Rebirth 79, starting from making my ex-wife regret

After lunch, Wu Hongbing led Fang Lin back to the small group with a strange look on his face.

Open your own bike.

Carrying Fang Lin out to get engine parts.

Time goes back to one hour ago.

Fang Lin wiped the rice grains off his face calmly, said nothing, and continued to eat his meal.

Faced with Wu Hongbing's constant questioning, Fang Lin only said one sentence.

No diamonds, no porcelain work.

Seeing that Fang Lin seemed really confident that he could build a motorcycle, Wu Hongbing didn't ask any more questions.

After finishing his meal in a hurry, he immediately took Fang Lin out.

In the 1970s, Yenching University had not yet undergone comprehensive transformation.

The city's overall area is not particularly large.

An hour later, the two left the city and came to the suburbs.

After a while, the bicycle stopped in front of a large iron gate.

There is a sign hanging next to the iron gate.

The third waste recycling station in Yanjing.

"So this is it."

Looking at the words on the sign, Fang Lin secretly said that great minds think alike.

To build a motorcycle by hand, you need not only an engine, but also tires, body parts, and machine tools.

The last three problems are easy to solve.

The only problem is the car in front.

What is an engine?

The heart of a motor vehicle is a high-tech industrial product.

Xiaguo's current vehicle production capacity is in a situation where demand exceeds supply.

Even a scrapped engine can be reused a second or third time.

"Brother Fang, have you been here?"

Wu Hongbing, who was about to knock on the door, noticed the strange expression on Fang Lin's face and couldn't help but ask a question.

"I haven't been here, but I have a rough idea of ​​where your parts came from."

Fang Lin smiled faintly and said, "Besides the car factory, this is the only place where you can get engine parts."

Wu Hongbing said admiringly: "Brother Fang, you are the smartest person I have ever met. There is really nothing that can be hidden from you."

"That's right, this is the only place where you can get motorcycle parts."

After saying that, Wu Hongbing knocked hard on the door.

"Don't smash it, the gate is public property. If you break it, you'll be in big trouble."

After a long time, cursing voices were heard from inside.

The door opened, and a sleepy middle-aged man said, "Breaking the door in the middle of the day, my family is dead... Hey, isn't this a Red Soldier?"

Wu Hongbing didn't waste any time and took out a bag of unopened peonies and threw it over.

"Lao Li, this is my buddy, Fang Lin. Come over here and meet me. Please do me a favor."

"Hey, look at what you said, we are just following each other, just watch it."

The middle-aged man named Lao Li took the cigarette with a smile.

Walking inside, a very shocking scene appeared before Fang Lin's eyes.

All kinds of scrapped cars, trucks and motorcycles can be seen everywhere in front.

There are so many that it’s hard to count them.

Fang Lin even saw several imported cars produced in the 1920s and 1930s.

It's no exaggeration.

The scrapped vehicles here include those from China and abroad.

The period spans from the beginning of this century to after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Jiefang trucks, Ford trucks, Volga cars, Hucheng sedans, Studebaker cars, and 212 jeeps.

The easternmost location.

Parked there was a military three-wheeled motorcycle produced in Kosakura.

"How about it, is it shocking?"

Wu Hongbing smiled and said, "The third waste recycling station in Yanjing is also called the vehicle cemetery by us. The person in charge here is my father's comrade-in-arms. When I was a child, my childhood friends in the factory and I often came here to play war games."

"Brother Fang, once you are here, it's just like being here yourself. Just pick whatever you need."

"sorry to bother you."

Fang Lin nodded and walked towards the various scrapped motorcycles.

Yanjing has many scrap recycling stations, and only the third recycling station is responsible for recycling scrapped vehicles.

in the past.

The scrapped vehicles from the agricultural machinery factory are also sent here.

This happens to be the place where Fang Lin sources his car bodies.

The agricultural machinery factory has ready-made machine tools, so processing is not a problem.

Tires and car bodies can all be solved here.

Unexpectedly, a strange combination of circumstances happened.

All core materials and components can be obtained here.

once in a while.

The superior department of the scrap recycling station will send people to register and remove the usable parts.

Unusable car bodies are kept here in line, waiting to be recycled.

An era of material scarcity.

Even a screw has countless uses.

After going around in circles, Fang Lin arrived next to Xiao Yinghua's three-wheeled tricycle.

Type 95 military sidecar motorcycle, commonly known as 95-.

Like the Nambu pistol, all of them are imitations of foreign technology.

The technology patent comes from Harley Motors.

Sakura's first military motorcycle.

The motorcycle was manufactured several decades ago and its body is very well maintained.

It can be seen that this car must have come from the army.

Only the army can maintain a car as good as a new one.

Compared with other rusty motorcycles, the appearance of the 95 motorcycle is still relatively intact.

make up one's mind.

Using the shell of this car as the outer shell of the new car, Fang Lin began to look for usable gearbox and engine parts.

It took Fang Lin nearly two hours to use borrowed tools to dismantle a large number of spare parts from the Russian M72 military motorcycle and the domestic 750 motorcycle.

I have really good luck today.

It was obvious that these cars had been delivered not long ago, and the superiors had not had time to send people to inspect and dismantle them.

"so much!"

Seeing that the spare parts Fang Lin had selected were as numerous as a mountain, Wu Hongbing began to feel troubled.

It's not difficult to move these things.

But how to transport it back like this?

"Look at my brain."

Wu Hongbing laughed at himself and said, "I forgot, Brother Fang, you are the driver, you can use the truck to transport these things."

Fang Lin said: "Xiao Wu, regarding the price..."

"Brother Fang, you are going to slap me in the face!"

Wu Hongbing said with an unhappy face: "You helped us find a market for electronic components and even taught us how to make electric fans by hand. What's wrong with giving you some engine parts? You are asking for money again. I am really unhappy."

"Xiao Wu, you are a good friend, and I, Fang Lin, am not bad either."

"Well, I'll get you a motorcycle, too."

"You call me Big Brother, so I'll give you a welcome gift, which is also considered as accepting you as my younger brother."

Fang Lin had a simple smile on his face, like an older brother.

Life is alive.

In addition to having money, you also need a lot of connections.

At present, Wu Hongbing is someone with whom I can make close friends.

In a small group, everyone responds to one call and the relationship in society is also good.

the most important is.

Fang Lin will definitely need him in the future.

The summer of 1979 was a time of fierce struggle between new and old ideas.

A large amount of goods, technologies and ideas from foreign countries poured into Xia State.

Simultaneously.

Society also began to become restless.

Fights, murders and robberies are increasing year by year.

This in turn triggered the nationwide crackdown in 83.

Be strict and swift in punishing minor crimes with heavy sentences.

Kill one to warn the rest and deter lawlessness!

This shows how chaotic the streets are.

"real or fake?!"

Wu Hongbing looked exaggerated and swallowed hard.

"Of course it's true. I'm planning to get myself a sidecar. Do you want a two-wheeler or a three-wheeler?"

"Like you, I also want a tricycle!"

Thinking of how Fang Lin easily disassembled so many engine parts, coupled with the skills he had shown before, Wu Hongbing couldn't help but feel excited.

I really want to be able to drive a sidecar.

Among all the factory kids in this old city, is there anyone more carefree than me?