Chapter 94: Easy solution

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Easy solution Mr Liu didn't expect Feng Yiping to take on this task again. Before he could stop him, Feng Yiping had already squeezed in and knelt down to say to the mechanic, 'Even if everything else is normal, the more you pull like this, the more air there will be in the cylinder, and the thinner the mixture will become. Won't that make it harder to start?'

The mechanic was already unhappy, and when he heard this from a little kid, he waved his hand and said, 'You're good, if you're so capable, you come and fix it.'

I'll do it. What's the big deal?

He walked to the back of the car, expertly removed the spark plug, pulled the starter to test it, and found that it turned normally, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the cylinder. The most difficult cause had been eliminated.

He then touched the spark plug to the cylinder head and pulled the starter. There were blue sparks in front of him, and the circuit was also normal. He already had a good idea in his mind.

Before Director Ye could stop him, the student from the outside school had already started working. Looking at him, he seemed quite skilled, so Director Ye couldn't help but hold out some hope. He just waited on the sidelines, treating a dead horse like a live one, hoping that maybe it could really be cured.

Feng Yiping turned his head, removed the air filter, and then prepared to remove the carburetor. The maintenance mechanic standing nearby, wanting to see the joke, stopped him, 'What are you doing? Do you know what this is? Do you know how much it's worth?'

Of course I know. Small RB's generators are not cheap these days. This five-kilowatt one is now more expensive than Cai Lei's motorcycle. The spare parts are also very expensive, carburetors, voltage regulators, etc., all cost one to two thousand yuan. In total, the price has increased by at least 500%.

'How long has your generator not been used?' Feng Yiping paused first.

'We used it during the New Year's holiday, why?'

'So after it stopped running, did you drain the oil in the carburetor?'

The mechanic hesitated and didn't say anything, which meant that he hadn't.

'The reason is very simple. At that time, the oil was not completely drained, and now the holes in the carburetor are blocked, so it needs to be disassembled and cleaned.'

Seeing that he was so sure, the mechanic hesitated. There was no other way. According to the regulations, if the generator is not used for a long time, the remaining oil in the carburetor must be drained. This is his job, but he didn't do it well.

Not to mention the fact that he didn't know anything about carburetors. He could take it apart, but he definitely couldn't put it back together again, not to mention how to unclog the holes.

If he couldn't fix it himself, and a kid could do it in no time, how would he explain it to his leader? He was no better than a kid?

On the contrary, if he didn't fix it now, he would save face, and he could explain to his leader afterwards that it wasn't the carburetor's fault, and it was easy to make something break if you didn't fix it properly.

Unfortunately, there are many clever people, especially in this school. Director Ye probably saw through his little scheme and told Feng Yiping, 'You do it. I borrowed the generator, so I'll take responsibility.' Searᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'No problem, I'll have it fixed in five minutes.'

Feng Yiping set to work dismantling the carburetor. Teacher Liu squeezed over and whispered, 'Are you sure you can do it? Don't be so brave!'

'Don't worry, Mr Liu, during the summer holidays, I followed someone to repair an identical one in the provincial capital.' Feng Yiping casually made up an excuse.

He quickly disassembled the carburetor and removed the float chamber. He blew into the measuring hole and sure enough, it was blocked.

The repairman stayed by his side the whole time, and now he wanted to pitch in too. It would be good to have two people working on it together, he said, leaning down. 'It's such a small hole, should we find a needle or a thin piece of wire to poke it with?'

This is the kind of thing an amateur would say, and this time it was Feng Yiping's turn to ignore him and not bother to explain.

Soak it in gasoline to clean it. Without any other tools, he had to rely on his lung capacity. After the hole was unblocked, he installed the carburetor, then the generator, connected the fuel line, installed the base of the air filter, unscrewed the oil plug, and checked the oil level. It was reasonable, so he stepped on the generator bracket, lifted the rope and gave it a tug. The flywheel spun happily, and then it started with a 'toot-toot-toot'.

'Haha,' Director Ye let out a sigh of relief. "Oh," the students who had gathered around immediately started cheering, and those from Liangjiahe Middle School were applauding even more.

Feng Yiping listened to the sound for a while, and it was running normally. He checked the index on the voltmeter, and it was normal, so he pressed the power switch, and the lights in the classroom on the first floor lit up.

'Thank you, classmate!' Director Ye ignored Feng Yiping's dirty hands and took his hand and walked towards the guard room. Feng Yiping turned to the maintenance man and said, "Put the air filter back in place, can you?'

The man blushed and nodded.

Teacher Liu followed up, "Director Ye, this is a second-year student from our school.'

'Oh, Lao Liu, your school is not bad.' Teacher Liu had also asked him about the competition this morning.

Director Ye took Feng Yiping to the janitor's room to wash his hands. The boy who had been punched by Feng Yiping followed a teacher and walked over as well. Director Ye was still enthusiastically pouring hot water for Feng Yiping. The teacher coughed, 'Director Ye!'

'Hm?' Director Ye turned around, 'Yes?'

'Yes, there is something,' the teacher glanced at Feng Yiping, and the Form 2 teenager outside the door also stared at Feng Yiping fiercely, his eyes full of meaning that he wanted to show you up.

Feng Yiping didn't care at all. He washed his hands carefully, making sure to get rid of the petrol and engine oil, otherwise the smell would be transferred to the answer sheet. No matter what the essay was like, this would be the first thing to put off the teachers marking the papers.

The teacher hadn't finished speaking yet when there was a 'beep' from the horn outside the door. The leader was here! Director Ye said to Feng Yiping, 'Feng, right? Wash your hands and go to the classroom. Wait for me after the exam. I'll call your headmaster.'

'Okay, Director Ye, you go ahead!'

Without another word to the teacher, Director Ye hurriedly ran out of the guard room to greet the leader.

Feng Yiping washed his hands and rushed to the classroom with Teacher Liu. The student and teacher were still standing in the doorway, but Feng Yiping pretended not to see them and ignored them.

The teacher coughed again, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything. This wasn't one of their school's students, and there was a teacher with him, so he didn't have the authority to scold him. Besides, the exam is coming up soon, and it would be inappropriate to stop the participating students at this time. He'd better wait and find Director Ye later.

Teacher Liu now has a newfound respect for Feng Yiping. Of course, he had an impression of Feng Yiping before, but it was just a few short stories. Now, after spending more than a day together, he has seen that this child is measured in his actions and appropriate in his dealings with others. No wonder Wang Yumin holds him in such high regard.

He escorted him to the classroom door and Teacher Liu said to him with a smile, 'Do well in the exam, and I'll take care of everything else.'

He was not a slow person, and he knew everything that was going on at school. He had seen the look on the teacher's face when she had just asked for Director Ye, and he knew that it was the student who had moved in with Feng Yiping that had caused the conflict.

'Thank you, Teacher,'

The exam hasn't started yet, but everyone is already seated. Feng Yiping finds his seat. Many of the students around him have just seen him fix the generator. A few of them think he's a show-off and don't like him from the bottom of their hearts. They stand by and watch with cold eyes, while some smile and give him signs. A boy in the first row, a third-year student from Liangjiahe Middle School, even turns around and gives him a thumbs-up.

They are all students and peers. In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Yiping's abilities are also the abilities of their group.