American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

The ratchet wrench rotates within the narrow cylinder head clearance.

Click.

A crisp snapping sound.

Suwei did not rush to open the cylinder head.

He stared at the tangled exhaust gas recirculation pipes, and the jumbled lines in his father's notes floated into his mind.

In the past, this pile of pipes would have been enough for him to slam the wrench against the wall.

But now, those lines have come to life.

Which vacuum tube is fragile, which circlip needs to be held in place with pliers – the logic chain was crystal clear to Su Wei.

Apply force with your fingertips.

The hardened rubber hose was pulled out, revealing a brass-colored connector.

Su Wei grabbed a few empty cans at random.

The screws were removed one by one, sorted by part, and thrown into the box with a clinking sound.

These are the ironclad rules circled in red on the first page of the notes.

"Don't trust your memory. If you don't want extra parts, sort them out properly."

twenty minutes.

The hood of the Ford engine was completely opened.

A pungent smell, a mixture of engine oil, metal shavings, and chemicals, wafted out from the cylinder block.

It smelled unpleasant, but to Suwei it was very familiar.

The flashlight beam shone inside.

The rocker arm shaft was covered in thick, sticky black sludge.

This car has clearly not been properly maintained.

Su Wei picked up the carburetor cleaner.

laugh--!

High-pressure spray impacts the carbon deposits.

The black grime immediately crumbled and flowed down the tank wall, revealing silver-gray metal.

The cleaning process made him feel very comfortable.

By cleaning and observing precision components, your understanding of mechanical structures is deepening.

[Mechanical Repair Experience +2.]

Suwei ignored the characters flashing on his retina.

His fingers slid across the surface of the cam, feeling a smooth touch on his fingertips, without any scratches.

The core isn't broken, it's just dirty.

An old-fashioned feeler gauge is inserted between the valve rocker arm and the cam.

0.25mm.

Excessive clearance is the cause of abnormal noises during cold starts.

Su Wei replaced the wrench with a No. 12 wrench.

Loosen the lock nut and rotate the adjusting pin.

The feeler gauge was moved back and forth in the gap until a slight resistance was felt at the fingertips.

Lock it.

Retest.

Just right.

He was fascinated by this pure mechanical feedback; as long as the parameters were correct, the steel would give the most accurate response.

Outside the garage, the wind lashed against the roller shutter door, making a loud clanging sound.

In the garage, Su Wei was busy under the light, like a calm surgeon.

Time loses its meaning here.

Until I felt a tugging sensation at my trouser leg.

Su Wei paused, almost dropping the washer into the timing chain.

He lowered his head.

Cotton Candy was biting the hem of his work pants, pulling it back desperately, its big tail dangling on the dusty cement ground.

A soft moan escaped her throat.

Su Wei took out his phone.

19: 14.

Five hours have passed since the first screw was unscrewed.

A sudden wave of hunger washed over me, and my stomach cramped.

"Sorry for the delay."

Suwei bent down and rubbed the fox's head with his oily fingers.

Marshmallow snorted in disgust, didn't dodge, but instead slammed the empty box next to her on the ground with a loud thud.

Since the client has protested, the project has been suspended.

Su Wei didn't leave.

He plugged the air inlet with clean cotton yarn, wiped all the tools clean, and hung them back on the pegboard on the wall according to the outline.

Only after completing this entire process are the work lights turned off.

Darkness once again engulfed the half-disassembled engine, but in Suwei's mind, its internal structure was already very clear.

Push open the side door.

The frigid air, carrying snowflakes, rushed towards us.

The huge temperature difference gave him a shiver and also dispelled the drowsiness he had been feeling from work.

Su Wei scooped up the cotton candy and stuffed it into his arms. Braving the wind and snow, he crossed the yard and crashed into the wooden house.

The wooden door closed behind me.

The world is quiet now.

Only a few dark red embers remained in the fireplace.

