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

The route connection record sheet of the advanced squadron.

I just locked it in the metal cabinet.

Han Changsheng opened the cabinet door again.

Wei Dacheng raised his head.

"What's wrong?"

Han Changsheng drew out eighteen slips of paper.

One by one.

Place it on the table.

"The weather forecast says it's possible to fly."

"They cleared the area because there was no one there."

"The maintenance crew said there's nothing wrong with the plane."

"Medicine. Fuel. Flight route."

"People have signed them all."

Tian Xiaoman leaned closer.

"Isn't this complete?"

Han Changsheng raised his eyelids.

"Then I'll go ask you too."

"The last character, 'fly'."

"Who said that?"

Tian Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

"A signalman?"

Old Gu came in from the maintenance hangar.

Put the wrench on the table.

"The signalman only manages the flag."

"Does he know how much medicine is in the container?"

Wei Dacheng pushed up his glasses.

"The local official in charge?"

Xu Chunyan shook her head.

"He knew to clear the area."

"But he didn't know either."

"Has the nozzle flow rate changed?"

The room fell silent.

Su Qingyun flipped through the eighteen lists.

Each one has a handprint.

Each one only deals with one thing.

All eighteen people were right.

But nobody mentions the eighteen things.

They were combined into one flight.

Suddenly, the sound of a car came from outside the door.

A Beijing Jeep.

A Jiefang truck followed behind.

It stopped at the entrance of the duty room.

The car door opened.

First, a middle-aged man wearing a gray woolen overcoat got off.

He was carrying a briefcase.

Then a broad-shouldered man came down from behind.

A map clip was tucked under his arm.

After the broad-shouldered man entered the room.

I first glanced at the eighteen slips of paper on the table.

Then he looked at Su Qingyun.

Only then did he extend his hand.

"That Comrade Su Qingyun, right?"

"I'm going to Qianjin Commune too."

"Red Star Brigade".

"Secretary Du Hongsheng."

Su Qingyun shook hands with him.

"Secretary Du."

Which plot of land?

Du Hongsheng spread out the diagram.

"Dongdadian soybeans".

"Three thousand six hundred mu."

"Meadow borer."

"Ten networks and fifty-one articles."

The man in the gray coat also came over.

He took it out of his briefcase.

Take out a letter of introduction.

"Agricultural Division of the Provincial State Farms Administration Bureau"

"Zhou Kejian".

"I'll go there too."

"First, I'll look at your homework."

"Secondly, take a look at these eighteen tables."

Zhou Kejian looked down and flipped through a few pages.

His brows slowly furrowed.

"A picture of insects."

"One sheet of oil."

"One ticket even if it's cleared out."

Logically speaking...

"During the busy farming season, speed is key."

"There are too many watches."

"Will this affect the schedule?"

Du Hongsheng quickly added a comment.

"Director Zhou is right."

"I also went to copy these tables yesterday."

"Copying until midnight."

"If we add more today..."

Su Qingyun did not argue.

Only eighteen orders.

Put it back into the canvas bag.

"Go to the field."

"Let's get airborne first."

……

On the edge of Dongdadian.

Two An-2 helicopters.

It has already stopped beside the runway.

The medicine barrels were arranged in two rows.

The full number of the bucket is written down.

The navigation markers at both the north and south ends.

It was all painted white.

Du Hongsheng got out of the car.

He first pointed around the area.

"The track is 708 meters long."

"Ninety-two people in the field."

"It's all been cleared out."

"Four guards."

"Four substitutes."

Even the horses that pull the cart.

I also went and got tied up upwind.

Zhou Kejian picked up the clearing order.

I checked the time.

"Signed at 9:10?"

Du Hongsheng nodded.

"right."

"And now?"

Du Hongsheng glanced at his watch.

"10:40."

Zhou Kejian didn't ask any more questions.

Old Gu had already crawled under the wing.

Check each nozzle one by one.

Tian Xiaoman led a group of people.

Samples were taken from eighteen medicine barrels.

Wei Dacheng was holding a steel ruler.

Re-verify the route markers.

Xiao Fan held up the anemometer.

Record it every ten minutes.

11:20.

Northwest wind, level 2.

The wind direction is consistent at all three locations.

The runway surface is hard.

Both ends are empty.

The nozzle flow rate was correct within half a minute.

Five thousand four hundred kilograms of liquid medicine.

The sampling at the top, middle, and bottom is consistent.

The oil is clear and translucent.

There were no water droplets.

Gao Jianjun turned the abacus twice.

"Unit 1".

"The first flight weighed 900 kilograms."

"Unit 2."

"Nine hundred kilograms."

"None of them exceeded the limit."

Du Hongsheng glanced at the sun.

He raised his hand and waved at the plane.

"All of them are here!"

"Fly!"

