes, I admit it."

"The signal given from the ground."

"Are they the same thing?"