Every day, sounding stations around the world, regardless of time zone, launch sounding balloons at a uniform time to record atmospheric data, and exchange data within a specified time to obtain the most accurate weather data.

The most important job of the station keeper every day is to detect the air balloon.

The procedure steps are also very simple.

Take the latex balloon, flush the helium, release it regularly, record the data of the sonde, and upload it to the international radio station.

Finish!

Shenzhou Hoh Xil Meteorological Station is unique in the world.

Before the mid-90s, there were no ultra-high-altitude weather stations in China, let alone ultra-high-altitude sounding balloons.

That year, the World Meteorological Congress was held, and the World Gas Organization sent a team of top scientists to the snowy plateau, and after many days of field investigation, the world's highest sounding station was set at my feet.

The Hoh Xil sounding station is the result of the joint creation of Shenzhou and Shiqi Organization.

Due to the harsh environment here, the World Gas Organization did not require the Hoh Xil Sounding Station to shoot air balloons every day.

Instead, they hit one every seventy-two hours.

"Every seventy-two hours, a sounding balloon is released."

"Every morning before 10 a.m., the Hoh Xil station sends real-time data of sounding balloons to the radio station of the World Gas headquarters. For the rest, just keep a record." "Sounding balloons are the most important thing. It's the most stocked here."

"Helium cylinders below ten, sounding balloons less than fifty, sondes below six units, report to headquarters immediately. They'll send it."

After carefully and mechanically explaining, Zeng Jian hooked his fingers and led me out to the weather station, introduced me next to each other, and explained them one by one.

Temperature and humidity sensor, rain gauge, wind speed and vanometer, meteorological louver box, solar radiation measuring instrument, ultraviolet sensor, rain and snow meter, barometric pressure sensor, sunshine hour sensor......

Compared with the taciturn at the time of the handover earlier, Zeng Jian was particularly excited when introducing the equipment, touching the pieces of cold and old instruments, as if he was touching his most beloved relatives.

Even, far exceeding.

From the taciturn just now to the current eloquent conversation, I can tell that Zeng Jian already has feelings for the weather station he guards.

"If the solar panel circuit of the temperature and humidity, sunshine hours, and ultraviolet sensor is broken, you can fix it, and if you can't fix it, you can record it with ordinary instruments."

"The weather shutter box is broken. If you can fix it, you can fix it, and if you can't, you don't need to record it."

"The rain gauge is completely scrapped, have you brought a new one?"

"Don't falsify the sounding data, this represents the motherland. We eat with the wages of the motherland, earn the face of the motherland, and we must be worthy of our conscience."

"And the red flag. If you wish, the sun rises and the sun sets. If you don't want to, once a week."

"Every day at three o'clock in the afternoon, clairvoyance will pass by, and one day we will be photographed raising and lowering the red flag."

"Cow dung and sheep dung, remember to pick up more. It can save lives."

As if explaining his last words, Zeng Jian spoke without stopping for more than ten minutes, and his face became more and more ugly.

After staying in the plateau for a long time, the super ultraviolet burning will make people's skin red, and then sunburn, peeling, scabbing, and blackening.

The most painful thing is that the eyes will be afraid of light and tears.

Zeng Jian is all occupied!

The scabbed and scab-red face was ugly and oozing.

Especially the terrible appearance of him clutching his chest and wheezing in pain made me grit my teeth.

When I got to the back, Zeng Jian was speechless, but the most determined look in those eyes was like two knives poking deep into my heart.

I will never forget it!

When I was handling the handover, I saw that Zeng Jian had been here for a full thirteen months.

Those who can persist in this environment for thirteen months are the toughest iron men in the world.

You know, from the beginning of the establishment of the weather station in the last century to the time I took over, in just nine years, there were 15 station keepers who came here.

The shortest of them stayed for a month before disappearing.

helped Zeng Jian into the room, took out the medicine given by the man in the windbreaker and fed him to take it, and touched his pulse by the way.

This person is basically useless!

If I don't come, he will definitely not last three months.

Even if he can return to the mainland, he will only live on drugs for the rest of his life.

How long you live, depends on God's mood and his own perseverance.

After inhaling the last oxygen cylinder, Zeng Jian, who had come up with the effect of the medicine, returned to his light a little, struggled and forcibly got up and went out the door, and did not ask me to follow.

Through the window, I saw Zeng Jian staggering into the weather station again, touching and kissing every piece of equipment and facilities, and finally kneeling down under the red flag pole and holding the red flag pole and crying bitterly. Look at the book

Bald Lao Liang once told me that there are many mountain guards and island keepers who will hug the trees and cry when they return to the earthly world.

Before, I didn't believe it.

Now, I believe it!

After emptying the cargo, I helped deliver Zeng's package to his Pajero SUV and filled it with diesel.

Although it is more difficult than Thang Long Island, the material reserves are quite sufficient.

During the time when I was unloading the team's supplies, Zeng Jian called the headquarters through the radio and reported that the successor to the station, the boy teacher, had arrived.

This call was confirmed by the headquarters.

I don't know how Headquarters reacted to learning that I had arrived at the Hoh Xil weather station within the allotted time limit, but I was clear about one thing.

Long Guangyao's desire to extend my sentence was completely frustrated.

By the time Zeng Jian came out, I had already lowered the red flag, folded it neatly, and presented it to him with both hands.

For my move, Zeng Jian was quite surprised and moved!

The red flag is the faith we guard!

Where the red flag is, it is all Han soil!

This is what we insist on!

"You can keep it."

"You keep it! I've got it!"

"New?"

"Old!"

There was no too much nonsense, nothing to rely on, and no relief and pleasure from the sea of suffering, Zeng Jian and I just stood like this, and the other drove away.

One cycle ends here, and another cycle begins again!

The flying dust was blown away by the wind, and the car that turned the valley disappeared. The roar of the tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff that followed Zeng Jian was finally heard.