The engines of two airplanes.

It's already ringing.

The ground crew was about to remove the wheel chocks.

Suddenly, three metallic clanging sounds came from the southeast corner.

when.

when.

when.

The signalman immediately raised the red flag.

Cross them above your head.

But Du Hongsheng was facing away from the southeast corner.

I didn't see it at all.

He was still waving at the ground crew.

"Let's retreat!"

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Tian Xiaoman rushed over.

He pressed down on the wheel chock.

Han Changsheng also reduced the throttle.

He leaned out halfway.

"Who shouted 'Fly'?"

Du Hongsheng was stunned.

"I went to shout too."

"Hasn't everything been inspected?"

Han Changsheng raised his chin towards the southeast.

"Two red flags".

"Which form did you check to see that?"

Du Hongsheng turned around.

His face froze instantly.

Southeast guards are frantically waving flags.

There was a boy who was about half a year old standing next to him.

They also ran this way.

Su Qingyun raised her hand.

"Shut down."

The engine slowly shut off.

The group rushed to the southeast end.

I just saw the end of the farm road.

There was an oxcart parked there.

An old lady was sitting in the car.

He was also holding a burlap sack in his arms.

The cart shaft got stuck in the ditch.

The oxcart could not move forward.

It won't work in the future either.

Du Hongsheng's face darkened.

"Who let you in?"

The old lady tugged at her headscarf.

"I'll also go deliver corn cakes to the fields."

"During the morning clearing process."

I wasn't here either.

"The plane hasn't taken off yet."

"I figured I could just walk over there and it would be fine."

Du Hongsheng kicked the wheel.

"Didn't you see the red string?"

The old lady shrank her neck.

"I saw it."

"I also went around from the bottom of the ditch."

Old Gu spat.

"Pooh."

"A red rope can stop a leg."

"I can't stop you from having that kind of ability."

Zhou Kejian stood to the side.

I glanced at the clearance notice again.

9:10.

Clearance complete.

Ninety-two people.

Not one was missing.

But now.

There was an extra oxcart inside.

There was also an old lady.

Du Hongsheng wiped his face.

Logically speaking...

"I also went to shout 'Fly!'"

"The clearing order was signed."

Su Qingyun glanced at him.

"Signed at 9:10."

"I can't control 11:20."

"All eighteen tables are correct."

"Someone has to be there before takeoff."

"Ask again."

Zhou Kejian turned the clearing order back.

No more mentions of tables.

He simply raised his hand towards the oxcart.

"Get the person out first."

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Several militiamen went down into the ditch.

Lift the cart shaft.

Pushing the wheel.

Finally, they got the oxcart out.

The old lady had just stepped out of the cordon.

Du Hongsheng grabbed the production team leader.

"People are even stationed in the ditches."

Don't make a big deal out of nothing.

"They've been too busy guarding the great path."

"Isn't a side path a road?"

The production team leader nodded quickly.

"I'll go and add one right away."

"Add two more."

"I don't believe it either."

"Some people can even squeeze in through a rat hole."

……

Su Qingyun returned to the medicine cart.

From the canvas bag.

Take out a blank sheet of paper.

This time, Wei Dacheng didn't need anyone to call him.

The pen has already been handed over.

Su Qingyun continued writing.

Flight schedule and dispatch order.

Work site.

Flights.

Airplane number.

pilot.

Liquid volume.

Oil level.

Spray dosage.

The starting number of the route.

Current weather forecast.

Work area clearance and verification.

Warning point report.

Ground-to-air signal.

Spraying equipment.

The aircraft is released by maintenance personnel.

Pilot confirmed.

Dispatcher.

Release time.

Reason for suspension.

Recovery time.

Tian Xiaoman looked down and counted them once.

"Nineteen items."

Zhou Kejian took the order.

From start to finish.

"Each flight."

"Ask them again?"

Su Qingyun nodded.

"The medicine has been repackaged."

"The wind has picked up again."

"People can come back in."

"The last one was accurate."

"We can't control the next sortie."

Du Hongsheng rubbed his face.

"Then who shouted 'Fly'?"

Su Qingyun handed the list to Wei Dacheng.

"Each entity should only report on what it is responsible for."

"The reports were all accurate."

"The dispatcher said takeoff is cleared."

"Not a single reply."

"Even if the Party Secretary shouts it out, it doesn't count."

Du Hongsheng's face turned slightly red.

But he glanced at the oxcart that had just been pushed out.

In the end, there was no argument.

"middle."

"I'm going today too."

"Keep your mouth shut first."

……

11:50.

Released back into the air.

Wei Dacheng stood between the two planes.

He was holding up a dispatch slip.

"meteorological?"

Xiao Fan held up the anemometer.

"Northwest wind!"

"Two meters and seven inches per second!"

