I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 577 Leaders who came to inspect the work
Ever since Song Wu reopened the Limin Repair Shop, things have been much busier here than before. Not only are there more types of work, but the quantity is also greater.

When he first arrived in 58 or 59, there were few bicycles on the streets. Most of the bicycles he repaired were old ones, many of which were from before the liberation. Most of them were even foreign brands, and some were collected by various bicycle shops at that time.

Although bicycles are still large items in homes, almost every household has one. The ones running on the streets are all 28-inch bicycles made by domestic brands in recent years. The so-called bicycle kingdom has already taken shape.

At that time, until the repair shop closed, few people came to him to repair electronic products. Apart from selling a radio that he assembled himself, he had very few opportunities to repair radios.

Now, people come to him every day to repair radios. Radios are no longer rare. Dual-cassette recorders and black-and-white TVs are more rare now.

Song Wu's repair shop quickly became famous again, and the reputation of the shop was restored.

He is very popular now, mainly because he can repair anything. It can be said that as long as you have something at home, there is nothing he cannot repair. He can even repair the TV sets that have just entered ordinary people's homes.

I don’t know who advertised for him, but the first self-employed repair shop was even published in the newspaper. Although Song Wu’s personal image was not published in the newspaper, the sign of Limin Repair Shop was clearly visible in a prominent position in the newspaper.

Now, his place will become a standard check-in spot for internet celebrities in the future. People often come from across the district riding bicycles or bringing radios and other things to his place to have them repaired.

One reason was that I heard that his craftsmanship was good and his prices were cheap, and the other was that I just wanted to join in the fun and see what was new.

Today, Song Wu found a good item from his former workplace, a scrap collection station. It was a Riga light motorcycle. Of course, by the time it came into his hands, it was already as good as scrap.

In Song Wu's opinion, this thing is a replica of a future light electric car, except that the battery is replaced by a fuel tank. It is also equipped with pedals, and the fuel tank is relatively small, with a displacement of only 40cc. The maximum speed is at most 40 kilometers per hour, which is just about the same as an electric car.

But the shape is very good, this thing is said to be the dream of all boys in the former Soviet Union. Now this dream is rusty, and even the wheel rods are broken. It must have been sold as scrap at the recycling station, but when Song Wu saw it, he thought it could be refurbished.

Song Wu refurbished this completely scrapped motorcycle because he also wanted to learn more about this famous light motorcycle technology.

This morning, apart from doing a few small jobs, he spent the rest of the time tinkering with the scrapped Riga motorcycle.

First, disassemble it into parts one by one, even the engine.

The wheels and frame were easy to handle, just like repairing a bicycle. He could easily build a new bicycle by hand, let alone refurbish it, polish it, and add some parts.

The greatest difficulty lies in disassembling, cleaning and repairing the engine.

If it were in someone else's hands, there would probably be so many spare parts that they wouldn't be able to remember the number of spare parts and how to install them, unless you have the drawings or have done the same job and are very familiar with the engine structure.

But it was not difficult for Song Wu. After dismantling it, he remembered it clearly in his mind. The assembly method and position of the spare parts were almost imprinted in his mind.

Therefore, he did not miss other jobs in the morning. He skillfully made the motorcycle that was originally rusted and completely scrapped in the recycling station look brand new.

The places where the paint was missing were repainted, and the places without paint were polished and polished. In addition, he made reasonable modifications according to his own understanding. In short, it even looks better than the new Riga motorcycle.

Today, he was busy repairing this light motorcycle in front of the repair shop, but it attracted a lot of interest in Nanluoguxiang, and many elderly people gathered around. Many people even watched from beginning to end, watching a piece of junk turned into a brand new high-end motorcycle. Everyone felt incredible. They all knew that Song Wu had good skills, but he only repaired bicycles. But seeing him refurbish the motorcycle into this state, everyone was convinced.

Song Wu pretended to go back to the yard for a walk, but in fact he took a barrel of gasoline from his own space and added it to the fuel tank of the motorcycle.

With the sound of the engine revving, he rode his Riga scooter around Nanluoguxiang. When he returned to the repair shop, there was applause from all around.

Nowadays, let alone cars, bicycles have only just become popular and are still high-end items. Motorcycles are definitely a rare item that you can't even think about.

So, this morning, Song Wu showed off his skills in front of everyone, demonstrating his ability to build a motorcycle with his bare hands. This really made everyone excited.

Grandpa Liu, who was so old that he had lost many of his teeth, came over, still sitting in the hand-cranked wheelchair that Song Wu had made for him.

He happily watched Song Wu riding the motorcycle, gathered up all his strength, and asked vaguely: "Song Wu, how fast can this motorcycle go?"

Song Wu turned off the scooter, turned his head to look at Grandpa Liu who was already blind and deaf, and approached him, leaned over to his ear and said loudly: "This bike can't run fast, but it can still be pedaled when it runs out of gas. The fastest speed is only 30 or 40 kilometers, but it's convenient to ride to and from get off work or to buy groceries."

At this time, the neighbors nearby asked with a smile: "Back then, you assembled bicycles for everyone, wheelchairs, and even radios. Each of these was a rare thing at the time, but you were able to make them. Now motorcycles are even rarer. Are you planning to make motorcycles for everyone?"

Song Wu turned around and patted the Riga motorcycle next to him. He said proudly, "Old men, don't tell me, as long as you dare to ask for it, I can make it for you. I guarantee that the quality is better than the imported motorcycles you bought."

He really can do it. He disassembled and cleaned it and refurbished it. Now he is very familiar with this motorcycle, including the engine. He can even assemble it by hand. This is not an exaggeration. The crowd is still talking about it.

At this moment, a group of people dressed as government officials came in at some point and happened to be standing behind the crowd. They heard Song Wu's bragging.

The director of the subdistrict office looked very embarrassed, and smiled and said to the female superior next to him: "Master Song in our subdistrict has good skills. He is good at repairing bicycles and radios. But sometimes he can't help bragging. I guess he built a motorcycle just to amuse everyone...."

Anyway, in her imagination, how could an ordinary skilled worker make a motorcycle with bare hands? Today, when she was leading the leaders to inspect the streets, she encountered Song Wu bragging, which made her feel very embarrassed, and her thick face blushed for a rare time.

If it was someone else talking nonsense, she would have been unhappy a long time ago, but because it was Song Wu, she suppressed her dissatisfaction and tried her best to explain to her leader.

Who would have thought that today the female superior who had to go to the area near No. 95 Nanluoguxiang to inspect the area would say with a smile: "He is not bragging. Since he said he can build a motorcycle, he can definitely do it."

Having said that, she stopped talking to the director of the subdistrict office and instead pushed through the crowd and walked inside.

"Master Song, since you can make this motorcycle by hand, can you restore the technology and give it to the government to set up a motorcycle factory? I think the small motorcycle you just introduced is quite suitable for us ordinary people at present."

Song Wu, who was bragging to Lao Liu and a bunch of old neighbors with his back to this side, suddenly stiffened.

(End of this chapter)