Suwei skillfully tossed the birch wood into the wood and stuffed in tinder.

call.

Flames rose, and the orange glow of the disc player dispelled the chill of the corner of the room.

Washing hands is a big undertaking.

Ordinary hand sanitizer couldn't handle the heavy grease, so Su Wei poured in dish soap and grabbed a handful of sugar.

He rubbed his palm with sugar granules to remove the black oil from his fingerprints.

Repeat three times until your hands only have a faint lemon scent.

Go into the kitchen.

We need to have a good meal tonight to warm ourselves up.

The freezer compartment is pulled open.

The red-spotted salmon I caught a few days ago is frozen solid, next to a bag of lamb chops.

These are the ones.

The lamb chops don't need to be fully thawed, Suwei said, picking up the cleaver.

The blade sliced ​​across the slightly icy flesh, cutting along the bone seams into single pieces.

The cast iron frying pan is placed on the stove.

I don't use olive oil; it's too delicate.

Su Wei scooped up a spoonful of lard.

The lard melted at high temperatures, emitting blue smoke.

Put the lamb chops into the pot.

Sizzle—!

The sound of sizzling oil filled the wooden house.

Su Wei didn't touch the clamp; he was waiting.

Sear the lamb chops until the bottom is caramelized and the edges turn golden brown.

Flip over.

The pink lean meat quickly contracted upon contact with the hot plate, locking in the juices.

A handful of coarse salt, freshly ground black pepper, two crushed cloves of garlic, and a sprig of dried rosemary.

The spices, ignited by the hot oil, filled the entire kitchen with the aroma of meat.

The soup pot next to us was boiling.

Chop the head and bones of the red-spotted salmon into large pieces and cook them in a pot over high heat.

The protein in fish meat emulsifies rapidly in boiling water.

The originally clear water turned into a thick, milky white color within minutes.

No ginger slices are needed; these are cold-water fish from an icy lake, with clean, sweet flesh.

A few pieces of soft tofu slide into the soup, and a sprinkle of chopped green onions is added.

Turn off the heat.

On a snowy night like this, warmth is a sense of security.

The lamb chops were served on a plate, with white rice on the side, and a large bowl of fish head tofu soup on the side.

Suwei filled the stainless steel basin.

Two unsalted pan-fried lamb chops, mixed with minced fish.

A man and a fox sat facing each other on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

Suwei grabbed a lamb chop, ignoring the heat, and took a bite.

With a snap, the crispy outer layer shattered.

The mutton fat bursts in your mouth, followed by tender lean meat, while the flavors of black pepper and rosemary neutralize the greasiness.

Cool.

He took another sip of fish soup, the scalding liquid sliding down his esophagus, full of umami flavor, and his stomach instantly warmed up.

Enjoy high-quality pan-fried lamb chops with fresh fish soup.

[Life Skills Experience +12. Life Skills Lv3 (21/500)]

[Gain temporary buff "Fullness": Stamina recovery speed increased by 30% for 6 hours.]

[Gain temporary buff "Sweet Dreams": You will have a good night's sleep on this cold night.]

Suwei spat out a bone and looked at the cotton candy in front of him, which he was eating without even looking up.

After eating and drinking his fill, he leaned back on the sofa, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace.

The system panel expands.

[Mechanical Repair] LV1 (31/100).

It wasn't fast, but it was very solid.

This is the experience he gained through hands-on practice.

Suwei turned to look out the window.

The wind and snow subsided a bit, and the frost flowers on the window reflected the firelight.

That huge U-shaped valley.

That group of priceless Roosevelt deer.

They are still there.

Suwei stood up, walked to the weapons rack, ran his fingers over the Browning rifle, and then landed on the map on the wall.

His fingertip pressed heavily on the center of the red circle.

No need to rush into taking risks; prepare your tools first.

Once I'm completely familiar with the engine tomorrow, I can start working on the repairs.

That snowmobile.