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

Chapter 176 Car Repair! It just won't stop, Yao Jinfu's return.
Boss Liang stood at the door watching Yu Dawei drive away in his red car, his eyes filled with envy.

If he weren't worried about interfering with Yu Dawei's business, he would have grabbed his arm and given him a good talking-to about what he had been doing in Qingcheng.

How come he was driving a car back after just dropping someone off?

"Is this old man from the Dawei family really that good at divination? How come I didn't know before?" Boss Liang turned and went into the house, muttering to himself, "I must pay him a proper visit when I have time, and ask him to predict my fortune or something."

Although Duan Dahai repeatedly told me how great his little courtyard would be if it were used for car repairs, how much help he could get from the surrounding area, and how good the business would inevitably be.

However, Liang Hongwei felt that Old Master Yu was the one who deserved the most credit, after all, he was a pure businessman, but he still believed in metaphysics to some extent.

When Yu Dawei arrived near the factory, he could hardly believe his eyes.

What's going on?! Apart from the construction equipment that's usually parked there, the area in front is full of cars!
There were older BJ212s, Lada Niva vans, yellow minivans, and a large bus... These few vehicles alone blocked the entrance to his building.

"I don't think everyone here is here to get their cars repaired," Yu Dawei muttered to himself, before getting out of the car and opening the gate to the courtyard.

Just then, a man got out of Niwa's car in the distance and started complaining as soon as he saw Yu Dawei: "Do you even want to keep your shop open? I've been waiting for you for three days. If you don't come soon, I'm going to tow the car away!"

Yu Dawei turned his head and saw the man in the black down jacket. His brows furrowed tightly: "Why are you waiting for me? You could have gone to any other repair shop in town to get your car fixed."

Before he could finish speaking, another person got out of the van: "Everyone in this market says you're a good technician, you can fix any kind of car. Don't you know how many of the local repair shop owners used to repair farm vehicles?"

Yu Dawei was speechless. So you guys are using the stubbornness of Northeasterners on me? The first vehicle I ever repaired was a farm vehicle!

He realized he couldn't argue with that, so he figured, "Let it be. We're open to do business, there's no reason to turn people away."

Then, as soon as the door opened, including his own car, there were three more cars in the yard.

Niwana's car had a broken rear axle; the entire rear axle was cracked, and it had been parked outside the gate of the yard without being moved.

This guy is from the town and has been doing business in Harbin. Before the New Year, someone gave him a car as collateral, and he cracked the rear axle on the way back.

Yu Dawei changed into his repair clothes, making sure his cotton-padded coat and trousers were completely covered, before he dared to lie down on the ground and look at the rear axle from under the car.

There's no way around it. The ground temperature can drop to minus thirty degrees Celsius these days. If you don't take care of your health and just lie on the ground for a short time, it might be okay, but if it goes on for a long time, women will suffer from uterine coldness, and men will lose their kidneys.

Even using a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) won't work; it can't be lifted up on the spot.

“It’s cracked.” Yu Dawei stood up and shook his head.

"Nonsense, can it be fixed or not?" The man glared at him irritably.

“It can’t be repaired, but replacing the axle is an option.” Yu Dawei stared at the man very seriously. “Not only is there a problem with the rear axle, but the front axle is also cracked, though it’s not very obvious. It doesn’t look like it was just installed. Whether you want it repaired or not is up to you.”

Yu Dawei's words left the man standing there, stunned, as if he were recalling something.

He ignored it and went to the van to ask the driver, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what's wrong. It was fine when I brought it back a couple of years ago, but lately it just won't move. No matter how much I press the accelerator, it won't move." The driver took out two cigarettes from his pocket and handed them over.

"No." Yu Dawei waved his hand, got into the car, started the engine, and slowly got a feel for it.

The car was being repaired here. A worker who was passing by and operating construction equipment saw the door open and hurriedly drove his boss's car inside.

Yu Dawei rolled down the car window and asked what was going on.

This is a boss from the south who went home for the Chinese New Year. He originally planned to drive home, but his car broke down, so he parked here and asked the driver to keep an eye on it. He also hopes that the repair shop around here will open soon so he can get it fixed.

Yu Dawei was completely dumbfounded. When did this small, run-down town get so many cars? There are cars passing by on the road every day, but they never stop. How many people in the town can afford to own a car?

What he didn't know was that new cars were indeed unaffordable in the town, so the families bought several used cars, just like Han Jingfan's brother-in-law, simply to show off and impress others.

Therefore, the failure rate is not low. There are four or five repair shops in the town. Three of them repair agricultural machinery, one of which is owned by Master Zhang, who specializes in repairing imported vehicles and focuses on high-end products. The other one started by repairing agricultural machinery and can repair any kind of vehicle. As long as you dare to let him repair it, he dares to repair it.

