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

The air-to-ground signal confirmation slip from the Qingfeng Brigade.

I just locked it in the metal cabinet.

Tian Xiaoman was holding two pieces of white cloth.

They ran in from outside.

"Team Leader Han".

"I'm going to ask about something too."

Han Changsheng raised his head.

"ask."

Tian Xiaoman placed the white cloth on the table.

"If there are still people in the field."

"I'm going to stop spraying the flag too."

"Is it too late?"

Han Changsheng glanced at him.

"The plane is already overhead."

"Do you think it's too late?"

Tian Xiaoman shrank her neck.

"We need to get rid of everyone first."

Su Qingliang poked his head in from the doorway.

"The bean stalks are so tall."

There's someone squatting inside.

What do you think?

The room fell silent.

Xu Chunyan picked up the map of Qingfeng Brigade.

I ran my fingers along the rows of beans.

"When sweeping away bugs."

"I ran into them when I went there too."

"People hear airplanes."

"Lie down in the furrow."

"And they think they're so smart."

Old Gu put the wrench on the table.

"Pooh."

"The medicinal mist falls downwards."

"The lower he crouches."

"The more complete the catch, the better."

Su Qingyun opened the drawer.

Take out a blank sheet of paper.

Wei Dacheng saw the paper.

I've stopped asking.

Just hand over the pen.

Su Qingyun continued writing.

Work area clearance confirmation form.

Personnel within the work area.

People on the ground.

livestock.

vehicle.

Ground equipment.

Pump house shack.

Import and export alerts.

Clearance route.

Take a headcount.

Meeting point.

Clearing time.

Signalman verifies.

Pilot confirmed.

Local person in charge.

Tian Xiaoman counted them once.

Fourteen items.

Su Qingyun flattened the paper.

"A flag can stop an airplane."

"But the person has to come out first."

"The person is not clean."

"Not flying."

……

It was a little after nine in the morning.

Three tractors.

They were pulling a truckload of medicine and a car full of cadres.

It stopped at the entrance of the work station.

On the lead vehicle.

A broad-shouldered man jumped down.

My trouser legs were covered in bean leaf juice.

He had a map clip tucked under his arm.

The first thing to do upon entering is to look at the clock on the wall.

I glanced at the new order form on the table again.

Only then did he extend his hand.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"I'm going to the Harvest Commune too."

"Xiangyang Brigade".

"Secretary Zhao Guangfu."

Su Qingyun shook hands with him.

"Secretary Zhao."

Which plot of land?

Zhao Guangfu spread out the diagram.

"Donggang soybeans".

"Two thousand eight hundred mu."

"Meadow borer."

"Ten networks and forty-three articles."

Insect infestation.

task.

Oilseeds.

Medicine liquid.

the weather.

Pharmaceutical acceptance.

Inspect the spraying equipment.

Loading contingency plan.

Runway inspection.

Obstacle survey.

Ground-to-air signal.

Re-examination arrangements.

Thirteen items in total.

Zhao Guangfu raised his hand and patted it.

"The track is 690 meters long."

There are no power lines in the field.

There were no tree stumps at either end.

"The flags will be displayed the same way you Qingfeng set up."

"I'll go too, and I'll be just as destitute."

He finished speaking.

Then I looked at the clearance confirmation form.

"What does this have to do with anything?"

Su Qingliang coughed beside him.

"Take care of people."

Zhao Guangfu was stunned.

"What right do you have to manage people?"

"The plane is here."

"I'll go tell them to move aside too."

Xu Chunyan raised her head.

Are there people in the field now?

Zhao Guangfu rubbed his hands together.

"Number seventy or so."

"They're pulling up big weeds."

Logically speaking...

"The plane sprayed water all over our heads."

"The person pulled off their head."

"Neither will interfere with the other."

Old Gu raised his eyelids.

"You're making people pull weeds while wearing medicinal herbs?"

Zhao Guangfu quickly waved his hand.

"It's not about holding it up."

Where is the plane?

"Move to the side."

"I'll also go to that piece of land, which is more than three miles long."

"It won't be wrong."

Han Changsheng picked up his flight cap.

"Go to the field."

Zhao Guangfu's smile faded slightly.

Logically speaking...

"Work points for today."

"They've all been written down."

"Summon them all."

"Was all that work done for nothing?"

Su Qingyun tucked the clearing notice into her canvas bag.

"Work points can make up for it."

"It can't be repaired by people."

……

Donggang Bean Field.

The bean stalks were already above my thighs.

Seventy or eighty people.

They were divided into several long rows.

Only the straw hat could be seen from a distance.

You can't see his body.

Zhao Guangfu got off the car.

He shouted into the field.

"Everyone come out first!"

Someone answered from the bean field.

Some people didn't respond.

A while later.

