In the 1940s, cars were no less rare than modern private aircraft. The difficulty of repairing cars was not only a challenge to the manual labor club, but also a challenge to the engineering school.

The students of the craft club do not understand cars. I have never seen this iron thing several times, but Li Wei understood it. He lifted the hood and, with a few students who know electricity, can draw pictures and are good at exquisite mechanisms, touched the engine and explained each part, such as carburetor, ignition coil, magnetomotor, relay, gearbox, and water tank. The students of the craft club have gained knowledge. In the end, they found that the problem was that there was a problem with the carburetor and magnetomotor. There were no replacement parts, so they could only be made by hand. This was a troublesome thing. The broken parts were removed, including the teachers of the Institute of Technology and the members of the craft club. Everyone stared at each other for a long time, muttered a set of methods, and tried several times in succession. Finally, they used alternative materials to make new parts and installed them. This black beetle-style Ford car was scrambling to the playground again.

When they were about to return it to the Kuomintang member, there was another problem. There was not much gasoline left. At most, they had to lie there for dozens of miles. If the car had no oil, it would be better than a donkey cart. Li Wei found Qiu Baili, who had been thinking about alchemy and medicine all day long. After thinking about it, the two of them came up with more than 100 kilograms of strong knives wine. They used local methods and spent one night distilling out more than 90 degrees of high-purity alcohol, poured into the fuel tank, and tried the fire. It was okay! They drove to a place where they could refuel in the nearest.

It took only three or four days in total to push the school from the car to drive out. The Kuomintang member was quite surprised. He could not see that the School of Technology at Northwest United University was actually a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. The repair speed did not delay his business. He also sent someone to give him 200 silver dollars to pay for the money, which was a huge sum of money at that time, but compared with the car, it was probably worth the last tire money. Compared with the consequences of his delay time, it was quite worth it.

The maintenance of the car was a sensation in the county town at that time. In the eyes of others, the Institute of Technology was a true name. Two hundred silver dollars really made many people jealous.

In fact, the maintenance fee was paid by the Kuomintang member at that time, only about 40 silver dollars. The extra 160 silver dollars made the members of the craftsmanship club much more abundant, and many scarce materials were also settled, which made them see hope. Working with these things that ordinary people cannot understand is a business to support themselves.

The first shot of the handicraft club has become the most complex but united club in the engineering club. Just the money of silver dollars alone attracted many students to join. Several other colleges have also begun to hand over some teaching equipment to the handicraft club for production. Because many colleges are moving in a hurry, many teaching equipment and equipment are not carried. The income from making some teaching equipment for other colleges has greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of the members.

Li Wei spent a lot of effort on the seemingly unrelated production. These members of the artisan club will be elites in the arsenal in the future. It is very important to cultivate their basic knowledge of military ordnance, but it is not stated clearly. If others can see that he asked the students of the artisan club to conduct military research, the Kuomintang military police team would probably invite them to have tea soon. Li Wei broke up various military ordnance knowledge into various unrelated aspects, and combined with the work he usually took to teach them to the members. Before he knew it, the students had already had a certain knowledge of military ordnance production.

Zhao Lei, who was busy with the anti-Japanese propaganda of the Iron Blood Society all day, was not surprised that Li Wei joined the handicraft club and made it very popular. Li Wei's mature wisdom made Zhao Lei deeply believe that every move of this guy has its profound meaning.

In addition to guiding the members of the craft club, Li Wei silently observed other students in the school, observing their personalities and abilities. Before that, he had already obtained a recommended list from the Communist Party students in the school, but he still had to check his abilities personally because he had to keep a low profile in the school. However, sometimes he could not be sure which knowledge was popular at that time or whether it belonged to the future.

Perhaps it was the right time to be born. In a club composed mainly of Communist Youth League members and progressive students, Zhao Lei, who came from a few Kuomintang families, is also considered an alien. He can almost be said to be one of the top activists in the school clubs except Li Wei. Everyone can almost say that he lives in the war. However, China's weakness since the late Qing Dynasty has made the Chinese people numb to foreign aggression. Due to the ignorance and obedience of the people by rulers throughout the ages, the people often just pass by. The Japanese flee and arrest them.

When he arrived, he was waiting to die. Almost few people could think of resistance. The young and energetic Zhao Lei actively participated in the activities of the Iron Blood Club in the school. He even paid for the printing of leaflets out of his own pocket. He often mobilized students to carry out anti-Japanese propaganda on the main roads of the county and in various colleges. Sometimes he even brought students to Hanzhong City for larger-scale speeches. If Zhao Lei had not joined the Kuomintang party with his father, he would have been developed by the Communist Party organization. In the past, it was not uncommon for each member to have a different party.

Duan Cheng was still confused and vaguely felt someone flipping on several wounds on his body, wiping something.

It seemed like someone was talking in his ears. Duan Cheng listened subconsciously and carefully. When he heard it clearly, it was a Chinese and a Japanese. The Chinese voice seemed to be familiar. He didn't hear clearly what he was saying. His mind turned blank with a bang, and an irreversible fact came to him.

He was captured! ~

Duan Cheng wanted to roar angrily, trying to fight with the Japanese devil and the traitor, but it caused a burst of pain that swept across his body like a huge wave. He couldn't even lift a finger, as if his body no longer belonged to him.

A dizziness once again covered his consciousness.

When Duan Cheng woke up again, it seemed that his injuries were healed a lot and he could barely open his eyes.
Chapter completed!