When he came out just now, He Gui felt that he should be in Dongcheng, Kyoto, and there was a road sign called Guangqu Road. However, 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 on his bicycle in Shanghai. He handed it to the old man while pushing the bicycle in: "Uncle San, this is this, my head is broken. I will stay here for a few days now. I can let him do any work."

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

Yu Jun and Zhang Feng left quickly, and He Gui was arranged in a room with a kang with a quilt on it.

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

This old man didn't look like he was in his sixties, but he was murderous. When the rabbit fought against the Allied Forces of the Seventeen Kingdoms, he crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Of course, He Gui had to clean up his own garbage, clean up the garbage in his house, then found some lime and scattered it into the house, and then cleaned the kitchen next to him.

Then I saw that there was also a lot of garbage in the yard.

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

The agricultural machinery factory has no business at all. He Gui was curious about how the agricultural machinery factory survived. There was a piece of land in the yard with beans and other things.

Yu Hongjun carefully observed He Gui from the side. He had fine skin and tender flesh and no calluses on his hands. It seemed that he had been very easy to work before.

I don’t have tattoos or any wounds on my body, and I don’t look like a bastard.

For a week in a row, He Gui cleaned up the entire factory, which was actually two rows of houses, one yard, and the yard was seven or eight hundred square meters. They were all cleaned up.

The yard is covered with red brick floors, and dozens of scrapped agricultural machinery are thrown aside. He Gui ate and slept except for working.

"Xiao He, you can visit your house tonight, I'll go home." Yu Hongjun left after saying a word.

He Gui nodded and then made his own. However, around the factory, Yu Hongjun, Yu Jun, Zhang Feng and others were guarding outside. The yard was surrounded by farmland and small doors could enter and exit at will. If he was a criminal, he would not run away immediately?

Seven or eight people are hiding in the darkness. If He Gui makes any movement, he will immediately rush forward.

I locked the door, put the local dog Dahuang, locked his door, and then went back to modern times, and the phone was left, and no one called me. He Gui was an orphan.

Although there are relatives, I just want to greet each other during the Chinese New Year.

I found a few videos of repairing single-cylinder diesel engines on the Internet. After watching it for a while, I joined the bar of a motorcycle enthusiast.

There are also many cars in 1985, but most of them are from public institutions. If you don’t make money when you repair a bicycle, you only have motorcycles. What is the easiest thing to change among motorcycles? The exhaust pipe.

Three hours later, He Gui, who had not brought anything, returned to the agricultural machinery factory in 1985 and slept with his head covered.

"This kid looks really fine." Yu Hongjun whispered.

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

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

It was not until the morning when we saw He Gui open the iron gate, the whole guy left.

Yang Lihong looked at the people who came back with red bumps on her face, and she knew that there was no recurrence.

"This kid must be stupid." Yu Hongjun made a direct judgment.

Yu Jun shook his head and said, "The key is that there is no place to settle now. It would be better if the shelter is a woman and a child, such a big man."

"Maybe there is only one person at home." Zhang Feng made a judgment.

Yu Hongjun had dinner at the police station and went to bed at a temporary resting place. After lunch, he slowly walked back.

He Gui ate a big bowl of noodles in the morning, so he picked up the guy and started it. There are many single-cylinder tractors here, most of which are hand-held tractors, and there are also six-wheel tractors.

Demolition, dismantle, dismantle.

Take off the parts and take a closer look. If you can repair them, put them in one place, use them in one place, and put them in one place with completely scrap.

If you are lucky, you can repair one after dismantling three units, clean it with diesel, and then start assembly.

After assembly, shake the handle and dong dong dong dong dong dong!

The single-cylinder diesel engine that had been sleeping for several years, the king of engines, has rejuvenated again.

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

"Young man can repair it?" The old man couldn't tell at the age of his age. People at this time generally looked old, wearing a work clothes from a cotton mill, a pair of yellow rubber shoes on their feet, and a palm-leaf fan in their hands.

"Yes." He Gui didn't say much, and he didn't say anything after spitting out a word. The old man looked at it for half an hour and saw with his own eyes that he installed a bunch of parts and then started it.

The old man turned his head and ran away, and soon ran home. He asked his wife to pull and push each other and then brought a hand tractor here.

"Young man, help me see if you are not here?" The old man smiled and patted He Gui with a palm-leaf fan.

He Gui stood up, picked up the shaking handle, shook it gently, listened with his ears, turned on the pressure relief, and looked carefully. He was a little off-limited. It was probably not installed properly during installation, and the wear and tear was getting worse and worse after long-term use.

I looked for a part, changed it, tried the distance with my hands, and twisted it twice.

Then tighten it, shake it with one hand, listen carefully, then turn off the engine, turn on the decompression again, and adjust it again.

"Okay." It was done in less than twenty minutes.

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

"How much?" The old man felt relieved, his voice was messy and afraid that the machine would explode, so he asked He Gui.

"I'm not at home." He Gui went to trouble himself and started to dismantle the tractor again.

The old man drove home happily and told the next door that the agricultural machinery next door had some problems, so he came to find He Gui. For lunch, an aunt brought the noodles from her house.

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

Yu Hongjun walked around and saw something was wrong. Why were there so many people in the agricultural machinery factory? His heart was shocked. Could something happened?

When I looked closer, I found that many agricultural machinery was placed at the door of the yard. When I entered the door, I saw He Gui welding a wheat-making machine.

"Old Yu, where did you go and collect money."

"Yes, collecting money, do you say you're not delaying things?"

"I also need copper wire. My motor is broken. You don't have any materials here."

"that is."
Chapter completed!