Talented individuals are leaving in small groups.

A woman was carrying a basket.

An old man was carrying a hoe.

There were also a few teenagers.

He was holding a freshly plucked cocklebur in his hand.

The production team leader held the attendance book.

Stand at the edge of the field for roll call.

"Team One".

Thirty-two.

"Second team."

"Twenty-four."

"Team Three."

Nineteen.

Wei Dacheng turned the abacus.

"Seventy-five."

The production team leader raised his hand and counted them.

"right."

"Seventy-five."

Xu Chunyan took the attendance book.

Turn to the page for that day.

The finger stopped on the last line.

"Why is it written as seventy-eight here?"

The production team leader looked down.

His face looked a little stiff.

"I think I misremembered it too."

Zhao Guangfu's face darkened.

"Who hasn't come out?"

The people looked at each other.

No one said a word.

The production team leader shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Old Ding!"

"Zhao Qiaoyun!"

"You blockhead!"

There was no movement in the bean field.

The production team leader breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe they've gone back to the village."

Su Qingyun looked towards the edge of the ground.

Three bicycles.

A handcart.

There was also a willow basket for holding water.

Three enamel mugs were placed next to the basket.

He pointed with his finger.

"The person didn't leave."

Zhao Guangfu's expression changed.

He turned around and glared at the production team leader.

"try to find!"

The militia were divided into four ranks.

Walk along the bean ridges.

Every now and then.

Just use a stick to poke at the bean plants.

Walked more than 400 meters.

Suddenly someone shouted from the north.

"Here's one!"

A boy who is fourteen or fifteen years old.

Stand up from the furrow.

He was also holding a slingshot in his hand.

The production team leader was so angry that he stomped his feet.

Are you deaf?

Er Lengzi shrank his neck.

"I'm going to chase pheasants too."

"I didn't hear it."

Go forward again.

Behind a small shack for watching over a pump.

They found Zhao Qiaoyun again.

She was crouching in a sheltered spot from the wind.

The shoes that were sewn to come undone for the child.

Zhao Guangfu abruptly lifted the curtain.

Didn't you hear me calling you?

Zhao Qiaoyun was startled.

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

"The shack has a roof."

"The medicine can't get in."

Old Gu raised his hand and patted the straw mat.

Dust was falling straight down from the cracks.

"This piece of junk."

"Even the rain can't stop it."

"Can it even block medicine?"

Zhao Qiaoyun blushed.

He picked up the shoes and walked outside.

But Old Ding.

I've looked twice but still haven't found them.

The production team leader's forehead was covered in sweat.

He's hard of hearing.

"Perhaps it went deep inside."

Han Changsheng glanced at the bean field.

"The plane is coming from the south."

"He needs to be in the middle."

"I can't see it either."

Zhao Guangfu grabbed a bronze gong.

Thump along the edge of the ground.

bang.

bang.

bang.

The bean leaves swayed slightly.

Still no one came out.

Xu Chunyan looked down at the furrow.

There was a fresh mud footprint inside.

Keep heading east.

She followed the footprints for about a hundred steps.

We stopped next to an abandoned well.

Behind the well platform.

There were two bundles of pulled grass piled up.

The bundle of straw moved slightly.

Old Ding sat up from the back.

He still had a pipe in his mouth.

"Is it time to go out?"

Zhao Guangfu was so angry that his face turned blue.

"What time is it?"

"I'll go and bang the gong for half a day too."

"Can't you hear me?"

Old Ding turned his head to the side, turning his ear to the side.

"What?"

The production team leader hurried over.

Shout close to his ear.

"The plane needs to be sprayed with pesticide!"

Old Ding finally understood.

He patted his pants.

"Go ahead and fight."

"I'll also squat down behind the well."

"The plane won't touch me."

Xu Chunyan pulled him a step away.

"The plane won't be touched."

"The medicine can be found."

Old Ding was still not convinced.

"I went there a few years ago too."

"Sprinkle six powders on the ground."

"I've had my share too."

"Isn't everything alright now?"

Su Qingyun didn't argue with him.

He turned to look at Old Gu.

"Testing the water flow from the spray nozzles."

Old Gu nodded.

Have someone bring the ground sprayer over.

It only contains water.

The spray gun was placed at the edge of the bean field.

A northwest wind blows.

The water mist has just come out of the nozzle.

It immediately drifted southeast.

Old Gu had someone stand 30 meters away.

Three sheets of dry newspaper were placed on the ground.

The sprayer only ran for about ten breaths.

Take it back.

Three newspapers.

It's completely wet.

One of them.

The wet print seeped through to the back.

Old Ding stared at the newspaper.

The tobacco stalk was slowly lowered.

Old Gu handed him the wet wipes.

You can't see the fog.

"The fog can find you."

"The well platform can stop the wheels."

