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The people next to them also nodded one after another. A tray with a diameter of ten centimeters and cylindrical parts with a diameter of one centimeter are filled with exactly 100 plates, and 1700 plates are 17 plates. They do this every day.

The injured left foot started to hurt again, Song Ci frowned, shifted her body weight to her right foot, shook her head and said, "No, I handed it to you, each set is not 100 pieces, but 106 pieces, 16 pieces in total are 1696 pieces. [-]."

After speaking, he pointed to the tray with 4 parts on the table, "So add 4 more, exactly 1700."

Crowd: ? ? ?

106?How can it be?

The workshop patrol was stunned, and then he sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? You said 106 is 106? Besides, everyone works here every day. Who doesn't know that a plate is filled with exactly 100?"

"That's right." There were many echoing voices from the crowd.

"It's still the same sentence, you really have 1700, I will twist my head off and kick it for you!"

"There is still time, just make up for it quickly." The old man next to him patted Song Ci's arm and whispered to him to calm down. If he offended the workshop patrol, the days to come would be sad.

Song Ci refused to give up, and pointed to the box not far away where the parts finished by himself and Tang Si were piled up, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the plates I handed in and count them."

It's tiring enough for Tang Si to do the work of two people alone. They have clearly reached the standard, so why do they have to do more?

The workshop patrol raised his chin proudly, and slowly tapped his palm with a stick, "Count it? Do you know how much time it will waste my time?"

"Send someone to count. If it is 106, let us rest. If one is missing, I will make a hundred more to supply you." Tang Si's tone was flat, but his eyes never left the stick in the patrol's hand, just in case The other party suddenly gave Song Ci a stick.

Tang Si's words made the shop patrol's mind immediately make some calculations.

He noticed this new guy just now, one person can make parts for two people half a beat faster than most people, his hands and feet are really nimble, and it is not a problem to make hundreds more parts every day.

If one is missing, one hundred more will be made, and more than ninety will be more than 9000.

If the more than 9000 parts are spread out, and he is allowed to make five hundred more every day, it can last for at least two or three weeks, and then give these extra parts to his supporters, and those people will have to treat themselves Weeping with gratitude?

Tomorrow, a new round of workshop patrol voting will start, and he doesn't have enough grass tobacco in his hand, and he is wondering what to use to 'consolidate' everyone's vote tomorrow, so this guy came to his door.

As long as those parts are distributed to everyone, then tomorrow's vote, next week's vote, next week's vote, and the position of the workshop patrol are not at hand?

Thinking of the end, the workshop patrol couldn't help but shine his eyes, "Everyone heard it, it's what you said!"

"I said so." Tang Si nodded calmly.

"You, and you. The two of you, go inside and pick two random dishes to count." The workshop patrol ordered two acquaintances from the crowd of onlookers, and pointed to the box directly in front of Song Ci and Tang Si.

Those two people ran over swiftly, took out the disk parts from the two boxes one after another, put them on the ground, and counted them loudly in front of everyone.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

"One, two..."

"You're doomed." The workshop patrol relaxed and leaned against the pillar next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly, gave Song Ci and Tang Si a sideways look, and happily calculated the distribution list of the extra parts that were added every day.

The dimples on Song Ci's cheeks bulged lazily, don't worry, you must be the loser.

The crowd of onlookers talked a lot. In fact, you don't need to count them to know that there must be a hundred.But those two newcomers insisted on screwing up, what are they trying to do?And they actually look confident!

"95, 96..."

"Ninety, 91..."

The voices of the two people who were counting the parts aloud were getting lower and lower.

Not only them, but also the people watching them counting the parts noticed something was wrong. Looking at the remaining parts, they knew that the total number of parts in the tray was indeed more than one hundred.

How can it be?Everyone's eyes widened, and the discussion suddenly became louder.

"One hundred and five, one hundred and six. The total...one hundred and six." The voice of the person who counted first was trembling, and even he himself didn't understand how he counted one hundred and six here.

"What did you say?" The workshop patrol who was leaning on the pillar immediately stood up straight, and walked over the crowd, "Are you sure you counted them all?"

"This side is also one hundred and six." The people on the other side also finished counting.

"Impossible, get out of the way, I will do it myself." The workshop patrol pushed one of them away, rolled up his sleeves and counted by himself.

It didn't take long for the workshop patrol to lose face. As Song Ci said, there were indeed 106.

Unwilling to give up, he took out another plate and counted, and it was still 106.

"What's going on?" Someone couldn't help but patted Song Ci on the shoulder.

Song Ci turned around and found that it was the young professor from before. What surprised Song Ci the most was that he also had a blue armband on his arm representing workshop patrol.However, this guy is from the production line next door. Seeing the commotion here, he forced his way in.

