Chapter 102: Repairing Tractors
At two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was ready to go, but Lu Mingfeng couldn't walk such a long distance because of his leg injury. He had to be carried, but there was no stretcher. Jiang He wanted to buy his wheelchair, but it was a scarce commodity nowadays, even rarer than bicycles, and there was no way the hospital would sell it to him.
I didn't want to ask Cui Minghui for help. After all, if I messed up and let other people know, they would think that she was abusing her power for personal gain. You have to know that in this era, if you receive a report, no matter whether you are right or wrong, it will be thoroughly investigated.
While thinking of a solution, Jiang He caught a glimpse of a dilapidated old tractor in the commune square. Looking at the dust on it, which was as thick as his little fingernail, he had an idea. He then found the village chief of Hongxi Village and asked if he could borrow it.
The village chief of Hongxi Village is Bai Shidan, an old man in his 60s. When he heard that Jiang He wanted to borrow a tractor, he looked embarrassed.
When Jiang He saw this, he thought the other party would not agree, but then he thought that these were basically public property now, and if someone messed up their use, they would be punished. "If the village chief makes it difficult, then forget it." At most, several guys, young and old, would take turns carrying Lu Mingfeng along the way.
"Young comrade, you misunderstood me." Bai Shidan said hurriedly when he saw Jiang He's hopeful expression.
Seeing that the other party seemed to have something to hide, Jiang He became curious. "What's wrong?"
"To tell you the truth, this tractor is a second-hand one that our village bought a while ago. It has been broken for almost two years. We have asked several technicians to fix it but none of them could fix it. We asked technicians from higher levels but none of them could fix it. We couldn't bear to throw it away, so we just left it here to collect dust for two days." Bai Shidan said this with a look of pain on his face. "Because of this, a young comrade who bought this tractor was punished."
Jiang He walked around the tractor and then turned on the engine. Bai Shidan was so scared that he quickly stopped him and said, "Little comrade, you must not touch it." So many people say that this thing cannot be repaired. What if someone comes in the future and knows how to repair it?
"Is there any diesel at home?" Jiang He turned around and asked.
When Bai Shidan heard this, he showed an expression of disbelief on his face, "Little comrade, you won't tell me that you can repair it."
"Yeah," Jiang He nodded. He was not lying. Before he was ten years old, he lived with his grandparents in the countryside and often went to his uncle's repair shop to play. At that time, whenever school was on vacation or during the summer vacation, he would follow his uncle around the streets repairing things, from tractors to sewing machines.
When he was a child, his uncle was omnipotent in his eyes. However, with the development of the times, some things have become obsolete, and his uncle has gradually changed his career to do other things. However, Jiang He accidentally learned his uncle's skills and did not expect to use them again here.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it is indeed necessary to learn more skills, otherwise you will be able to grope around blindly after traveling through time without a system.
"Young comrade, are you really not joking?" Bai Shidan confirmed again and again.
"By the way, where is the wrench?" Jiang He lay on the old tractor, looking for the problem the other party mentioned.
"It's in the room. I'll get it for you." Seeing that Jiang He didn't pay any attention to him, Bai Shidan hurriedly ran towards the village entrance. His speed was not at all like that of a 60-year-old man.
When Bai Shidan rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found the tool box, which was called a tool box but actually contained a wrench and a hammer, Jiang He ran over and took the wrench directly. He disassembled the engine, cleaned it with oil and hit it with a hammer. When he reassembled these things, a group of people gathered around, most of whom were from Hongxi Village.
They knew that this tractor had been broken for a long time. Looking at this gentle educated youth taking the tractor apart and putting it back together, they were actually very pessimistic. The old master had done the same thing before, but the tractor still couldn't be started.
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