"It can't stop the wind."

Old Ding squeezed the wet paper.

He didn't argue anymore.

"middle."

"I'm going out too."

Zhao Guangfu looked at the three newspapers.

I also looked at the attendance book.

His expression darkened slightly.

"Seventy-eight people."

"It's not considered complete until even one is missing."

The production team leader nodded quickly.

"I'll go and order again."

"A single point."

……

Northwest of the field.

Designate a meeting point.

Two hundred meters from the work area.

It's not on the plane's turning line either.

Seventy-eight people.

They were arranged into three teams according to their production groups.

Each team leader cleans it once.

The production team leader did a thorough check.

Wei Dacheng's attendance record.

I checked it again.

Seventy-eight.

Not one was missing.

Su Qingyun pointed to the edge of the ground.

"Where are the livestock?"

Zhao Guangfu was stunned.

"What kind of livestock?"

Tian Xiaoman raised her hand and pointed east.

Outside the bean field.

Two mules were tied up.

a horse.

There were also six cows lying down.

Zhao Guangfu coughed.

"They're all outside the earth."

Han Changsheng looked at the wind bag.

"Downwind".

"The medicinal mist will pass."

Zhao Guangfu waved to the production team leader.

"Take him away."

The production team leader was somewhat reluctant to part with them.

"That horse is timid."

"Bring it back to the village."

"It's too much trouble to get another car this afternoon."

Zhao Guangfu turned around and glared at him.

"You think it's too much trouble."

"Should we make it stand here and drink its medicine?"

The production team leader didn't dare say anything more.

Quickly call someone to bring the livestock.

They were all moved to the outside of the upwind forest belt.

Three handcarts in the bean field.

Nine hoes.

Two buckets.

They moved everything out too.

A wooden pulley frame next to an abandoned well.

It can't be dismantled.

Wei Dacheng is shown on the map.

An obstacle was repaired.

Han Changsheng went over to take a look.

"Forty meters from the flight path."

"Plant tall flags outside."

"No one is allowed to come near."

This time, Zhao Guangfu didn't need anyone to urge him.

They planted the red flag themselves.

"Who's going to crawl in?"

"One day's work points will be deducted."

Old Ding heard it.

He spat on the ground.

"I also have hearing problems."

"Your eyes aren't blind."

"That wet newspaper."

I saw it too.

Someone in the crowd chuckled.

Zhao Guangfu raised his hand and pressed down.

"Don't laugh."

"I'll go too."

"Didn't you also think that lying down would be the solution?"

"Make sure everyone remembers this."

……

Clearance route.

It was decided that the south would advance and the north would exit.

Four militiamen.

The two walked eastward.

The two walked westward.

They met at the north end.

Then follow the middle farm road.

Repeat the check in reverse.

Pump room.

shack.

Well.

Haystack.

Each part needs to be examined carefully.

The signalman performs a final check.

After the clearing was completed.

Warning barriers were placed at four intersections.

Who went into the ground?

First, send a stop-flight signal.

After the plane landed.

The area was cleared again.

We cannot take the number from the previous flight.

Take over the next sortie.

Zhao Guangfu heard this.

His brows furrowed again.

"Seventy-eight times for each flight?"

Su Qingyun glanced at him.

"The person remains still."

"Meeting point".

"Someone left."

"Start all over again."

Zhao Guangfu rubbed his face.

"middle."

"I'll go today too, I don't mind the trouble."

"Seventy-five can be turned into seventy-eight."

"Let's save one more step."

"It seems like things are really going to go wrong."

The militiamen followed the route twice.

First time.

They missed looking behind the pump house.

Second time.

I forgot to check the haystack again.

Han Changsheng did not sign.

"Let's go again."

Zhao Guangfu looked up at the sun.

His mouth moved slightly.

They didn't urge me after all.

The third time.

The four met up at the north end.

Each of them brought back a blue cloth strip.

Three shacks.

An abandoned well.

I checked everything.

There were 78 people at the meeting point.

The livestock have been taken away.

The vehicle exited.

The intersection is under security.

Han Changsheng took the clearing order.

Watch it from beginning to end.

Only then did he sign his name.

Zhao Guangfu also picked up a fountain pen.

Write your name stroke by stroke.

Then he pressed his red handprint.

"people."

"Livestock."

"car."

"I also went to see all the refunds."

"This handprint."

"I'll go and acknowledge it too."

……

1:20 PM.

Northwest wind, level 2.

Record it three times in a row.

It's not chaotic.

The actual length of the track is 688 meters.

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.

Four thousand two hundred kilograms of liquid medicine.

All seals are correct.

Gao Jianjun turned the abacus twice.

"Unit 1".

"The first flight weighed 960 kilograms."

"Unit 2."

"Nine hundred and eighty kilograms."

