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

Chapter 213 Is it really the Old Yellow River? It's not a major problem, but a complicated one?

In addition, he went to Lao Liang and asked him to help him get a clutch disc from Huanghe and some engine valve parts.

He'll take it back if he doesn't need it.

This was the most comprehensive solution Yu Dawei could come up with at the moment. Before leaving, he also took Xiao Agui with him.

This is a field rescue operation for a repairman; taking him out is also a way for him to broaden his horizons.

After all, there are many ways to repair a car, and there are quite a few wilderness rescues every year.

He wanted to show Ah Gui that when it comes to car repair, you really have to think outside the box; there are so many possibilities.

After driving to National Highway 301, the two continued westward along the highway. The surrounding area was mostly covered in snow, and the ground was also covered with snow, which eventually compacted into a road that was impossible to stop.

Yu Dawei's little red car is doing alright now. He has changed the antifreeze oil and the anti-skid tires, but it still can't handle the slippery snow.

Ah Gui sat in the passenger seat of the car, his hands gripping the window, gazing curiously at the snow-white expanse that met the sky—a view he had never seen before in his life.

He was very grateful to his master, who had made sure he was well-fed, warmly dressed, and had a spacious place to sleep during this time. Although his master had scolded him before, he could tell that his master was different from his previous boss; it was a kind of care that came from an elder to a junior.

He simply felt it, but couldn't express it.

Although he is mute, he feels that his life is already very good, and he wants to repair cars well to repay his master.

Yu Dawei had no idea what A Gui was thinking at that moment. He only saw the snow on both sides of the road being blown by the wind, and the snowflakes were blocking the view in front of the car.

At first it was fine, the wind wasn't too strong, but later Yu Dawei had to turn on the windshield wipers to see the road in the distance.

The climate in Northeast China is much colder now than it will be in some years to come. Not only does it snow heavily every winter, but the temperature is also frighteningly low.

This has made the roads so difficult to travel. Yu Dawei can imagine that not only large trucks, but even ordinary cars, are at high risk of accidents if they are not careful.

"Hmm?" Sitting in the passenger seat, A-Gui vaguely saw a large truck parked on the right side of the road opposite. He quickly reached out and patted Yu Dawei's arm, then pointed out the windshield.

"I see it. Put on your dog-skin hat when you get off the bus, otherwise with this strong wind and howling wind, it could blow your ears off," Yu Dawei reminded him.

The drive took about an hour and a half. They said it wasn't far from the town, but the weather was bad—overcast and snowing. Yu Dawei drove more carefully, since there was a child sitting next to him.

As the small red car got closer to the large vehicle, Yu Dawei could see a man crouching beside the car, staring at the suspension, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

When the other person saw the car approaching and saw Mr. Yu inside through the windshield, their expression brightened, and they quickly waved to him.

Yu Dawei turned his car around and parked it in front of the Yellow River truck. His heart sank. It was indeed a Yellow River truck.

The vehicle is over seven meters long and has a distinctive square face. The rear bed, probably because it had just been hauled, smelled strongly of gunpowder and cardboard. There were also scraps of paper blowing away in the wind from both sides of the road.

Yu Dawei repaired the old Yellow River once in his previous life. By the time his skills were perfected, the old Yellow River had been overshadowed by Dongfeng and some other imported and joint venture brands, and it became rarely seen.

In addition, after repairing heavy trucks for only a few years, he started learning hydraulic excavator repair techniques, and eventually said goodbye to these heavy trucks for good.

Even now, you can still tell the model of this Yellow River truck.

The JN-150 is a standard eight-ton old Yellow River truck, and it should be equipped with a 6120 engine.

Yu Dawei parked his car in front of the truck to get closer to the engine and gearbox.

The engine of the Yellow River JN-150 truck is not located outside the truck or under the cab, but inside the cab.

The car doesn't have any heating features. In winter, you only need to open the engine hood, and the heat released is enough to keep warm.

But summer is truly a torment. Even with a leather cover on top, it can't block the heat radiating out. Some experienced drivers find humor in this hardship by placing their boxed lunches or cold water on top. In no time, the cold water turns into hot water, which is quite refreshing to drink.

"Master Yu, you've finally arrived! Luckily, I saw your repair shop sign on my way home the other day and even went in to chat with your Master Ji for a while. That's how I learned that your shop can repair any kind of car." The man took a deep drag on his cigarette, then threw away the butt. He quickly walked up to Yu Dawei and shook his hand excitedly. "This car belongs to my brother-in-law. I used to drive in another city for two years, but I don't know much about car repairs. It suddenly broke down, and I don't know what went wrong. Anyway, it just won't start."

