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

Chapter 246 How to Disassemble a Daihatsu Engine

Nowadays, this is how everyone in the town lives. People like Yu Dawei are quite particular about their household and dump their garbage in discreet places. If someone is really careless, they can just dump it in front of their yard and no one will point fingers.

After all, this isn't a place like the city, where there are designated trash cans.

Xiao Agui made four or five trips to finally throw away all the trash he had swept out of the truck, piece by piece.

Even after the trash was cleaned up, the van still smelled strongly of rat droppings.

This car is arguably the dirtiest car Yu Dawei has ever encountered in his life, no, in all his lives combined. It's simply unbearable to look at.

He really couldn't understand what kind of willpower the guy who drove the car over had to be able to drive it all the way to Yu Dawei's place.

Then Yu Dawei began disassembling the car doors, the two side mirrors, the steering wheel, the center console shell...

During the disassembly, a lot of dust floated into the air. Yu Dawei was afraid that the little guy would develop pneumoconiosis, so he hurriedly told him not to take it with him in the car.

These days, it's very difficult to buy those large vacuum cleaners specifically for car washing. You might be able to find them in the city, but don't even think about it in a small town.

One of the things car repairmen fear most is pneumoconiosis. When Yu Dawei was learning to operate an excavator, he had a friend who was both a teacher and a friend, also surnamed Zhang, named Zhang Yanqian. Later, he developed lung cancer from pneumoconiosis caused by car repair. Although half of it was removed, he eventually passed away from the disease.

The girl was only in high school when she left, which is a pity for Yu Dawei. Back then, if it weren't for him taking him around to repair excavators, no one would have been willing to let him repair excavators, given his few books.

Even if he knew how to fix it, no one dared to let him try, let alone make a living by repairing excavators. Zhang Yanqian introduced him to a lot of jobs back then.

Because of their mentor-student relationship and the fact that their car repair shops were next to each other, the two families became quite close. His eldest son was even more familiar with Zhang Yanqian's daughter.

There was even a time when his wife secretly told him, after she had gone to bed late at night, that the girl seemed to like his eldest son, but Yu Dawei wasn't too surprised.

First, her eldest son is sensible, handsome, outstanding, and loves to study. Second, the two families often eat barbecue together, and since they are both in their adolescence, girls tend to mature earlier than boys.

Unfortunately, my eldest son probably didn't realize it at the time, since he was busy writing diaries for a girl surnamed Yao back in junior high. It's just that the girl surnamed Yao was destined never to see it.

“Master, ...I broke the headlight.” Little Agui suddenly ran to the van’s sliding door, looking a little uneasy. “I didn’t use much force, I just pried it open with a screwdriver and it cracked with a snap.”

"Oh, it's nothing!" Yu Dawei squatted in the van, looking disheveled, and turned around. "That's nothing. We replaced all the headlights and everything else with new ones."

"Oh." Little Agui breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran to the back of the van to continue disassembling the red headlights on both sides.

After removing most of the interior trim from the van, Yu Dawei led the way into the house to warm up, while also dusting himself off. If it weren't for the fact that the van's exterior was still in good condition, he really wanted to return it to Brother Duan and let him just sell it for scrap metal.

It's so dirty. If I wash it with water in winter, it'll probably freeze solid.

The thought of painting the van later made Yu Dawei scratch his head in worry. How could he possibly paint it in such cold weather?

Didn't you see the road roller in the yard? It's been sitting there since it was repaired. Yu Dawei never thought about painting it now, mainly because it's too cold.

He wanted to wait until spring, when it got warmer, to give the road roller a proper paint job. Last winter, the old Hitachi roller in the yard wasn't painted properly; you could clearly see where the coats were thinner and thicker than the first. And some of the edges and corners had already started peeling off in less than a year.

"Does this mean we have to wait until next spring when it gets warmer to paint it?" Yu Dawei thought to himself. But once the van is finished, it'll be ready to work. If it gets full of oil, no paint will be effective.

There's no way to solve this problem right now, so Yu Dawei can only fix the car first and then think about painting it later.

It's too early to think about these things now.

After it warmed up, Yu Dawei led the group out to repair cars again, but they still did their own repairs.

After removing the interior of the Daihatsu van, Yu Dawei began to work on the engine.

The engine of the Daihatsu minivan in Tsushi was slightly different from that of later minivans. It wasn't located under the hood, but rather inside the vehicle body, near the back of the front seats.

There is also a raised yellow cover on top. After opening the cover to the right, the engine and various oil pipes and power cables around it will be exposed.

