Siheyuan: I am so good that I became a god of war

Ding Weidong returned to his bedroom and found that his own (Ma Li Zhao) kang was already heated. He went to the bathroom to wash up and then returned to the bedroom to make some tea.

Because Li Qingyu, He Yushui and Xiaoyuer went to take a bath. Ding Weidong had to wait for them to come back.

At around nine o'clock, Li Qingyu and He Yushui brought Xiaoyu back. Xiaoyu was held by Li Qingyu and fell asleep on her shoulder.

"Everyone go to sleep, I'll close the door." Ding Weidong was about to close the door, but Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai came over in a hurry.

Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu had just finished dinner. It was those two bowls of dumpling soup that made them feel better. After sending Jia's relatives to the hotel run by the brigade, the two came back.

"What do you two want to do?" Ding Weidong asked coldly.

"Chief Ding, you must have a lot of meat in your hands. Can you transfer some to us?" Yi Zhonghai looked pleading, but he still used a set of moral ** as usual: "We are all in the same compound. The Jia family needs help in this difficult situation. Only..."

Ding Weidong slammed the door shut without waiting for Yi Zhonghai to finish his words.

"Let's go, uncle. This kind of person has a heart of stone." Sha Zhu shook his head and said, "It's useless to beg him. Let's go to Pigeon City later."

"It's the only way. The price of pigeon meat is too high." Yi Zhonghai was a little worried. The Jia family didn't give Yi Zhonghai a penny for organizing this funeral.

Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu returned to the middle courtyard. In the living room of the Jia family, the black coffin was placed. On the ground on both sides were many quilts. These were all rented from the quilt rental group on the street.

Qin Huairu knelt alone on the quilt. As for Jia Zhang, she was already snoring loudly on the kang in the inner room. Banggeng and Xiaodang fell asleep under the quilt.

"Sister Qin, are you keeping watch alone? Then I'll accompany you." Sha Zhu looked concerned.

"No, but thank you, Zhuzi. I have something for you..." Qin Huairu said pretentiously.

"Whatever it is, as long as you ask me, Sister Qin, I will do my best to get it done." Sha Zhu patted his chest.

"Just take Banggeng to your room to sleep." Qin Huairu said.

"Okay, I'll take Banggeng back right away." Shazhu agreed with surprise.

In Sha Zhu's mind, this was the first step to get closer to Sister Qin. If he continued to do this step by step, he would definitely have a chance to get Sister Qin into bed.

Qin Huairu nodded softly and said, "It will be much easier for me to take Xiaodang with me."

Yi Zhonghai was secretly pleased with himself, but he said nothing. He said a few empty words with a righteous look on his face, then turned around and went home.

After everyone left, Qin Huairu looked at the coffin and murmured, "Dongxu, don't blame me. Some things didn't go as you said."

"If I don't catch these two people, it will be too difficult for me to support the Jia family alone. But don't worry, I will never do anything to let you down."

Qin Huairu still embarked on the path in the original book. Although she had her own ** opportunity, it seemed that Qin Huairu knew that it would be very hard. She didn't want to go that way at all.

It feels so comfortable to have someone to help you.

Ding Weidong was awakened by the sound of chirping the next morning. He looked at the time and it was only five o'clock in the morning. The noise coming from outside must be caused by the people from the Jia family coming in and out.

Ding Weidong practiced a set of boxing in the study, opened the kitchen door from the outside, walked into the bathroom, solved his physiological problems, and then washed up.

I came out and locked the kitchen door. It was almost six o'clock. The sky was already slightly bright. A few people came in with a flatbed cart.

Ding Weidong thought about it and followed him to the central courtyard.

It's already a mess here.

Ding Weidong walked to a table where Yan Bugui sat. He was the accountant, collecting money for silk and silk.

"Ding Weidong, one dollar!"

Ding Weidong stood in front of the table and handed a dollar to Yan Bugui.

"Chief Ding, you...tsk tsk!" Yan Bugui smacked his lips and wrote down Ding Weidong's one dollar in the account book: "Then tofu rice tonight..."

Usually it's 30 or 50 cents, but Ding Weidong's one dollar is too much. "No, I don't have time to participate." Ding Weidong said calmly.

Yan Bugui was stunned for a moment, then he immediately understood that Ding Weidong came as a leader. In terms of friendship, he had nothing to do with the Jia family.

After Ding Weidong turned around and left, he saw the ceremony of nailing the coffin lid shut was in progress. "Banggeng, hurry up and shout, Daddy, get out of the way!"

A mason stood in front of the coffin with a hammer and a large nail in his hands, ready to hammer in the nails.

Bang Geng blinked his dead fish eyes for a long time before he shouted. Over there, the earthworkers were nailing the coffin lid shut. Qin Huairu was watching from the side and burst into tears.

Before this, Qin Huairu felt that everything was like a dream. But the lid of the coffin was nailed shut, which made Qin Huairu wake up and realize that everything in front of her was real.

Ding Weidong returned home, had breakfast and then rode his bike to work.