"The actual weight did not exceed the limit."

Han Changsheng sat in Unit 1.

First, look at the white cloth at the southern entrance.

Then I looked at the border flags on all four sides.

Finally, we looked towards the meeting point.

Seventy-eight people.

Everything is outside the red rope.

"Clear the area?"

Tian Xiaoman held up the confirmation slip.

"The work area is empty!"

"The livestock have been evacuated!"

"Vehicles and equipment have been withdrawn!"

"All areas are under security!"

"A headcount of seventy-eight people!"

"Not one less!"

Han Changsheng nodded.

"Remember the takeoff."

The first aircraft overran the runway.

The second aircraft followed closely behind and took off.

Zhao Guangfu stood at the front of the assembly point.

My eyes weren't on the plane.

First, keep an eye on your seventy-eight people.

Unit 1 lowered its head.

Follow the white cloth into the ground.

The medicinal mist spread along the bean ridges.

When passing by abandoned wells.

There was nothing behind the well platform.

There was no one in the haystack.

Old Ding stood behind the red rope.

He raised his hand and touched his ear.

I glanced at the wet newspaper again.

Logically speaking...

"I'm going too, I really want to squat there."

"It's time for a medicated bath."

The woman next to him curled her lip.

"You're still washing?"

"I'll probably have to lie on the kang (heated brick bed) when I get home."

Old Ding didn't reply.

Only go behind the red rope.

They took another half step back.

During the second loading of explosives.

A boy who's not quite grown up.

I want to go back to the field to get my slingshot.

I just stepped over the red rope.

Zhao Guangfu grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"You brat."

"Is a life not worth the price of a slingshot?"

Er Lengzi struggled a couple of times.

They couldn't break free.

"I'll go too, just to the edge of the field."

"Even the landside is unsuitable."

Zhao Guangfu threw him back into the ranks.

He then shouted to the signalman.

Has the number of people changed?

The signalman checked it again.

"Seventy-eight!"

"Everything's here!"

Zhao Guangfu then released his grip.

"fly."

……

Five sorties.

It flew until it got dark.

Before each takeoff.

All meeting points were recounted.

Seventy-eight.

Seventy-eight.

Still seventy-eight.

The last aircraft landed.

The warning barriers were only raised at the four corners.

Old Gu checked the spray nozzles first.

There was no traffic jam.

There was no leakage.

Gao Jianjun lay on the cover of the oil tanker.

The abacus was turned twice.

"Five sorties."

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

Tian Xiaoman was holding the medicine tent.

They then immediately began counting off.

"Installation solution".

"Four thousand two hundred kilograms."

Not a drop left.

Wei Dacheng spread out the map.

Donggang soybeans.

All marked with a red pencil.

"Practical exercises".

"Two thousand eight hundred mu."

"Nothing was missing."

"No boundary was crossed."

"All correct."

Zhao Guangfu took the worksheet.

Then they handed over the clearance confirmation form.

I watched it from beginning to end.

See the number seventy-eight.

My fingers paused for a moment.

"President Su."

"I'm going today too."

"That counts as calling for three living people."

I learned a lesson.

"There are three people missing from the field."

"It's not that we're short three work point tickets."

"It's because you underestimated three lives."

Su Qingyun pushed the inkpad over.

"What about spraying pesticides later?"

Zhao Guangfu pressed his fingerprint again.

"First, check the attendance record to identify the attendees."

"Clear the shacks on the land again."

"People didn't stand at the assembly point."

"No one is allowed to finish explaining."

Old Ding heard this from behind.

He shouted a reply.

"Hard of hearing."

"Pull some out separately!"

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

Zhao Guangfu didn't scold him either.

She simply pointed at him.

"I'll start with you, you old deaf man."

……

The next afternoon.

Xu Chunyan returned from Xiangyang Brigade.

She placed the follow-up examination form on the table.

"Donggang soybeans".

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

"Nothing was missing."

"Those seventy-eight people who were cleared out."

"Neither of them used any medicine."

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.

Work area clearance confirmation form.

There are fourteen 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.

Works on the Northern Wilderness (Part 1 & 2)

He handed over the clearance confirmation form.

It was pressed behind the ground-to-air signal unit.

Then he took out that soaking wet newspaper.

Let it dry and then fold it.

A piece was sandwiched inside.

Wei Dacheng counted them once.

"That makes fourteen items."

Su Qingyun closed the folder.

"One picture."

Fourteen items.

"One thing is missing."

"It's not finished yet."

Han Changsheng stood at the door.

I glanced at the bean field in the distance.

"The plane is in the air."

"No one can be seen hiding in the furrows."

Su Qingyun locked the metal cabinet.

"Even the medicine fog doesn't recognize the attendance book."

"Yes, I admit it."

"When it falls."

Is there anyone down there?