In this town, Yu Dawei is truly skilled, capable of repairing both imported and non-imported parts—he's the only one who can do that. Plus, the town isn't big; word spreads quickly and everyone knows who has the best skills.

Furthermore, this place is a real gem for car repairs. It's not far from the national highway, and below that is the town road, and further ahead is the next town.

No matter which way you go, the sign that Yu Dawei put up just happens to be visible on a small section of the national highway. At that moment, some people who saw the sign on the highway wanted to come here to inflate their tires.

So, Yu Dawei didn't even have time to catch his breath, he just kept diagnosing and repairing the car, diagnosing and repairing the car... He didn't want to inflate the tires, he hadn't bought an air pump.

We're too busy; one person simply can't handle it all!

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Heshan Village, Xinglongtun Village.

Yao Jinfu, carrying a pile of daily necessities, had just come out of the supply and marketing cooperative when he saw several women staring at him at the gate. He then quickly glanced at them.

He walked out of the north gate in silence, pretending not to see the other person's colored eyes.

"Life had just calmed down for half a year, and this plague is back again. My children are now afraid to play in the streets." A heavily pregnant woman was carrying a vegetable basket on her right arm, which was full of newly bought shoe soles and several pieces of cloth of different colors.

She leaned against the gate, and although she spoke softly, Yao Jinfu, who hadn't gone far, could still hear her clearly.

“Who says otherwise? He can drive an excavator and makes a lot of money every year. Why would he come back to this wretched village? He could just buy a house in town and live there.” Another woman had a sharp and mean face, covered in pockmarks, and wore a dark green floral scarf on her head. Her tone was much louder than the first woman’s.

"Who told him to be from our village? Whether he's a murderer or not, we have to put up with it. It's a good thing he's not married and doesn't have children, otherwise his kids would be looked down upon at school." Another woman nearby, with dark skin, a barrel waist, and short stature, stared at the departing figure in the distance with eyes as sharp as knives.

Yao Jinfu, who was walking on the street, suddenly stopped. As he stopped, the women behind him became nervous and stopped talking abruptly.

Yao Jinfu kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the washbasin, towels, tub, soap... and a pair of thick cotton shoes he had just bought.

He sighed and continued walking home. In the end, he didn't have a fierce and unrestrained contest like those shrewish women, where they didn't fight to the death or seek victory.

It's a pity he didn't learn even a single trick from his mother, otherwise he wouldn't be sighing in the cold air on the main road in this situation.

As he walked, he encountered countless cold stares along the way, until he silently walked back to his old house, at which point the gazes that had been fixed on him vanished.

Perhaps it was psychological, or perhaps the atmosphere in the village really made him feel depressed, but in the few days since he came back, he thought he could get through it.

He cleaned the house inside and out, making it spotless. He cleared all the snow from the yard and garden, renovated the old barn by himself, and replaced the furniture inside with a new set of cabinets and chairs... He even repainted it.

He even imagined what the girl his second sister-in-law had introduced him to on a blind date looked like...

He stood behind the door, head drooping, and subconsciously pursed his lips.

If Mom were alive and saw this, she would probably grab a kitchen knife, drag him out by the arm, and then launch a full-scale attack on those who bullied her child, cursing them until their ancestral graves were emitting black smoke before she would stop.

If his mother were still alive and saw this scene, she would probably be heartbroken. She would be so heartbroken that she would hide under the covers at night and secretly wipe away her tears. Even after scolding him during the day, she would still be heartbroken and shed tears.

Unfortunately, Yao Jinfu was alone in the house; his mother was gone.

"The towering Xing'an Mountains, a vast forest, where the brave Oroqen people live..." Yao Jinfu subconsciously sang a song his father taught them in class when he was in elementary school.

His mother loved to hear him sing this song. From elementary school to junior high school, even on the day he left home to study in the county, his mother would always ask him to sing a few lines.

Because her mother is an Oroqen, when she heard this song, she felt like she had returned to her hometown. And with repeated singing, this song became a memory that Yao Jinfu longed for.

As he sang, he picked up his suitcase and began packing things into it. Before long, the small suitcase was full of things.

Finally, he picked up his suitcase, opened the door, and prepared to venture out into the world. But just before leaving, as if remembering something, he turned and waved to the stove in the house: "Mom, I'm leaving."

Lock the door, then leave.

He left in a hurry, giving his family the excuse that his brother Dawei was looking for him. He also gave each of his nieces and grandnieces a thousand yuan as New Year's money. Although he had already given money to his father, he couldn't help but give his own father some money before leaving.

Although he knew his father was a primary school teacher with a salary and didn't lack money, he still gave it to him.

He left in a hurry, without leaving any excuse for the village, but he left calmly, without any lingering attachment.

He may never return to this place in his lifetime.

(End of this chapter)