Just one glance was enough for Yu Dawei to sense that there was something wrong with the engine. The oil cap had obviously been replaced and looked rather large. All the power cables were also connected incorrectly, and the starter motor on the engine didn't seem to be original either, judging from the gaps.

Yu Dawei concluded that the engine had been repaired, and by someone who knew nothing about it. He guessed that either the man who sold the car had repaired it himself, or he had found someone from the same village to help him repair it.

In any case, the other party was definitely prepared to give up if it couldn't be fixed, and didn't really intend to repair it. Otherwise, they wouldn't have treated the car so lightly. It can only be said that it was unfortunate for this van to have such an owner.

After finishing the interior work, Yu Dawei began disassembling the van's hardware: engine, transmission, front and rear axles, exhaust pipe, radiator...

Because the engine needed to be disassembled underneath, Yu Dawei used an old Hitachi engine and dug a special maintenance tunnel not far from the east wall of the yard.

After the car drives over, you can stand in the middle of the pit to easily disassemble engine parts.

It was at this time that the various uses of excavators became apparent: lifting engines, digging repair tunnels, and even Dawei used an excavator to lift the engine of a van to prevent it from falling off during disassembly.

Unfortunately, there is no hydraulic repair equipment available in this day and age, such as hydraulic lifts specifically designed for repairing van engines.

With that thing, disassembling a van's engine would be a piece of cake.

Although Yu Dawei rarely repaired cars in his previous life, he did have some friends who worked in repair shops that specialized in repairing cars.

Of course, in terms of age, I could be their father, but we're all in the same industry and know each other quite well.

Yu Dawei himself is very knowledgeable about mechanical principles such as engines, and occasionally he will help them with some difficult problems caused by engine principles.

On one occasion, Yu Dawei saw a hydraulic lift that could not only be raised and lowered, but also moved at will.

A van was first driven onto a large lift, and then someone controlled the lift to lift the van up. Then they started removing the protective cover from the engine. After that, they moved the smaller, movable lift over and placed a rectangular support plate on the engine, allowing for safe disassembly.

After all the connection points of the engine were removed, the support plate, which was the yellow tray holding up the engine, was slowly lowered, and then the two men pushed the engine away very easily.

Technology can indeed change lives. At the time, Yu Dawei was really shocked and even wanted to buy one. However, he later thought that he was already over sixty years old and car repairs were becoming more and more occasional, so he decided against it.

Now that he owns his own factory, Yu Dawei will continue to add new equipment to the factory as times progress.

He wanted to make up for all the regrets of not having those repair equipment in his previous life!
Yu Dawei became more and more excited as he thought about it, and couldn't help but subconsciously raise his head. Then, with a "bang," the back of Yu Dawei's head made intimate contact with the bottom of the car above.

Yu Dawei winced in pain instantly, immediately realizing where he had crashed—it must have been the muffler in the middle of the exhaust pipe.

"Master? Are you alright?" Xiao Agui suddenly knelt down on the snow, his hands, gloved with oil, supporting him on the ground. He tilted his head and looked through the gap under the car towards his master.

Then I saw my master standing there, holding his head and rubbing the back of his head with a hissing sound.

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Yu Dawei was in so much pain that tears were almost coming out. Sure enough, as the old saying goes, being too happy is never a good thing. This is exactly what happened.

"Oh." Little Agui noticed where his master had bumped his head, so he got up and ignored it.

This is indeed a minor matter. When he used to get his car repaired at Boss Changhai's place, he often bumped his head. Apart from his head, his buttocks, arms, back, thighs, knees... there wasn't a part of his body that hadn't been rubbed.

There are even more...

Just as Xiao Agui was about to remove the headlight cover from the front of the van, he seemed to remember something, and his hand holding the wrench suddenly stopped. He slowly lowered his head and glanced at his crotch.

Luckily, I was young back then...

"That heartless little brat," Yu Dawei muttered as he rubbed his head.

You say you're fine, but do you really mean it? Don't you even look at how badly your master has been injured? Aren't you worried about what might happen if he's bleeding?

Little A-Gui was disassembling the front headlights at the moment, unaware that if he knew what Yu Dawei was thinking, he would definitely cry foul.

It's just a bump, why are you yelling in pain? It's no big deal.

However, he dared not say this aloud. He could only keep his doubts in mind and go get alcohol or something to disinfect the bleeding wound for his master.

"Hey? Boss, there seems to be something in the hidden compartment of your car." Just then, Lao Ji's voice rang out from beside the car door.

(End of this chapter)