MTL - Shuttle To Get Rich Since 1985-Chapter 3 display value

When he came out just now, He Gui felt that he should be in the east city of Kyoto. There was a street sign called Guangqu Road, but He Gui was really not familiar with Kyoto.

"Junzi is here." An old man opened the door and asked with a smile.

Yu Jun had two bottles of Erguotou hanging on his bicycle in Shanghai, and while handing them to the old man, he pushed the bicycle in and went in: "Third Uncle, this is the one whose head has been opened, and I will stay with you for a few days. Let him do it."

Yu Jun said while paying attention to He Gui's reaction with Zhang Feng. He Gui looked around curiously, and there were only three words, dirty, messy and broken.

The house is low, similar to the houses in the alley, and the yard is full of various abandoned agricultural machinery, mainly single-cylinder diesel engines.

Yu Jun and Zhang Feng left soon, and He Gui was placed in a room, just a kang with quilts on it.

"Young man, scan it yourself." Yu Hongjun said with a smile.

Don't look at this old man in his sixties, but he is a murderer. When the rabbit fought against the Allied Forces of the Seventeen Nations, he crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Of course, He Gui had to clean up by himself. He cleaned up the garbage in his house, then found some lime and sprinkled it in the house, and cleaned out the kitchen next to him.

Then when I saw the yard, I also cleaned up a pile of garbage.

Looking at the thick smoke, He Gui felt a sense of satisfaction for no reason, burning garbage like this in Kyoto, hehe!

The agricultural machinery factory had no business at all. He Gui wondered how the agricultural machinery factory survived. There was a field in the yard with beans and other things in it.

Yu Hongjun observed He Gui carefully from the side. His skin was tender and his hands were free of calluses. It seemed that he used to work very easily.

There are no tattoos or wounds on his body, so he doesn't look like a bastard.

For one week in a row, He Gui built the entire factory, which is actually two rows of houses and one yard, with a yard of seven to eight hundred square meters.

The yard is paved with red bricks. Dozens of scrapped agricultural machinery are left aside. He Gui eats and sleeps in addition to working.

"Xiao He, you watch the house tonight, and I'll go home." Yu Hongjun left without saying a word.

He Gui just nodded, and then made his own, but around the outside of the factory, Yu Hongjun, Yu Jun, Zhang Feng and others guarded outside. The yard is surrounded by farmland, and there are small doors to enter and exit at will. It's a criminal, why don't you run away immediately?

Seven or eight people were hiding in the darkness, but if He Gui made any movement, they would immediately rush forward.

Lock the door, release the local dog Rhubarb, and lock your own door, and then return to modern times, the mobile phone is left on, and no one calls, He Gui himself is an orphan.

Although there are relatives, it is enough to greet each other during the Chinese New Year.

I found a single-cylinder diesel engine repair video on the Internet. After watching it for a while, I joined a motorcycle enthusiast's bar.

There were quite a few cars in 1985, but most of them belonged to public institutions. Bicycles don’t make money to repair, so there are only motorcycles. What is the easiest thing to change in motorcycles? Exhaust pipes.

Three hours later, He Gui, who didn't bring anything with him, returned to the agricultural machinery factory in 1985 and fell asleep with his head covered.

"This kid seems to be all right." Yu Hongjun whispered, slapping the mosquito that bit him.

Zhang Feng let the mosquito bite, shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, the closer it is to dawn, the more vigilant you must be."

Others were not much better. The police officers in the police station, except for the women, basically all came.

They didn't leave until they saw He Gui open the iron gate in the morning.

Yang Lihong looked at the few people who came back with red bumps on their faces, so she knew that there was no repetition.

"This kid must be stupid." Yu Hongjun judged directly.

Yu Jun shook his head and said, "The key is that there is no place to resettle them now. It would be better to say that there are women and children in the shelter, such a big man."

"Maybe there is only one person in the family." Zhang Feng judged from the side.

Yu Hongjun ate at the police station, slept in a temporary resting place, and walked back slowly after lunch.

He Gui ate a big bowl of noodles in the morning, and then picked up the guy and started to drive. There are many single-cylinder tractors here, most of which are walking tractors, and there are also six-wheel tractors.

Break it down, break it down, break it down.

Disassemble the parts and take a closer look. Put the ones that can be repaired in one place, the ones that can be used in one place, and the ones that are completely useless.

With luck, one can be repaired after three dismantled ones, cleaned with diesel oil, and then assembled.

After the assembly is complete, shake the handle, boom boom boom boom!

The single-cylinder diesel engine, the king of engines, which has been dormant for several years, is revived again.

"Huh." Hearing the sound of the diesel engine, the nearby villagers were a little curious. When they came to the agricultural machinery factory, they saw He Gui playing with the diesel engine.

"The young man can repair?" The old man couldn't tell his age. People at this time generally look old, wearing a work uniform from a certain cotton spinning factory, a pair of yellow rubber shoes on their feet, and a cattail fan in their hands.

"Yes." He Gui didn't say much, and he didn't say a word. The old man watched for half an hour and saw with his own eyes that a bunch of messy parts were installed and then started.

The old man turned his head and ran away, and quickly ran home, and asked his wife to pull and push a walk-behind tractor here.

"Young man, help uncle to take a look?" The old man smiled and patted He Gui with his cattail fan. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

He Gui stood up, picked up the crank handle, shook it gently, listened carefully, turned on the decompression, and took a closer look. One of them was a bit off, probably not installed properly during installation, and the wear and tear became more and more serious after long-term use.

I searched for a part, replaced it, tested the distance with my hand, and twisted it twice.

Then tighten it, shake it suddenly and suddenly, listen carefully, then turn off the fire, turn on the decompression again, and adjust it again.

"Okay." It took less than twenty minutes before and after, and it was done.

The old man pulled the accelerator hard, and there was no such messy sound anymore. People who have used it for a long time will know that there is a problem with this thing when they hear the sound.

"How much?" The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and asked He Gui in a chaotic voice, as if he was afraid that the machine would explode.

"Not at home." He Gui went to work on his own, and began to disassemble the tractor again.

The old man drove home in a hurry, and told the neighbors that there were some problems with the farm machinery next door, so they came to He Gui one after another. For lunch, an aunt brought stewed noodles from her home.

He Gui has no choice. If you want to gain status, you must have your own value.

Yu Hongjun saw that something was wrong when he was strolling far away. Why are there so many people in the agricultural machinery factory?

Taking a closer look, I found a lot of agricultural machinery placed at the gate of the yard. When I entered the door, I saw He Gui was welding a wheat threshing machine.

"Old Yu, where did you go to collect money?"

"Yes, collect the money, don't you say that you are delaying things?"

"I also need copper wires. My motor is broken, and you don't have any materials here."

"that is."

Before Yu Hongjun could say anything, he was scolded by a group of uncles and aunts.