"Can't start? Did you hear any strange noises from the engine when you were driving it before? Like a rattling sound?" When Yu Dawei came out, he was wearing a military overcoat and had changed his hat into a dog-skin hat from Northeast China.

He asked the man about the truck's initial conditions as he walked toward the driver's seat.

"No, but when I drove it this time, it made a noise. The engine makes a 'clunk-clunk-clunk' sound as soon as it idles." The man followed behind Yu Dawei. "It's even more ridiculous when I accelerate. When I step on the gas, it makes that 'clunk-clunk-clunk' acceleration sound. I don't think my previous cars had this sound." "Don't worry about it. It's a normal sound from the engine." Yu Dawei was used to it.

The old Yellow River truck is different from other trucks; its engine sound has its own rhythm.

The man following behind was taken aback. A normal voice? He had always thought that the car's engine was faulty from the moment it was bought.

He had previously suggested that his brother-in-law fix the engine, but now that he thinks about it, isn't that a bit awkward?
"Squeak." Yu Dawei opened the car door and first saw the blue engine hood. Then, looking past the engine, he saw a woman wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and a cotton hat.

The woman's face was red from the cold, her body was curled up, and her hands were protecting her swollen belly. With each breath, her breath turned into a puff of air and dissipated into the air. It was clear that this young woman was really cold.

Seeing that Yu Dawei opened the car door and looked at her, the woman felt a little embarrassed, so she reached out and touched the passenger door handle, thinking that she should get out and wait in the snow so as not to disturb the mechanic's repair.

"Hey bro, you should let your wife warm up in my car first. Don't let the baby in her belly get cold in this freezing weather." Yu Dawei turned around and glanced at the man first, then said to Xiao Agui, "Go start the little red car and turn the heater to the highest setting."

Little Agui stood below and nodded seriously, then turned and ran into the Fiat car.

This kid is quick-witted. On the way here, Yu Dawei idly taught him how to start a Fiat car. As soon as he explained it, the kid understood. He ran to the side of the road to pee and came back to find that it was this kid who started the car.

Kids learn everything so quickly, and Yu Dawei has certainly witnessed that.

"Well, thank you very much, Brother Yu." The man wiped the white frost from the stubble on his lip, smiled gratefully, and then jumped down from the car steps to help his wife into the passenger seat of the Fiat.

Yu Dawei glanced at the young couple. The man looked older than his age, but he was only about twenty-four or twenty-five. The woman looked quite young, probably just turned eighteen, but her belly was quite big, about six or seven months along.

I really don't know what this guy was thinking. He brought his wife along on a delivery. It was cold and the roads were slippery, and some places were even icy. What if something happened to her?

But Yu Dawei only thought about these ideas once before stopping, opened the engine hood completely, and turned to sit in the driver's seat.

He tried turning the key switch, but only felt the engine turn twice before stopping.

He couldn't make out anything from the faint sound coming from the engine; it was too short and too rapid.

Yu Dawei tried it a couple more times, and then observed it carefully again, feeling that it didn't seem to be a problem with any major internal components of the engine.

He also glanced at the gearbox; the shifting was smooth, and it didn't seem to be malfunctioning.

This doesn't fall under the category of major repairs; it belongs to the category of complex and difficult problems.

"How's it going, Master Yu? Can you figure out what's wrong?" The man hurriedly ran back to ask after putting his wife in the car.

“It doesn’t seem like a major component has broken down. This is a complex mechanical problem that needs to be diagnosed step by step. We can’t rush it.” Yu Dawei frowned and began to observe the area around the engine.

Little Agui climbed up from the passenger side door, knelt down in the passenger seat, and intently watched his master repair the car and diagnose the illness.

There are many reasons why a Yellow River truck might not start; it's not necessarily an engine problem.

It could be due to insufficient fuel, but after Yu Dawei asked the man, this option was ruled out.

Other possibilities include a clogged air filter, a problem with the antifreeze, or a wiring fault.

However, based on his years of car repair experience, Yu Dawei was more inclined to believe that the problem was related to the engine.

For example, a problem with the fuel system or a problem with the throttle body.

Following his own maintenance habits, he chose to check the oil system first.

The oil circuit is attached to the engine and is divided into two types: low-pressure oil circuit and high-pressure oil circuit. Each oil circuit is responsible for a different function.

The low-pressure oil circuit includes the filter element, hand oil pump, and oil tank.

The main function of the hand pump is to remove excess air from the oil circuit, so the hand pump is not within the scope of major diagnostic considerations.

Among the low-pressure oil circuits, what Yu Dawei was most concerned about was the filter element. Through the man's account, he learned that the car had not been inspected or had any parts replaced when it was bought.

(End of this chapter)