Chapter VII, Hands

"Hands? What is a hand? The boy asked curiously, as if he were very unfamiliar with the word.

"The hand is the number of operations that the hands and even the body output to the driving object in a unit of time." The coach gave a standard answer, and then explained: "Generally, for those who drive, five times per second, it is basically qualified, and if you want to control the magnetic car freely, you need to reach eight times per second." ”

"Of course." The coach added: "If you want to control more complex machinery, such as a magnetic helicopter, you need to hand it at least ten times, and if it's a fighter plane, it's even higher." ”

At this time, Yuan Ye had completely stopped the movements of his hands, and the whole person was like a statue, standing motionless, his ears erected, for fear of missing a word, the problem faced by that boy was very similar to him.

"So how do you improve your hands?" The boy asked curiously.

Yuan Yexin on the side raised his throat and eyes, this is also the problem he is worried about now, if the problem of his hand is solved, other problems will be solved.

"There are many methods, it can also be described as strange, the most common for ordinary people is the throwing method, this method is very simple, is to throw a large number of small things similar to stones into the air, see how many of them can be grasped by their hands when the stones fall to the ground, repeated practice, the more you can grasp, it proves that your hands are constantly improving." The coach explained.

"So how do you know how many hands you have?" The boy asked, apparently interested in the subject of his hand.

"If the military they have special instruments, and for us civilians, the most old-fashioned way is to take an old-fashioned calculator, keep pressing'1+1', press for a full minute, because you want to count the plus sign, so you have to multiply by two, the number displayed is your hand per minute, if you want to know the operation output per second, you only need to divide another 6o." The coach replied.

Syllable!

Yuan Ye suddenly slapped the wrench in his hand on the workbench, and his mind was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his hand ...... Hand...... Hand! That's right, all the problems he encountered before were due to the problem that he couldn't keep up, and at this moment, Yuan Ye only felt that his mind suddenly opened up.

The brain, which used to strike out of frustration, is now running like crazy.

When Yuan Ye was almost thinking, he threw away the wrench in his hand, suddenly turned around, and said bluntly to the two men, one tall and one short: "Thank you!" Then he ran out of the repair shop.

"Sick?" The boy who was stunned by Yuan Ye's action looked at Yuan Ye's back and sighed.

The boy's sigh Yuan Ye naturally heard it, but at the moment he was in a good mood, and he had no intention of entangled in such a trivial matter, just now through thinking let him have a lot of inferences, if the hand is improved, not only can he repair the "watermelon petal", learn to fold the fan drift, but also improve his work efficiency in the future.

In this state of almost excitement, Yuan Ye rushed home non-stop, and as for the work, he will make up for it tomorrow.

Running all the way, he almost slammed the door, and in his hand, he was holding a large pile of stones and a worn-out old-fashioned calculator, this worn-out calculator, which he bought at the grocery store, only cost three stars, for this kind of thing that is more antique than antiques, the grocery store owner basically adheres to the principle of selling it for money.

As soon as he entered the room, Yuan Ye was at the table, and he couldn't wait to test his hand according to the method of the uniformed woman, multiplying by dividing, and the number Yuan Ye finally got was 8.

This was not surprising to Yuan Ye, when he repaired the "Watermelon Petal" before, he also loaded sixteen metal balls in two seconds at most.

Taking a deep breath and calming the boiling in his heart, Yuan Ye let himself slowly calm down.

After some emotions returned to normal standards, Yuan Ye hugged the pair of stones and sat on the ground.

Without hesitation, Yuan Ye threw the stone into the air, however, he did not reach out to catch it, but observed the trajectory of the stone as much as possible.

After repeated trials and errors, and basically found the trajectory and degree of the stone's fall, Yuan Ye made his first attempt.

When he tried for the first time, it suddenly became clear that things were not as simple as he thought, and grasping the stone seemed to require hands, but in fact it also required observation and judgment, because the stone was not static in the air, but fell rapidly.

The first time Yuan Ye only caught five stones, it was a big disappointment for him, and Yuan Ye was not discouraged, he knew very well that this thing was simple, but it was a great test of hand-eye coordination.

After dozens of attempts, Yuan Ye's progress can be described as rapid, but this progress is limited to the premise of hand 8, once this number is passed, Yuan Ye seems to have entered a bottleneck period, and it is difficult to make any progress.

It's late at night, Yuan Ye is still happy to play the "game" of catching stones, since he has improved to catch 8 stones at a time, more than 100 times have passed, and his level is still hovering between eight and nine.

