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

Chapter 235 No rush, let the bullets fly for a while
"Aren't you afraid he won't sell it and will take the car away?" Third Uncle could tell that this kid definitely wanted the car.

"Don't worry." Yu Dawei smiled confidently at his third uncle, looking very self-assured. "The roads are already difficult to drive on in winter, and the van has been sitting there for so long, the brake pads are probably rusted. I bet he's going to sell it to a nearby junkyard. As long as he sells it, I'll find a way to get it back, no matter where it is."

How much is this beat-up van worth as scrap metal? Even if the price of scrap metal rises to 70 cents, the whole van would only cost 700 yuan. Besides, when has the price of iron in Luhe Town ever been this high?

Yu Dawei would get together with Duan Dahai and the others every few days. He was well aware that the signs in the yard would be updated every few days with the prices of various scrap iron and copper.

Uncle San raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned around and sat back on the small stool. He picked up the teacup on the ground, drank the tea and waited to see if what Dawei said would really happen.

Not long after, Zheng Sanpao returned to Fanfan's repair shop with two or three men. Among them were a pot-bellied middle-aged man, a skinny old man, and a young man. At first glance, they looked like three generations of a family.

It's unclear what the three men said to Zheng Sanpao, but as they left, they gave the house a long, deep look.

Unfortunately, the view outside through the window is already blurry, so it's practically impossible for the other person to see inside from the outside through the window.

Zheng Sanpao left, and the men who came drove away in a tricycle with a thick hemp rope tied to the back, the other end of which was tied to the front bumper of the van.

Yu Dawei stood in the room and watched the excitement. It was about three or four o'clock. The factory now served two meals a day, one around ten in the morning and the other around three o'clock.

Since his third uncle had finally come all this way, Yu Dawei took him and the three men from the factory to the pork butcher restaurant next door.

Although the restaurant next door specializes in pork dishes, Yu Dawei felt that the stir-fried dishes were just as good as the "Big Plate" restaurant in the town center. Especially the braised pork slices and the pork ribs stewed with green beans—they definitely had their own unique flavor.

Third Uncle was also a heavy drinker. That evening, Yu Dawei took out the Dragon Soul Wine, and seeing that Third Uncle looked extremely fond of it, he gave him the last small bottle of Dragon Soul Wine.

I didn't bring much back from the village this time, just about the size of a beer bottle, which I sealed tightly with my own wooden stopper.

When his third uncle left, he drove himself. Yu Dawei was a little worried and repeatedly told him not to drink on the way.

At this time, the authorities are not strict about drunk driving, but whether they enforce the law or not, one's life is one's own. Yu Dawei does not want to see his third uncle suffer any accidents because he drank his alcohol.

After seeing off his third uncle, it was already seven or eight o'clock before he knew it. Yu Dawei turned on the searchlight on the eaves of the small house in the factory.

In the afternoon, because they went out for lunch, these people were so excited that they didn't bother to clean up their tools. Yu Dawei simply told them not to worry about it and to clean up by themselves.

His past life experience taught him never to become adversaries with his employees. Employees are not anyone's servants, and he is not Yang Bailao from ancient dramas.

Moreover, there are only a few people in the factory, so there's no need for Yu Dawei to act like the boss right now. In fact, the beginning of any enterprise is the most difficult, but also the purest. It becomes very complicated when there are more people. However, those twists and turns are not within Yu Dawei's current considerations.

Yu Dawei takes tidying up tools much more seriously than in his previous life. Before, tidying up tools was just picking them up from the ground and putting them haphazardly into the toolbox. Occasionally, if he was tired or lazy, he would just throw the tools into the plastic bucket that used to hold engine oil.

But now Yu Dawei may have a second chance. Even if it's just repairing cars, he understands that there will be times in his life when he can't repair cars anymore. Now that he can, he should enjoy this wonderful time when he is full of energy and can still wield a wrench.

Yu Dawei asked Lao Ji to record the daily maintenance routine, and asked Fu Zi to tidy up the house and make the bed. It was almost time to go to sleep.

Xiao Agui didn't have any plans, so he started to follow Yu Dawei and imitate Yu Dawei, looking down carefully for those inconspicuous small parts or tools.

During this time, Yu Dawei also talked about his feelings for tools and the joy of picking up and tidying them up.

Most of these things were told to Yu Dawei by Yu Laonian, but Yu Dawei also had his own insights.

The two of them wiped the tools clean again with a cloth, making them spotless, before putting them back in their original places.

