In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 128 Disassembling the Dongfeng dump truck engine to diagnose the problem

The reason why the disturbance occurred in Yongjun Village was because Ma Huijie intervened behind the scenes.

One day, my third uncle specially led his brothers to one of Ma Huijie's project offices in town.

Sure enough, Hou Wanshan happened to run into the village chief of Yongjun Village. However, the man carefully escaped through the back door. But with Hou Wanshan's sharp eyes and strong control, how could he not find out that it was the village chief of Yongjun Village?

He has photos of the village chiefs of all 11 villages in Luhe Town, not just the village that supports the army.

Qi Dadu was thinking that perhaps Ma Huijie hadn't gotten any advantage in Luhe Town, which was why he was continuing to mess with Third Brother.

But it's hard to say what the real situation is.

Perhaps we can find out when we take the engine apart, but Third Brother is clearly hesitant, otherwise he would definitely remind Yu Dawei to check the cause of the car's malfunction.

Hou Wanshan was preoccupied with the car issue and didn't even consider Ma Huijie a threat.

If Ma Huijie comes looking for trouble again afterward, he will not hold back this time, no matter who is behind him.

When the three arrived at the north side of Qiqihar City, it was already dawn.

The dark clouds in the east began to be enveloped by the light of dawn, presenting a magical interweaving of inky black and crimson.

On the Nianzishan section of Qiqihar Road, trucks occasionally pass by, but very few. For extended periods, there are hardly any cars at all; in this day and age, private cars on the roads are truly pitifully few.

Yu Dawei rested in the car for a while before he arrived because he still had work to do.

When we arrived at the destination, I was woken up by Qi Dadu (Big Belly Qi).

Yu Dawei looked up and glanced at the long line of more than a dozen cars. Next to it was a temporary guesthouse, and next to it was a repair shop, but it didn't seem to be open.

"The first car broke down, so we quickly towed the broken-down car toward the town. Then one after another, they broke down, but thankfully we finally arrived at this small town," Qi Dadu explained.

It's called a small town, but it's really just two rows of dirt roads on the main road, a few restaurants across the street, and accommodations and repair shops on this side. You have to go further away to see what a real town looks like.

This place is more like a rest stop in a service area.

After getting off the bus, the group went to the steamed bun shop across the street for breakfast.

After Uncle San brought Yu Dawei over, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief and showed off eight fist-sized steamed buns in one go.

"It's quite far from town. I'll have Qi Daduqi drive over and buy you all the daily necessities later," Uncle San instructed, then asked Yu Dawei for his opinion, "Do you need to sleep for a while?"

"No need." Yu Dawei patted his left biceps with his right hand: "Great, I can handle it!"

Third Uncle pursed his lips and ate another steamed bun.

This kid is only 23 years old this year. In his eyes, he's still pretty much the same as when he was a child.

Recently, through the "Village-to-Village Connectivity" project, he got to know Dawei again and now cherishes this great-nephew from the bottom of his heart.

The other party has already inherited some of the true essence of his thinking and behavior, and can also see some of the second brother's influence in his interpersonal skills. With a little more training in the future, he will definitely be able to stand on his own.

“Alright, let’s get started after we finish eating. Let Baldy and Big Belly Qi help you out.” Third Uncle leaned back in his wooden chair and added, “The car is broken now, but everyone’s fine, so you can have as many people as you need.”

"We don't need too many people at the beginning. I'll take apart one or two engines first to see what's going on," Yu Dawei subtly expressed his thoughts.

Third Uncle remained silent, as did Fourth Baldy and Big Belly Qi.

Most of the people in the convoy were from Minquan Village, and many of them had been following their third uncle since the beginning. With so many years of brotherhood, it would be very painful to deal with if they found out that it was an inside job.

"You decide what to do," Uncle San seemed to have made up his mind.

After finishing the last steamed bun, Yu Dawei also drank the egg drop soup in his bowl clean.

Third Uncle is a very rational yet emotional person. He has always known what to do, but this time he hesitated, which Yu Dawei noticed in the car.

However, regardless of the circumstances, it is impossible to draw a definitive conclusion at this time as to whether the engine was tampered with.

We'll only know for sure if we tear it down now. Wouldn't it be better if it turned out to be not?

My third uncle is so disillusioned with human nature that he doesn't see this possibility as a good one.

The sun in the east had already surpassed the morning glow, descending upon this world with unparalleled splendor.

Taking advantage of the morning light, Yu Dawei arrived at the convoy outside the small hotel and observed the brand of the dump trucks used by his third uncle's convoy.

All the trucks were blue, and unlike modern trucks, they had long, large hoods and were loaded with sand and gravel in the back.

Yu Dawei smiled slightly; it had been many years since he had seen such an old truck.

One advantage of this old-fashioned tipper truck during maintenance is that the engine can be removed simply by opening the front hood without moving the cab.

"So it's a Dongfeng 140, a classic of its time." Yu Dawei stroked the truck body, his gaze drifting into the distance. There were eleven Dongfeng dump trucks in total, but they varied in age. The one he was touching was clearly old and worn out; the cargo bed had been raised with wooden planks, mainly to carry more sand and gravel.