This didn't disappoint Yuan Ye much, he also knew that this thing could not be improved overnight, it required long-term and persistent training, and his short-term goal was to increase his hand to 12.5 times per second within a month, which was also the condition needed to cultivate the "Watermelon Petal".

As for how many hands it takes to make a folding fan drift, then he doesn't know, because it is not mentioned in the notes at all, which can only be known through his continuous groping and pondering.

After dozens of more exercises, a layer of white sweat had already appeared on Yuan Ye's forehead, and his stomach began to rumble.

Hunger had to wake Yuan Ye up from his selfless training, and only then did he remember that he didn't seem to have eaten dinner.

It seems that he is too devoted, Yuan Ye shook his head with a wry smile, got up, and slowly walked to the simple food cabinet, there were only two bags of dry bread on the edge of the expiration date, and a bag of compressed beef that he had never been willing to eat, this bag of compressed beef was taken from Xiao San not long ago.

"Count, let's have a luxury today, and I can take care of myself." Yuan Ye muttered to himself, smiled slightly, and took the bag of compressed beef out of the food cabinet.

Although compressed beef is a convenience food, it cannot be eaten directly and needs to be boiled in boiling water.

In order to save energy, Yuan Ye did not use his own heater to boil water, but went outdoors to find a random piece of air and built a small bonfire.

After taking out a pitted aluminum basin, putting in the compressed beef and pouring some water, Yuan Ye directly put him on the bonfire, and he who was sitting on the side began to continue to study his broken notebook in the bright moonlight.

It can be seen that although the handwriting on it is sloppy, it contains a lot of effort in the life of the recorder.

If it's such a painstaking thing, why is it disposed of so casually?

Yuan Ye was a little puzzled, presumably if he hadn't appeared in time, this thing would have become a ball of waste paper and entered the corruption machine, and disappeared in this world from then on.

Flip back a few pages at will, Yuan Yexian, most of the actions introduced here are marked with difficulty, ranging from F to A-level, a little research, it is not difficult to see, F should be the lowest in the difficulty level, and A-level is the highest.

With such a present, Yuan Ye shook his head helplessly again, an F-level action will embarrass himself, what level will the A-level be? Yuan Ye couldn't imagine it.

However, Yuan Ye is not in a hurry, step by step, he still understands down-to-earth, and the top priority now is to train his hands, repair that part, and at least make up for the loss of replacing the magnetic field line.

Yuan Ye thought like this, and his whole body was full of energy again, and at this time, the aluminum basin in front of him had begun to emit white mist, and the water in it was also boiling, and the fragrance of beef was also wafting out.

"Tsk." Yuan Ye gently slurped a few times, carefully put away the broken notebook, Yuan Ye put two pieces of torn linen on his hand, and took the aluminum basin down.

When the temperature of the beef was a little cooler, Yuan Ye began to eat it with relish, this kind of food that can only be regarded as hunger for office workers, but it is supreme delicious for Yuan Ye.

Only five minutes later, a pot of compressed beef was completely solved by Yuan Yelian soup and meat.

"Uh......" Yuan Ye burped, and his stomach began to become warm, which was very comfortable.

Extinguishing the bonfire, Yuan Ye returned to his hut, now the time is almost midnight, originally Yuan Ye still wanted to practice a few more stone catching games, but after thinking about it, he gave up this plan, because the time is not early, if you don't rest, then tomorrow is estimated to be late again.

Since he knew that his problem was in hand, Yuan Ye began to strengthen his practice in this aspect, he never lacked the spirit of study, and his ability to draw inferences from others was also excellent.

In addition to the throwing method, he himself has figured out a lot of small ways to train his hands, such as eating, he used to eat one bite at a time when eating, but now this has become a grain of eating, in order to practice the flexibility of the wrist, usual work, as long as he stops, his fingers will be on the thighs non-stop.

For this reason, many colleagues began to wonder if he had epilepsy.

But Yuan Ye didn't pay attention to the opinions of others, when he learned to repair magnetic cars and practice driving, he was so desperate, his qualifications did not belong to the category of genius, but he had a hard work that ordinary people could not reach, often as long as it was something he identified, even if it was bitter, tired, and boring, he would not hesitate to plunge into it until he learned to learn well.

For him, who has suffered from wandering since he was a child, he knows that he knows one more skill, and he has a better grasp of what he means---- more of a survival, or in other words, he can make his life better.