As soon as I sat down in the office, Li Huaide came over in a hurry.

"Weidong, your proposal is great. The department is ready to implement it." Li Huaide said proudly: "When we start, we will definitely reward you."

"We'll talk about this later. Director Li, I saw a motorcycle next to the third canteen." Ding Weidong asked, "Why was it left there?"

It was a 250mm three-wheeled motorcycle.

"What else can it be? It's broken! It seems there's something wrong with the engine. What a pity, everything else is fine." Li Huaide shook his head and smacked his lips.

"Now that I've fixed it, can I use it alone?" Ding Weidong asked.

"Sure, no problem." Li Huaide said with a smile: "It's very troublesome to find someone to repair this thing. Anyway, no one in our factory can repair it."

"I learned to repair motorcycles in the army." Ding Weidong said casually, "I can just take it apart and fix it myself."

What Ding Weidong said was true, he really knew how to repair motorcycles, especially this old 250.

Before his soul traveled through time and space, Ding Weidong owned several motorcycles. Repairing and modifying them was easy for him, partly out of love for them and partly for the needs of live streaming.

Later, he even developed the habit of tinkering with cars. If he hadn't traveled through time, he might have been able to build a car himself.

Ding Weidong's home is equipped with machine tools and other tools, so it is easy for him to reproduce any parts. Li Huaide was deeply surprised: "You can actually repair motorcycles, but the engine is broken."

"Several car repairmen were at a loss after taking the car apart."

"Don't worry, I'll fix it soon." Ding Weidong said, "It's too cold to ride this thing now. How about I change it into a three-wheeler? Then I can install a cab."

Ding Weidong pushed the car to the door of the fitter's workshop and started repairing it there. There was actually no major problem with the engine, only the piston ring was faulty.

Ding Weidong borrowed a machine tool and quickly produced the piston ring.

The engine is made of steel because this motorcycle is a product of thirty years ago and is still famous for its Don't Touch Me.

This motorcycle was probably left behind by the transport captain, and it looks to be in pretty good condition.

Most of the key parts in the engine were replaced by Ding Weidong (adfc), and some minor modifications were also made.

By noon, the prototype of the three-wheeled motorcycle had already appeared. Li Huaide did not go anywhere, but watched Ding Weidong repair the motorcycle with full concentration.

"We can assemble it this afternoon." Ding Weidong said with a smile, "By the way, we need a welder to help. Calculate the cost of the steel and I'll go and deliver it."

Ding Weidong didn't want to take advantage of this, otherwise it would become a handle.

After lunch, Ding Weidong continued to work. Two welders completed the welding of the carriage and the cab according to Ding Weidong's instructions.

Ding Weidong installed the engine and the body. Soon, a three-wheeled vehicle was assembled.

Ding Weidong added gasoline and engine oil to the car. He stepped on the accelerator and the engine roared, with a stream of black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe.

Li Huaide was dumbfounded, watching Ding Weidong ride his bike out for a spin and come back.

Before Ding Weidong got out of the car, Li Huaide grabbed him and asked, "Weidong, can you make a motorcycle by yourself?"

"Yes, this is not a difficult task." Ding Weidong said casually: "I will load the truck bed now. And the cab..."

"With this thing, it will be much more convenient to go hunting in the future."

Li Huaide was very excited: "That's great, that's great. We can also set up a motorcycle factory and produce motorcycles! It won't be a factory with only iron lumps anymore."

"This will make my logistics work much easier."

Ding Weidong knew that supplies were scarce in the past and were not abundant even now.

If you want to obtain some unplanned supplies, you have to find a way yourself. For example, a textile factory can exchange cloth with a meat processing factory to distribute some meat to its employees.

But the steel mills were all made of iron, and no factory was willing to exchange things with them. When he needed certain materials, Li Huaide had to ask for help from others.

If they could produce a motorcycle now, that would be a big deal. Li Huaide was imagining how those annoying guys would come to please him if his steel mill could produce motorcycles.

"I need to think about this. Maybe we should just build a car?" Ding Weidong said, touching his chin.

"What? You can build a car?" Li Huaide could hardly believe his ears.

"I guess it can. It's just four wheels, an engine and a few sofas." Ding Weidong said lightly.

"Well, that's easy for you to say." Li Huaide said anxiously, "Why don't we get the motorcycle started first, and then talk about the car."

Ding Weidong nodded, and finished installing the truck bed and cab. Seeing that it was already four o'clock, he threw the bicycle into the truck bed and set off.

He returned to the courtyard gate and removed the threshold. He then pushed the tricycle in and placed it under the jujube tree at the kitchen door, which was as thick as a teacup, and tied it to the tree with an iron chain.

Yan Bugui ran over and reached out to touch the tricycle. The tricycle was painted blue and looked very high-end.

"Tsk tsk, this is a motorcycle... but why isn't it a sidecar?" Yan Bugui said in surprise: "Chief Ding, please lend it to me. I'm going fishing outside the city tomorrow..."

"roll……"