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

Chapter 18 The Old Man's Sudden Visit
"Some parts have arrived: Hitachi oil pipes, gaskets on both sides of the bucket, slewing center joint, and two barrels of Hitachi special engine oil. The two oil pipes on the boom will take a few days to arrive. In addition, there are parts for the travel motor, which will also take a while to arrive." Boss Liang took out a purchase order from the car and handed it to Yu Dawei.

"No rush, as long as they arrive before the New Year, that's fine." Yu Dawei glanced at the order form, then turned around and accompanied Boss Liang to start unloading the goods.

Now that the Hitachi UH03 is no longer bound by concrete, some hidden problems on the vehicle have become apparent.

First of all, all the hydraulic hoses on the excavator had problems. Most of the hydraulic hoses were damaged by cement. The constant oil leakage from the boom was also due to the hoses.

These oil pipes have been replaced, and Yu Dawei guessed that they were replaced less than six months ago.

However, they are all domestically produced, inexpensive oil pipes. Hitachi is known for its oil leaks, so if they don't replace them with better ones, they will definitely leak oil again in the future.

Yu Dawei gritted his teeth and replaced it with an original imported one. Fortunately, all models of Hitachi imported oil pipes are now compatible, and there were some in stock at the oil market next door, which is why it arrived so quickly.

After seeing Boss Liang off, Yu Dawei began disassembling the wooden crate and placing the parts inside one by one into the small house.

Duan Dahai had no objection to this and understood his younger brother's behavior.

After all, he's been targeted by thieves before, so it's normal to have some lingering trauma.

After sorting through the parts, seeing Duan Dahai welcoming and seeing off several groups of scrap dealers, Yu Dawei offered to help sort them.

Just then, a gaunt old man wearing a military overcoat and a dog-skin hat walked in from outside the courtyard.

Yu Dawei looked up curiously and was stunned. The person who came was none other than his own father, Yu Laonian.

"Dad, what brings you here?" Yu Dawei hurried over, took the floral cloth bag from the old man's hand, and quietly approached. "Is something going on at home?"

It's no wonder Yu Dawei asked that question. When Han Jingfan lived with him at his grandfather's house before, his mother acted as if she had a grudge against Xiaofan, and would make sarcastic remarks all the time. Han Jingfan didn't like to talk, so she just ignored it.

The result was that the old lady was angered. How could she tolerate being ignored, the mother of the family? The accumulated resentment finally erupted one day.

"No, everything's fine. It's such a waste that your husband didn't let her go to school when she was little." Old Yu sighed and gestured to the floral cloth bag. "It's full of your favorite steamed buns, sugar triangles, and a change of clothes. You haven't even come home to visit in so long. You're really thoughtful."

"I've been busy, you know. A few days ago, some excavator owners asked me to help them look after their vehicles." Yu Dawei smiled a little embarrassedly.

Actually, he wanted to go home and visit, but he was afraid it would delay the construction schedule for next spring.

His second uncle came twice, urging him both times, so Yu Dawei himself dared not take this matter lightly.

"Hello, Uncle Yu!" Duan Dahai also put down his work. "I've long heard that Uncle Yu is the real master craftsman. He even taught classes to the production team back then."

"Sigh, I just learned a few car repair jobs at a technical school, just enough to make a living. You're really kind of me, with such a big place." Old Yu looked around and smiled gratefully. "Thanks to you for taking in this good-for-nothing son of mine. If you ever pass through Yujiatun, don't forget to come and visit. It's the second house on the east side."

"No problem! You guys chat, Uncle. Someone's coming in to deliver some secondhand goods, I'll go and take care of them."

"Go and get busy."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yu Laonian went to the plastic shed, where the temperature was almost the same as in a rural house.

"This must be the vehicle. It's quite interesting." Old Yu patted the vehicle. "Imported excavators are really something else. It's been decades and it's still so sturdy. I wonder when our land of China will have such engineering vehicles, preferably ones that can trample these beasts underfoot."

Many years ago, when China suffered a devastating blow, back when the Yu family was still a landlord, many of the Yu family's ancestors died in the four watchtowers surrounding the village in order to resist the oppressive life.

These family genealogies all have traces to the fact that Yu Laonian's grandfather died defending a pillbox.

Then a general suddenly appeared, like a long sword blocking the advance of the small family, and the Yu family finally had a chance to catch their breath.

Yu Laonian had hated these Japanese devils since he was a child, but he had to admit that not only the island nation, but also the engineering machinery of the great powers was indeed much more advanced and of much better quality than that of China.

So much so that every time Yu Laonian gave a lecture, he would disassemble parts of foreign machinery with a very conflicted feeling. Only after a barrage of criticism would he feel comfortable talking about our own unique hand-held tractor.

"Dad, don't worry, with your son here, this day will come." Yu Dawei looked at the imported Hitachi excavator, his eyes gleaming. "Sooner or later, the Chinese excavator brand that I created will also be renowned all over the world."

"How dare you! You haven't gained weight in just a few days, but your face has gotten so big." Old Yu rolled his eyes at his son with his hands behind his back, then turned and walked towards the hut.

"Dad, it's all installed here now, why don't you give me a name for my future brand?"

"Not interested in."

"No, Dad, I've thought of several names: Huaxia Machinery, Dawn Machinery Co., Ltd., or just Dawei Machinery Co., Ltd."

“Sigh, son, go back and learn from your wife to read more books. For heavy machinery like this, you have to add ‘heavy industry’ to the end of the name to make it sound more prestigious.”

"Great job, old man."

The two entered the house chatting and laughing. For lunch, Duan Dahai specially ordered two dishes from a nearby restaurant, and the three of them sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) and ate happily.

During the process, Yu Dawei also took the time to discuss with the old man the aftereffects of the car being encased in cement.

What areas need attention, what areas need repair, and what parts offer the best value for money in the future?

Although Yu Laonian repairs agricultural machinery and high-horsepower machines, he has read many books on construction machinery. A few years ago, he even took Yu Dawei, who was in junior high school, to help people check excavators (author's note: "check" means to repair vehicles, or it can be understood as diagnosing problems with excavators).
In the afternoon, Yu Laonian watched Yu Dawei repairing cars in the plastic shed and suddenly felt a little itchy to do the same.

Seeing his foolish son using his tools so clumsily, Old Man Yu could no longer bear it. He reached for the long connector and ratchet wrench and skillfully began to disassemble the two side panels.

Yu Dawei hid to the side and chuckled to himself; he had done it on purpose earlier.

He knew that the old man hadn't just come to see him; he must be restless at home and wanted to check on him and stretch his muscles a bit.

The old man has spent his whole life repairing cars. Although he can't do it anymore these past two years, this kind of muscle memory is terrifying.

Occasionally, Yu Dawei would see the old man twisting and turning in the air.

It looks a bit creepy from a distance.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and unload it, or it'll be dark soon." Old Yu scolded Yu Dawei in a bad mood.

And so, a master craftsman was welcomed into this small room.

Duan Dahai was overjoyed. There were two more blankets in the room, and with the old man's presence, chatting at night was no longer boring.

Yu Dawei swings a sledgehammer every day, and at night he falls asleep almost as soon as he hits the bed.

The conversation I had been planning suddenly had nowhere to go.

Yu Laonian was a thoughtful person and a light sleeper. He chatted with Duan Dahai for a while until Duan Dahai fell asleep.

Only then did Yu Laonian close his eyes. Although he was very tired in the afternoon, he felt like he had regained the feeling of repairing cars back then.

I was thinking of staying for a couple of days to practice, and then I'd prepare to go back.

We can also learn about Dawei's specific situation here.

(End of this chapter)