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

Chapter 88 Returning to the Village, Grandpa is Not Going to Make It

After setting up the wheeled excavator, Yu Dawei placed it in the same spot where he had previously left the old Hitachi at the recycling station, and then began to diagnose the problems with the small wheeled excavator.

The engine is definitely not viable. I don't know if we can find a PW40 engine. If we can, that would be great. If not, we can only look for engine components of a similar model, such as the 30 or 10.

The distributor is no longer working, but the small pump is. Replacing the oil seal and pump body will make it usable. The entire cab is perfectly fine, since this is a prestige project and is definitely the best part of the whole vehicle.

There are also rotating gears, hydraulic hoses on the boom, gaskets in the bucket, and many other small parts that need to be replaced.

You could say that this car was bought for 8,800 yuan, but the actual cost of the spare parts needed for repairs could probably buy two or three cars for 8,800 yuan each.

The key issue with this excavator isn't fixing it, but rather adjusting it.

The person who assembled this car has actually created a problem for himself. The other party is just reselling it; as long as it can be assembled and works, that's enough.

Then you can just put the excavator in the rental market or in your own yard, no rush, some idiot will always come knocking to collect it.

But Yu Dawei is different; he wants to make money from this car.

If something goes wrong or work has to stop during construction, it will result in a huge financial loss. If it gets serious, like that slightly overweight man, he will end up losing everything.

Therefore, it becomes very important to properly debug this vehicle and ensure that all the components interact properly to complete a completely new hydraulic system.

This kind of assembly technique would have been beyond the capabilities of 90% of master craftsmen in Yu Dawei's previous life, and it is still quite a challenge for him now.

Yu Dawei was busy all morning. At noon, he treated Brother Duan and Boss Liang to lunch at Shadapan Restaurant. He mainly wanted to thank Brother Duan for his help, and also because he finally got the car, which was now truly his own. Although it would be troublesome to repair, he was still happy deep down.

It's like picking up a Transformer that someone else threw away. With a little repair and tinkering, you might be able to make it look brand new.

Since everyone had things to do in the afternoon, we didn't drink any alcohol. We just had a quick meal and then went about our business.

Yu Dawei also drove his four-wheeled vehicle back to see the child, then went to the old man's house to bring all the tools to town. This repair was a major overhaul in the true sense, and having more tools meant he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find the special tools later.

As soon as he returned to the village, he noticed that the people on the street were all hurrying to Grandpa Yu Quan's house. He was a little curious, but he went back to the old man's house first and drove the car to the yard.

When Yu Dawei entered the house, he found his wife and children at his mother's house: "When did you two arrive? Where's Dad?"

Han Jingfan was holding her child and listening to her mother-in-law's conversation when she saw Yu Dawei. Her eyes flickered slightly, and her mother-in-law, who was standing next to her, also fell silent when she saw her eldest son.

“Your dad went to your great-uncle’s house,” Zhang Yunqin finally spoke, though her tone was somewhat downcast.

Brother Yu Quan has helped the younger brothers and sisters in the village a lot over the years. If it weren't for Brother Yu Quan, the truly poor families in the village might have starved to death long ago.

Seeing the strange expressions on the two men's faces, Yu Dawei had a bad feeling: "What's wrong, Uncle?"

"It seems like Grandpa is dying." Han Jingfan continued, "Grandpa couldn't get up yesterday afternoon. Grandpa Yu Huai from the west end went to see him and has been busy for a whole day and night, but we don't know what's going on now."

Yu Dawei frowned, and the smile on his face was gone. His heart sank. If even the Fourth Master couldn't be trusted, this was not good news.

Since the Yu family settled in the black soil, they have had four branches of bloodline, which can be considered the original four brothers.

The third branch of the family inherited the brewing techniques and was responsible for brewing in the past. The second branch was responsible for medical treatment and inherited an ancient medical skill. The fourth uncle was a member of the second branch of the Yu family and had been treating the Yu family members for generations.

The old man once said that Fourth Uncle's medical skills were among the best in the Yu family for generations. People in the county and city had paid a lot of money to have Fourth Uncle practice medicine. The highest price paid was nearly 10,000 yuan by someone in the neighboring oil city.

Back in the days when people had ten thousand yuan, that amount of money was like an astronomical sum. Even though Uncle Si was a master healer, he also followed the rules and ultimately only charged the price of the medicinal herbs.

The Yu family has an ancestral rule: they cannot charge money for treating members of the Yu family, but they can only charge for the medicine when treating people outside the Yu family.

The Fourth Uncle always kept this in mind.

"I have to go see my great-uncle." Yu Dawei said this and turned to walk quickly toward his great-uncle's house.

As Yu Dawei stepped out of the courtyard, he saw several villagers rushing towards Grandpa Yu Quan's house. Most of them had heard that Grandpa Yu Quan had an accident and were making time to check on him.