"All three parts are consistent!"

"Clear the area?"

The militia company commander went to the four guard posts.

One by one, they waved their flags.

Four white flags.

Raise them one by one.

"There's no one here!"

"The oxcart has set off!"

"All areas are under security!"

"Signal?"

The signalman held up two red flags.

Cross them once above your head.

Then he quickly put it down.

"Stop spraying signal valid!"

"White cloth for arrival in place!"

"Maintenance?"

Old Gu was under the number one wing.

Peek out.

"Nozzle. Fuel line. Operation."

"All correct!"

"Medicine?"

Tian Xiaoman held up three sample bottles.

"Barrel numbers one through six!"

"Re-mix before installation!"

"Filter twice!"

"Nine hundred kilograms!"

"route?"

Both the north and south ends.

At the same time, they raised up sign number one.

"Number One, start!"

"Same number at both ends!"

"pilot?"

Han Changsheng got out of the cockpit.

Extend a hand.

"confirm."

Wei Dacheng lowered his head.

Sign your name in the last column.

"Clearance for takeoff!"

This time.

Only he shouted "Fly!"

Remove the wheel chocks.

Two An-2 helicopters.

They rushed off the track one after the other.

Du Hongsheng stood to the side.

His mouth remained closed.

Once all the planes were in the air.

He slowly exhaled.

"I also served as a Party Secretary for over ten years."

"This is the first time I've heard of this."

"You can't just casually use the word 'fly'."

Zhou Kejian signed the first dispatch order.

I watched it again.

"It's not that you can't shout."

"It's referring to the past."

"Someone has to ask all the questions."

……

During the third loading of explosives.

West End Warning Point.

They haven't raised the white flag yet.

Du Hongsheng glanced at it twice.

I'm a little anxious.

"I can see it from there too."

"Nobody's here."

"Let's sign it first."

Wei Dacheng held a fountain pen.

Didn't move.

"The alert point did not respond."

"I can't sign either."

Du Hongsheng opened his mouth.

I was just about to urge them.

He swallowed his words back.

"Then let's wait."

"I'm not going to compete for the 'fly' part either."

A teenager riding a bicycle.

I ran along the edge of the field.

He was panting heavily when he got back.

"The guard at the west end has a stomachache."

"When I got there too."

"He's squatting in the ditch."

"The flag is on the ground."

Du Hongsheng's face immediately darkened.

"What about the substitutes?"

The production team leader lowered his head.

"I'll go get the substitutes to load the medicine too."

Logically speaking...

"Just away for a little while..."

Du Hongsheng raised his hand.

He shut down the rest of his sentence.

"Don't follow the logic."

"Call them back."

"There are no replacements at the warning point."

"Would an extra pair of hands make a medicine cart fly?"

The substitute rushed back to the west end.

The white flag is raised.

The third sortie.

Only then was the dispatch order issued and the bird released.

The next two sorties.

Before each takeoff.

All nineteen items were reported again.

The wind hasn't changed.

No more people were brought in after the area was cleared out.

But no one said anything.

I reported that last time.

This time, there's no need to report it.

……

Before it gets dark.

The last aircraft landed.

Old Gu checked the spray nozzles first.

There was no traffic jam.

The traffic volume remained unchanged.

Gao Jianjun lay on the cover of the oil tanker.

The abacus was turned twice.

"Five sorties."

"Using 1,020 liters of oil."

Tian Xiaoman was holding the medicine tent.

They then immediately began counting off.

"Installation solution".

"Five thousand four hundred kilograms."

"Six kilograms of liquid remain."

"Recycle according to regulations."

Wei Dacheng spread out the map.

Dongdadian soybeans.

Ninety flight routes.

Mark each line with a red pencil.

"Practical exercises".

"Three thousand six hundred mu."

"The launch was cancelled twice."

"One-time clearance operation failed."

"One alert went unreported."

"No re-brought."

"Nothing was missing."

"All correct."

Xu Chunyan placed the paper on the ground.

They were laid out one by one.

Local area.

In the ground.

Earth tail.

The medicine was applied evenly.

Du Hongsheng took the worksheet.

Five more flights were released and dispatched.

Flip through it from beginning to end.

Upon seeing the record of the first flight being aborted.

My fingers paused for a moment.

"President Su."

"I'm going today too."

"It's called 'Flying'."

"His mouth was shut up."

"All eighteen people were right."

"Don't ask one more question."

"Ox carts can still be parked under airplanes."

Su Qingyun pushed the inkpad over.

"Who's going to shout 'Fly' from now on?"

Du Hongsheng pressed his fingerprint again.

"Who cares?"

"Who will reply?"

"The dispatcher didn't ask all the questions."

"I'll go and shout myself hoarse too."

"It's not exactly letting loose."