"Simply speaking, it is the most densely packed problem. If a square plate with a side length of 10 cm is placed in a square grid, it can only be stacked with a hundred pieces. But the area of ​​a circle with a diameter of 1 cm is relatively small. The square with a diameter of 1 is small, and with a little change, 105 squares can be placed."

Song Ci took the old man's tray and placed 10 parts in the first row as a demonstration. When placing the second row, he squeezed all the parts into the concave corner between the two parts, so that the second row only 9 were dropped.

"If this is the case, isn't there less release?" someone asked in confusion.

"No less." Song Ci pointed to the distance between the upper and lower rows of parts because of the concave corner, "After ten rows, the space saved is enough to put one more row, five rows of nine, six rows of ten, a total of One hundred and five."

He turned around and placed the horizontal parts on the side to the vertical side, and it was more than enough to fit eleven rows.

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but exclaimed.

The afternoon sun fell into Song Ci's clear eyes through the skylight, bringing a bright light, which made Tang Si's heart itch. He couldn't help but raised his head and touched Song Ci's hair. , it will shine wherever you throw it, right?

"Then how did you get 106?" Another person couldn't help but ask.

"The limit is one hundred and six. Seven rows of ten, four rows of nine." Song Ci touched his nose, he would not admit that he stuffed the tray to the limit because he was too lazy to wait for the plate to be changed.

The old man looked at Song Ci suspiciously, "You put 106 pieces on the plate, so mine..."

Song Ci nodded, "That's right, your parts used to be 106 per plate. Remember to count this plate yourself."

Old man: ……………

So, he can't do a hundred more and finish it today?

"Wait a minute, if this is the case, are there extra parts on my plate?" Those who reacted quickly ran to their place, picked up a tray and started counting.

Someone took the lead, and the others suddenly discovered the problem, and went back to check their completed pallets one after another.

Song Ci said to the stunned workshop patrol, "Can we go to rest now?"

The workshop patrol waved his hands wordlessly, and Song Ci and Tang Si walked to the area next to them where empty cargo boxes were piled up to rest.

The canteen for dinner is a long table for eight people, and Song Ci and the others, together with the old man and the young professor, fit into one table.Dinner is tofu soup with vegetables, potatoes in sauce, a bowl of brown rice, and a salted egg that looks not much bigger than a quail egg.

"Didn't you say there is an extra meal?" Zhang Chi looked suspiciously at the pile of unappetizing things on the plate.

Xia Tian used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat the size of half a fingernail from his pile of potatoes, "I guess it should be this."

"Plus that egg." The young man poured a spoonful of sauced potatoes on the rice, "There is no meat or egg in normal dinner."

Zhang Chi looked at the minced meat on the plate, and his heart was ashamed. Such a big meat deserves to be called 'meat'?

Song Ci tried a piece of tofu, but it tasted like tofu residue and was hard to swallow. Potatoes in sauce were better than tofu. Although it was extremely salty, at least it was still edible.

As soon as the food was in the mouth, Ke Wen and the others looked ugly. Only Tang Si ate without changing his face, and his movements were still graceful and decent.

"Don't you find it unpalatable?" Seeing the young man and the old man going to make soup, Zhang Chi couldn't help asking Tang Si.

"At least they are all decent food." Tang Si said calmly.

Zhang Chi: ……………

Kneel down to the boss.

Has Tang Si ever eaten dishonest food?Song Ci vaguely heard Tang Si's implication, but felt it was impossible.Judging from Tang Si's decent behavior, he should have received a very strict etiquette education, so that the habit has grown in his bones.This kind of environment that pays attention to manners, most of them belong to the pampered class, right?

"Looking at it now, there should be nine production lines in the grinding workshop. Not counting the two of us at the same table, I found four more people who look like Professor Ponton." Ke Wen seized the time and said in a low voice Tell everyone what you have observed.

"Not only that, there should be at least eleven production lines." Song Ci cracked open the mini salted egg, "We have carefully checked the boxes in the storage area with Tang Si, and there are eleven different specifications, which should be different For eleven parts."

They chose that area to rest for a reason. One is that there are the fewest obstacles blocking the line of sight, and the other is that they want to check the situation of the production line from the box.

"The tenth production line may be on the second floor of the grinding workshop, and the last one should be in the assembly workshop." Tang Si observed the mechanical carts coming to pick up the boxes, and some of them went directly out of the side door to the next workshop.

"The most urgent task is to investigate these people one by one to determine who is the real incarnation of the professor." Shen Yunhai said.

"I've tried the people on line 2, it shouldn't be." Xia Tian took a sip of soup in a leisurely manner, except for Tang Si, he was considered the best eater among them.

"How did you try?"

"That man knows nothing about ancient Chinese culture."

Zhang Chi's eyes lit up, and he used the professor's hobbies to test it out. This is a good way to prove his integrity.