Upon reaching the courtyard gate, Yu Dawei saw his grandfather inside and hurriedly slipped away from the crowd to approach him. "What's going on inside?" "Your great-uncle must be getting old. Huai Laosi has been busy since last night, giving him acupuncture every few hours." Old Yu sighed deeply. "Although his health has stabilized now, we don't know how long he can hold on. Your great-uncle personally asked Dazhi and Dasheng to prepare for his funeral."

Yu Dawei felt a tightness in his chest. Just two days ago, the old man was drinking and chatting with him, so how could he suddenly become so ill?

“He’s eighty-four. He still has some scars from when he was young, but he’s been taking very good care of himself these past few years.” Old Man Yu wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn’t. “Go inside and see your great-uncle.”

"Okay." Yu Dawei opened the door and entered the house. There were quite a few people inside, mostly the elders of the Yu family, including his twelfth uncle, the third lame uncle, his own uncle Yu Chen, and many other familiar faces from the Yu family.

Grandpa Yu Quan was sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), his upper body bare, revealing countless scars from his early years. He was surrounded by a quilt, his lower back resting on the quilt, his hands resting on pillows on either side of him, and many silver needles stuck in his chest and back.

When Yu Dawei walked in, both his twelfth uncle, who was sitting next to him, and Dasheng and Dazhi, who were sitting on the edge of the kang, made room for him.

Uncle Yu Huai was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) sleeping. He was almost seventy years old and was feeling a bit exhausted after staying up all day and night.

"Grandpa." Yu Dawei's appearance interrupted Yu Quan's conversation with his two sons.

Yu Quan glanced at Yu Dawei and asked casually, "When did you get back?"

"Just got back." Yu Dawei looked at his grandfather's extremely pale face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What's with that expression? I'm not dead yet." Grandpa Yu Quan looked at the eldest and second eldest sons. "You two are something else. So many people from the village have come here. Aren't you worried about the crowd? Hurry up and send them all back. I can come over later when I get there."

Yu Dasheng and Yu Dazhi dared not disobey their father, so they began to coax the uncles, aunts, and other relatives, urging them to go back first, since their father was still alright this time.

People gradually left, but several elders of the Yu family refused to leave no matter what they said, such as Third Cripple, Twelfth Uncle, and Old Man Yu. No matter what they said, they just wouldn't leave, and Yu Dasheng and Yu Dazhi couldn't persuade them anymore.

"Dawei, why don't you go back first?" Yu Dasheng came into the house to persuade Yu Dawei after seeing that most people had left.

“He doesn’t need to leave. He can chat with me for a while. You and Dazhi go to the front yard first, and take your shrew with you too.” Yu Quan finished speaking weakly, glancing at Yu Dasheng with disappointment in his eyes.

His eldest son will probably never be able to turn over a new leaf like Yu Dawei. He's timid and incompetent, so it would be better for him to be a farmer for the rest of his life, living a peaceful and uneventful life, which would be better than countless others in the world.

Yu Dasheng looked at Yu Dawei with a blank expression, but ultimately did not voice his doubts. He then led his younger brother and wife to the front yard.

"Sigh." Yu Quan sighed, then looked at his brothers in the room, "Find a place to sit down."

"Brother, calm down and don't get angry." Yu Huai woke up from the bed, looked up at the silver needles all over his body, and then felt his pulse. Only then did he realize that everyone in the courtyard and the house had left.

"I know." Yu Quan glanced at his brothers, all of whom were quite old, and finally looked at Yu Dawei, the youngest in the room. "How's the electricity project going in the village?"

Now that everyone in the house is from our own family, there's nothing wrong with talking about this.

Yu Dawei shook his head: "I haven't received a letter from the village chief yet, but don't worry, I will definitely do my best to secure a spot for our village to have electricity."

"Just do your best," Yu Quan nodded, then looked at his brothers and said, "There are many people from outside Yujiatun, but even more from our own family. To put it bluntly, we are all from Yujiabao. Now that I'm gone, you old brothers should take care of each other and support each other. If we go back a few generations, we all grew up in the same courtyard."

"Brother, don't worry, with us old folks here, the village won't be in chaos." Uncle Twelve sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), getting closer to Yu Quan, his eyes slightly red.

Back then, his elder brother Yu Quan helped him pay for his wedding. He had also secretly helped him a lot when he was poor over the years. Now that his elder brother was leaving, he felt indescribably sad.

"Is Dawei here?!" A shout came from outside the courtyard.

Yu Dawei got up and looked up. Through the window, he saw the village chief, Sun Heming, holding a 28-inch bicycle with both hands and carrying a worn-out briefcase next to him.

"Speak of the devil, and he appears! The village chief is here. I'll go out and greet him." Yu Dawei opened the door and walked out of the courtyard. He saw that Yu Dazhi had already greeted Sun Heming and opened the courtyard gate.

"Dawei." Sun Heming was about to say something when Yu Dawei stopped him.

"Let's talk inside." Yu Dawei pulled Sun Heming inside and closed the door.

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