Su Wei inserted one end of the hose into the fuel filler neck.
The pipes rubbed together inside the pipe, making a "creaking" sound.
He kept adjusting the angle and pushing it in.
A slight "gurgling" sound came from the other end of the tube, indicating that it had touched the liquid surface.
Su Wei pushed it in a little further, making sure the nozzle was completely submerged in gasoline.
The remaining step is crucial.
Establish a pressure difference.
Su Wei placed the plastic bucket on the ground, knelt on one knee on the thick sole of his snow boots, and held the other end of the pipe in his hand.
The pickup truck's fuel tank is positioned very high, about one meter off the ground.
Once the oil is drawn past its highest point, atmospheric pressure will do the rest of the work for it.
However, this process carries risks.
Su Wei took a deep breath and expelled the stale air from his lungs.
He put the cold tube tip into his mouth.
The pipe walls had a strange smell of stale plastic and dust.
He didn't care about any of that.
The tongue presses against the edge of the tube opening, and the cheeks contract.
Take a deep breath.
A pale yellow liquid instantly gushed up from the transparent tube.
The speed was much faster Su Wei had anticipated.
"Gurgle..."
A pungent, spicy liquid suddenly rushed into Su Wei's mouth.
"Puff!"
Su Wei suddenly flung the tube away, spitting what was in his mouth onto the ground.
The smell went straight to the top of my head.
A burning, stinging pain shot through his tongue, mouth, and even throat.
gasoline.
If accidentally swallowed, this thing can burn through the stomach and cause chemical pneumonia.
Cough cough cough!
Su Wei was bent over, coughing violently, tears streaming down his face.
He grabbed a handful of snow from beside the garage door, stuffed it into his mouth, rinsed his mouth vigorously, and then spat it out.
Stuff one more in.
Spit it out again.
Until the burning sensation in my mouth subsided slightly, only a metallic and bitter taste remained.
He wiped his mouth and looked at the plastic bucket on the ground.
The pipe he had flung away was dangling over the rim of the bucket.
Pale yellow gasoline was flowing steadily from the pipe, creating small ripples at the bottom of the container.
It's done.
Su Wei watched the rising liquid level, a forced, ugly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
It wasn't for nothing that I suffered.
After collecting about five liters, Su Wei pulled out the tube.
The residual oil from the pipe dripped onto the ground and quickly evaporated.
He carefully carried the half-bucket of precious fuel to the snowmobile.
There is no funnel.
Su Wei found a piece of cardboard, rolled it into a funnel shape, and inserted it into the motorcycle's fuel tank opening.
He picked up the bucket and poured it out steadily.
The gasoline flowed down the cardboard into the dried-out fuel tank.
"Gulp, gulp."
Su Wei didn't stop until all the oil in the bucket was emptied.
He tightened the fuel tank cap and casually tossed the cardboard into the trash can.
Next, we need to start it up.
Su Wei climbed back onto the motorcycle.
With fuel, the machine can come to life.
Even if the battery is dead or the casing is damaged, as long as the engine can run, it can take him out of the snow.
Su Wei readjusted the choke.
Press the oil pump.
One, two, three.
This time, he felt resistance from the liquid beneath his fingers.
The fuel has already entered the carburetor.
Su Wei stood up and stretched his aching right arm.
Those dozen or so empty pulls have left his hands shaking a bit, but he has to overcome it.
He gripped the T-shaped starter handle.
Take a deep breath.
The breath I took was filled with cold air and a faint smell of gasoline.
"Give it to me!"
Su Wei let out a low growl, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and pulled hard with his arms.
"Tap tap tap tap"
The engine roared sharply.
This time it was a real, deafening explosion.
A thick plume of blue smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, instantly filling the garage.
The car body began to shake violently, and the backlight of the dashboard suddenly lit up. Although it was dim, it seemed exceptionally bright to Su Wei.
It's on fire!
It really happened!
The vibrations from the mechanical operation traveled through Su Wei's entire body via the seat and handlebars.
Su Wei felt a chill run down his spine, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
With this car, he can get through even if the snow is a meter deep.
He can go to town and bring back a few barrels of diesel fuel.
He can keep the generator running.
He could even go and see Emily, who was still munching on dry bread.
Su Wei subconsciously wanted to step on the gas to raise the engine speed and warm it up.
His fingers rested on the accelerator paddle, and he pressed it lightly.
"Buzz"
The engine speed spiked instantly.
The sound of the two-stroke engine was particularly loud in the enclosed garage.
But in that very instant...
The originally high-pitched voice suddenly changed tone.
"Buzz... Puff... Throat..."
The sound seemed to be choked by something, rapidly diminishing, becoming intermittent, weak, and muffled.
Su Wei's heart leaped into his throat.
He quickly released the accelerator, trying to return it to idle.
But that didn't work.