“Little A-Gui, remember, details determine success or failure. It’s not just about picking up tools, cleaning tools, repairing cars, reading books, studying… it applies to everything.” Yu Dawei said, wiping a heavy-duty wrench while looking at A-Gui, who was sitting on a small stool learning to wipe wrenches. “Sometimes we might be overtaken by others just because we overlooked a single detail. There’s a saying…”

"It's called 'a small mistake can lead to a huge error.'" Yu Dawei felt this deeply. No matter what kind of car he repaired, if his grandfather hadn't instilled in him the habit of paying attention to details when repairing cars, he would never have become a master mechanic. "Hmm!" Xiao Agui didn't quite understand, because his former boss would never have said such a thing, which led him to never think about car repair at all.

Although he didn't quite understand, his memory was still pretty good. He decided to memorize what his master said first and then ponder it slowly when he had time.

The two men packed up their tools. The axe had already been laid out on the kang (a heated brick bed). In Northeast China, the way to lay out a kang for sleeping at night is very simple. First, a mattress is laid on the heated kang. The mattress is usually the size of an adult and is for single use.

Then a single cotton quilt was laid on top. These days, cotton quilts weren't sold outside; they were all sewn by parents at home, piece by piece, with the cotton filling laid out piece by piece when making the quilt.

Whether you want a three-pound quilt or a five-pound quilt is entirely up to you, but of course, your family needs to have enough money to buy a lot of cotton.

The head of the kang (heated brick bed) heated by firewood is the hottest, and children usually sleep at the foot of the kang, mainly because they are young and prone to developing pneumonia from the heat.

Some elderly people love the warm kang (heated brick bed), but sometimes the fire under the kang burns too brightly, and they can't stand it at night, so they cough up several mouthfuls of thick phlegm the next day.

Yao Jinfu has been heating the kang (a traditional heated brick bed) a lot lately, and he knows roughly how much firewood to burn so that the temperature on the kang surface is just right. There are four people: Lao Ji at the head of the kang, then Fuzi (Yao Jinfu's nickname), then Yu Dawei, and finally Xiao Agui at the foot of the kang.

In winter, Yu Dawei likes to sleep naked, crawling into the warm quilt on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) completely naked, which is very comfortable.

If you find the blanket not warm enough, you can put your cotton-padded jacket and trousers on top of the blanket, covering the area under your feet. This will ensure that you won't be able to kick off the blanket at night.

Life is better now. Back when Yu Dawei was a child, some families couldn't afford to make quilts, and the length was only about 1.7 or 1.8 meters. But some children grew very tall, and soon the quilts were too short to cover their feet.

Yu Dawei still remembers that because the quilt was too short, a man in the village whom he called Uncle had his feet frostbitten. In those days, it was impossible to even scrape together two ounces of cotton.

Fortunately, he was born in the 1970s, and by the time he was old enough to understand things, he was already in the 1980s, when everyone's life had improved a lot.

"Brother, what are you planning to do tomorrow? Do you need my help?" Yao Jinfu was the second to crawl into bed. He glanced at Dawei, who was already shirtless and in bed, and asked.

During dinner that evening, he learned the whole story from Lao Ji. He was a little worried that his older brother might not be able to buy the car back if he went to the scrap metal recycling station the next day.

After all, Zheng Sanpao wasn't stupid; he must have reminded his friend at the scrap metal station when he sold the car.

"It's okay, I guarantee I can get that van back by tomorrow." Yu Dawei, with his bare shoulders, shrank further under the covers. The fire in the stove was extinguished, and the temperature in the room dropped a bit.

"Let A-Gui come with me tomorrow, maybe he can be of some help." Although Yu Dawei said this, he only wanted to take A-Gui out for a walk and let him interact with the outside world, which might help him start talking.

"Mmm." Little Agui also took off his cotton-padded clothes and trousers, crawled into the quilt, lay on the warm and cozy mattress, and nodded earnestly at the two of them.

The three of them had already crawled into bed, but Lao Ji, the head of Fanfan Repair Shop, was quietly taking notes on the day's repair routine with a pen.

Sigh, there's nothing I can do about it; he's gotten used to memorizing things every night.

However, for Ji Youde, writing the "Brigade Leader's Maintenance Manual" every day is not without its benefits. Nowadays, he is becoming more and more theoretical about some maintenance techniques that he used to only know how to do practically, which is definitely a good thing.

Not only could he fix it, but he could also explain the underlying principles. Occasionally, when the boss asked him to explain the theoretical knowledge to Xiao Agui, even Ji Youde himself felt that he could definitely be a lecturer at a technical school.

In the pitch-black night, snowflakes began to fall again outside. I don't know how many snowfalls this winter has brought.

Ji Youde put away the "Brigade Leader's Maintenance Manual." The three people on the kang (a heated brick bed) had long since fallen asleep. He looked up at the paper-cut window decorations that had fallen onto the plastic sheet outside the window and stared blankly into thought.

(End of this chapter)