"That's it, the old man belongs to Song Ci, the young one belongs to Tang Si, and the remaining three we share a few points, and try to get a concrete result at dinner tomorrow." Ke Wen suggested.

No one objected.

With other things as a foil, the salted egg was unexpectedly delicious, and Song Ci finished it in three bites.

Seeing that he liked it, Tang Si silently gave him his own.

The old man who had just returned to the table saw this and gave him his salted egg.

Seeing Tang Si and the old man's actions, a prisoner at the next table came over and put his salted egg in front of Song Ci.

Now, as if there was a joint reaction, two more ran over with a smile, put down the salted eggs and left.

what's going on?Song Ci blinked suspiciously, confused by everyone's feeding behavior.Forget about the old man and Tang Si, what happened to those strangers?

"Everyone is grateful to you." The old man took a sip of the soup slowly, "After you went to rest, most of the people on the production line checked and found that there were more than one hundred parts in the pallets they had completed, and everyone left work early today. "

"Here comes the ball!"

Song Ci was in a daze when someone gloated and yelled loudly.

Song Ci looked up and saw that the workshop patrol of their line had just entered the cafeteria.

"What did you say?" The workshop patrol glared angrily at the caller.

"If you lose, you screw your head off and give it to others to play as a ball. Didn't you say that yourself?" Another prisoner also booed and answered.

The workshop patrol turned red, and when he saw Song Ci, he gave him a 'wait for me' look, and angrily went to the window to cook.

Song Ci: ……………

Okay, it seems that I have entered someone else's revenge book again.

After arriving at the workshop the next morning, it was time for routine workshop patrol elections and voting for each production line.After Song Ci voted for Tang Si without hesitation, she seized the time to lean on Tang Si's shoulder and doze off.After all, he will have to stand for several hours later, so it would be good for him to rest for an extra minute.

So, when Tang Si woke her up and got the blue armband representing the workshop patrol status, Song Ci was still dazed.

How did he become a workshop patrol?

Tang Si had a good guess. Among the people who chose Song Ci, there were probably those who were bullied by the original workshop patrol before, and some who left work early yesterday because of Song Ci's reminder, and some even wanted to watch the excitement.No one would willingly hand over the fat job of patrolling.

As he expected, the original workshop patrol with a yellow hair immediately launched an attack, and said to Song Ci, "I don't agree."

"This was voted by everyone. He has the highest number of votes. It's useless if you refuse." Song Ci didn't even need to say anything, and someone next to him scolded the original patrol.

"I'm going to challenge him to the Way of the Brave during my lunch break!"

It turned out that the person who answered the conversation immediately choked, and the prisoners on the production line immediately started talking.

"What do you mean?" Song Ci looked at the old man beside him with a puzzled face.

"There is a garbage-burning stove behind the workshop. The way of the brave is to take out two piles of the hottest coals from the stove and pave a fire path about two meters long. Whoever dares to walk across it barefoot will win." Pai Bai explained to him and Tang Si in a low voice, "This is a general rule in prisons for dissatisfaction with a certain decision. If you refuse, you will lose, and you must give up what you got. If you accept it, you must first walk the path of the brave." road."

"If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that the person who proposes will win?" Tang Si snorted coldly, and the person who accepts will leave first. Isn't this clearly bullying others?

"That's what it means." The old man sighed.Those who have no power in the prison dare not raise this challenge at all, because they will be resolved in advance if they do not survive the real challenge.Over time, it became a trick for those who form gangs to bully others.

Song Ci frowned, his distaste for patrolling deepened, and he calmly looked at the opposite Huangmao, "Okay, I accept your challenge."

As if he didn't expect him to dare to fight, Huang Mao was stunned for a while, and then smiled triumphantly, "Okay, that's what you said."

Song Ci nodded, "I said so."

"Also, you are not allowed to find someone else to walk the road of the brave." Huang Mao pointedly glanced at Tang Si next to Song Ci.

"of course."

"You're crazy, didn't you understand what I just said?" The old man looked at Song Ci in shock.Those charcoals, if people walk on them, they will be scorched directly.

Tang Si originally wanted to go instead of Song Ci, but after hearing Song Ci's promise to leave by himself, he also frowned worriedly, "You still have injuries on your feet..."

"Don't worry, the young master only treats all kinds of dissatisfaction." Song Ci winked at Tang Si confidently.

Tang Si: ……………

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Song Ci: If you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to travel all over the world. ╮(╯3╰)╭

备注：1、圆的六角密堆积：挪威数学家阿克塞尔·图在1910年论证了六角密堆积是平面上最有效的堆积方式。具体大家可以关键字搜索一下。另外，文中提到的106个零件的摆放方式，大家感兴趣的话可以搜关键字‘10×10的正方形最多可放入多少个直径为1的圆’看一下图解。