New trucks don't need this, but other older trucks have basically made corresponding improvements to their cargo beds. The sand and gravel are covered with a layer of tarpaulin, which is also a type of polyethylene tarpaulin.

"How about it, Boss Xiao? Can we start now?" Qi Dadu and Si Tuzi came to Yu Dawei's side and asked.

"Sure, but I came in a rush and didn't bring any tools." Yu Dawei turned to the two of them. "We need to find some tools first."

“No problem, leave it to the two of us.” Qi Dadu confidently patted his round belly. “You can use any tools from the repair shop next door. I’ll have him open the door right now.”

Yu Dawei watched the two figures hurrying away, and after a moment of surprise, he shook his head with a wry smile. It turned out that their parking of the convoy here was premeditated.

We don't need the repairman here, but we do need his tools—just like my third uncle's personality.

"All done." Not long after, the metal door of the repair shop next door opened, and the bald man walked out, grabbing the repair shop owner by the neck.

When he saw Yu Dawei, he subconsciously restrained his movements. After letting go of Yu Dawei's hand, the bald man didn't forget to straighten the wrinkled clothes of the repair shop owner.

"Boss Xiao, come and pick out whatever tools you want. There are also new clothes for repairs. The boss is very generous and said you can use them as you please." After saying this, the bald man turned around and gave the repair shop owner a smile.

The repair shop owner had never seen anything like this before, and nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's right, that's right, use it as you like, use it as you like."

"Stop bullying honest people, hurry up and help." Yu Dawei rolled his eyes and strode over to the repair shop.

He glanced at the tools in the room. Great! There was even an air pump and a pneumatic wrench! It seemed this boss's business was doing quite well.

"Okay!" Baldy replied quickly, then looked at the repair shop owner next to him, "Go on with your work, I'll call you if I need anything."

"Okay, okay!" The repair shop owner dared not refuse and quickly ran into the yard through another small door.

"Where's Third Uncle?" Yu Dawei turned around and glanced at Qi Dadu.

"He drove to the construction site. He needs to inform the leaders there, and also see if other trucks can help haul away the sand and gravel first," Qi Dadudu explained while picking up his tools.

"You don't need to take all the tools out, just some heavy-duty wrenches and sockets will do." Yu Dawei walked to the base of the wall and took out two heavy-duty wrenches, four or five wrench heads, and two extension tubes from the plastic bucket containing tools.

He then found an empty bucket, threw all the items into it, and then ran to the tool rack to get some small to medium-sized adjustable wrenches.

As for the air pump, it's not needed yet; we'll talk about it when we get the engine out.

If Yu Dawei remembers correctly, the Dongfeng 140's engine has four cylinders and weighs about 500 kilograms. It is a diesel engine.

To get this engine out, we'd definitely need a stand. Luckily, there was a tripod in front of the repair shop, about the same size as the one Yu Dawei had welded before.

In the morning, everyone in the convoy saw a young man arrive, and he even had two junior leaders, Baldy and Big Belly, assist him. They quickly got dressed, ready to help Yu Dawei.

My third uncle's convoy has two mechanics who travel with the convoy. They are there to fix any flat tires or other problems that arise.

Upon seeing the car repair shop, the two of them quickly ran over to help.

However, Yu Dawei politely declined, not because he didn't need it, but because he didn't trust it.

He, along with Baldy and Big Belly, first randomly disassembled two engines to check what was wrong before making any further decisions.

The Dongfeng 140's engine is somewhat different from that of an excavator, at least in terms of space, it is more cramped.

For obese people like Qi Dadu, doing chores is extremely difficult.

However, the bald man was quite adept at disassembling parts, twisting them with ease; perhaps this is a common trait among craftsmen.

With the help of these two people, Yu Dawei's disassembly process was very fast. After the connecting parts around the engine were almost completely removed, they pushed over the repair shop's tripod, hung the chain hoist on it, and tied the steel cables to both sides of the engine.

Once everything was secured, Yu Dawei asked Qi Daduzi and Si Tuzi to keep an eye on the engine so it wouldn't scrape the surrounding area, while he quickly pulled the chain hoist.

It was at this moment that my third uncle drove back. He glanced at the dismantling progress, nodded in satisfaction, then changed his clothes and joined in.

After successfully lifting one engine out, Yu Dawei and his team randomly selected another Dongfeng 140 to continue disassembling it.

In the middle of the day, the three men dismantled two cars.

Qi Dadu was already exhausted when she was disassembling the first tire cart, and kept begging for mercy.

Yu Dawei was quite helpless at this, and finally made Qi Daduzi an apprentice to hand wrenches to him and Si Tuzi.

Handing over a wrench is the first step for beginners to learn the craft from a master craftsman.

Whether an apprentice is quick-witted and efficient can be seen at a glance by simply passing him a wrench.

P.S.: Thank you to reader 70921 for the 2000 Qidian coins! May your life be as beautiful as a painting, and may you be blessed with good fortune!

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