The production team leader stood at the back.

He added quietly.

"I'll go to the back too."

"They're no longer arresting the guards for loading explosives."

Old Gu raised his eyelids.

"You'd better not take the old lady to deliver your food either."

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

Du Hongsheng also smiled.

After laughing.

He glanced at Zhou Kejian again.

"Director Zhou."

"This is the nineteenth table."

"I wouldn't mind going too many times."

Zhou Kejian opened his briefcase.

Nineteen blank forms.

They put them in one by one.

"I also went there before."

"That's too much."

"Let's look at it now."

"It's not the watch that's blocking the plane."

"These are the tables."

"The lucky escape got stuck on the ground."

……

The next afternoon.

Xu Chunyan returned from the Red Star Brigade.

She handed over the follow-up examination report.

It was placed on the table.

"Dongdadian soybeans".

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

"Ninety routes."

"Nothing was missing."

"The old lady and the cow."

"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.

Operational meteorological continuous observation report.

Medicine preparation and acceptance form.

Spray dosage calibration sheet.

Route connection record sheet.

Flight schedule and dispatch order.

There are nineteen 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.

Northern Wilderness Voyage, Part 17.

He released the sorties and signed the dispatch orders.

It was placed after the route connection record sheet.

Then I took the first one.

The dispatch order stated that the flight had been cancelled.

A piece was sandwiched inside.

Wei Dacheng counted them once.

"That makes nineteen items."

Su Qingyun closed the folder.

"One picture."

"Nineteen items."

"One thing is missing."

"It's not finished yet."

……

After winter sets in.

Document from the Provincial State Farms Administration.

It was delivered to the work station.

Kraft paper envelope.

Red head.

It bears an official seal.

Zhou Kejian added a sentence at the end.

Northern Wilderness Agricultural Aviation Operation Methods.

Trial implementation.

Nineteen attachments.

Each farm.

Each commune.

Follow the instructions in the table.

Tian Xiaoman held the documents in her hands.

From start to finish.

His mouth remained open.

"President Su."

"I'll go to these tables too."

"Has it really become the rule?"

Old Gu took the document.

First, look at the page about spraying equipment.

Then check the dosage calibration.

"What do you mean, 'yours'?"

"These are all clogged sprinklers."

"Block the oil pipe."

"It's a matter of life and death."

"It was built up through repeated collisions."

Xu Chunyan turned to the medicine preparation.

The finger is on the words "mother fluid".

It stopped for a moment.

"To other places later."

"It can prevent one nozzle from getting clogged."

"It wasn't a waste of time to write it."

Han Changsheng remained silent.

He put the page on the sortie page.

I watched it twice on my own.

Only then did they put the document.

Put it back on the table.

The following spring.

Three new An-2 aircraft.

It landed on the extended runway.

The county also removed the old wooden sign at the entrance.

The new cards have been replaced.

Beihuang Agricultural Aviation Operation Station.

Tian Xiaoman became a formal pharmacy dispenser.

Wei Dacheng is in charge of all station dispatch and archiving.

Xu Chunyan led the technical team.

Training began for each commune.

Old Gu led six apprentices.

Who would dare touch the nozzle with a sack of needles?

He spat on me first.

Han Changsheng still flew the first plane.

Before each launch.

They all stretched their hands towards the ground.

Waiting for that sentence.

Cleared for takeoff.

Su Qingyun stood in front of the metal cabinet.

Put the last stack of documents down.

It was locked inside.

The cabinet is made from the northern wilderness.

Arranged for the seventh voyage to the Northern Wilderness.

In each folder.

There is a picture for each.

A stack of tables.

There's one more.

Something that almost caused someone to suffer a loss.

Wet newspaper.

Records of medicinal mud.

Elliptical spray nozzle.

White-edged test spray paper.

Order dispatching is suspended.

Tian Xiaoman stood at the door.

He raised his hand and pointed towards the track.

"President Su."

"The new plane is waiting."

"To fly or not to fly?"

Su Qingyun closed the cabinet door.

He turned to look at the nineteen slips of paper.

"Don't ask me, I'm going too."

"First, ask about the location."

"Ask the wind again."

"Ask about medicine."

"Ask about airplanes."

"Finally, ask someone."

Outside.

Wei Dacheng had already raised the dispatch order.

One by one.

Let's begin taking attendance.

Su Qingyun walked to the edge of the track.

I didn't urge them.

I didn't answer for anyone.

Up to the nineteenth item.

All reports were accurate.

That sound of letting go.

It then rang out clearly.

Two An-2 fighter jets rushed forward.

The third aircraft followed closely behind.

Airplanes don't discriminate based on rank.

They don't care who has the loudest voice.

It acknowledges that.

Before takeoff.

Everything that needs to be done.

Whether it has actually been implemented or not.