[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Katelheike smiled.

For such a young, beautiful and noble girl, he has extra patience and tolerance.

"In fact, after the great Charles Darwin advanced the understanding of human natural history, we have already had a fairly in-depth research practice on prehistoric humans."

He smiled at Joey, "Your Highness, you are not a professional, and you may not be aware that the so-called discovery of murals in the Altamira Cave is quite different from the academic practice."

He picked up a stone ax casually: "Look, this is a tool made by humans in the Paleolithic Age, and it is the crystallization of their wisdom."

He held up the facsimile page of the fresco with the other hand: "Look at these again, the painting skills are so superb, Altamira is even called the 'prehistoric Sistine Chapel'-of course it is a compliment."

He put down the things in his hands and shrugged regretfully: "I think everyone understands that humans at that time could polish stone tools and tan leather, but they didn't have the ability of abstract thinking, so it was impossible to draw such exquisite works."

"It's just that it hasn't been discovered before," Joy corrected him, "and now people have discovered it, and the theory should be revised."

She thought about it, "It's as if you counted 99 of your hairs and they were all black, so you hypothesized that they were all black—until you found one white hair and the hypothesis was disproved."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall.

The previously yawning academics were amazed that the debate seemed interesting enough to be more than a waste of time.

"So, are you denying the theory of evolution?" There was a hint of anger in Katelheike's voice.

He then realizes that he seems a little too harsh, "Oh, if you need me to explain to you what evolution is..."

"No, thank you." Joey interrupted him.

"If you think evolution means you must be smarter than your 1000-year-old ancestors, or better at drawing than they were, then I suggest you read Darwin again."

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest - smart people are more likely to survive," a reserved smile appeared on her lips, "but at present, it is clear that people who are not so smart have left offspring."

There was another burst of laughter—this time more subtly.

"Ten thousand steps back, the theory of evolution is just a hypothesis. If it is contrary to the facts, we should keep pace with the times."

"So I'll say it again." Joey said unhurriedly, "Please come up with actual evidence to challenge it."

"Okay!" Katelheike was indeed irritated.

He believes that the noble princess will not forge evidence, but she is too partial to the natives!Just because Sotura was Spanish, did she believe that he would never do that kind of thing?

"The conference sent an expert team to investigate the cave." Katelheike said quickly, "You should also know that the large cave with murals is located deep in the cave, and there is no natural light at all-so, if there is no artificial light, there is no way to see it." Painting, but the cave has no trace of smoke at all!"

Burning lighting, whether torches, kerosene, or tallow, has been known to leave a smoky charcoal trail above.

"Your Highness, please don't tell us that humans over 1 years ago used electric lights just like us."

He spread his hands humorously, and the people in the venue really laughed very cooperatively.

This class of archaeologists loves to laugh, Joey thought.

She turned her head and winked at Antonio.

"About this question, I am happy to answer it for you." Antonio stood up lazily holding a small oil lamp, with his face written—no, I am not happy.

"Uh, sorry," Katelheike couldn't figure out the situation for a while, "Mr. Gaudi, I thought you were an architect."

"That's right." Antonio nodded impatiently, "Architecture is a comprehensive subject. So at least I know that when I can't get an answer in one field, I should seek help from another field."

As an architect with a tendency towards perfectionism, he has long studied the black smoke from burning oil lamps.

After all, he didn't want the pearly white ceiling he designed to be blackened.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled mockingly: "The difficult problems for archaeologists are not complicated for chemists."

He ignited the oil lamp, put a small white porcelain dish on it, and waited idly for the flame to burn.

All eyes were on the little saucer.

After a while, Antonio turned the plate over - it was new and white, without a trace.

"Oh, my God." The archaeologists and anthropologists in the venue were all ignited with an unprecedented interest in chemistry at this time.

"Uh..." Katelheike was shocked, "So how did this happen?"

"There is a small amount of water in kerosene, which will be heated and vaporized when it is ignited. The water vapor isolates the air, so the combustion is insufficient to form carbon black."

Antonio was deadpan and succinct, "So just add a pinch of salt and fix the underburning problem."

what?

For the first time, this group of leading academics felt that they lacked either IQ or common sense.

"He means," Joey explained understandingly, "add some salt to the oil, the salt doesn't dissolve in the oil but it does in the water, the brine is denser than the kerosene - the water sinks to the bottom and doesn't affect the kerosene burning gone."

That's it!

Everyone suddenly realized.

Before they knew it, everyone sat up straight and stared at the podium intently.

Can these few amateurs really refute Katelheike?

"...Okay, I admit your explanation." Katelheike's face was a little ugly, "But I also have to point out that this can only prove that one of my arguments is invalid, but it cannot prove the age of the mural."

"You just mentioned this," Joey smiled. "Actually, I want to congratulate all my friends."

She picked up a piece of paper.

There was a commotion in the venue, and everyone couldn't help stretching their necks, wanting to see what she was going to show.

"My initial thought was simple—these people could draw such exquisite murals, they should already have a certain scale of civilization. They must not just live in a cave in Altamira."

"So, I invited a French search team to search along the areas where traces of prehistoric human activities were found in the Frank-Cantabria region, focusing on the Dordogne and Ardèche provinces. In this regard, the organizing committee Mr. Kanter, the chairman of the meeting, is aware of it, and the organizing committee also has team experts."

Everyone looked at the presiding seat. The gray-haired Kanter was a little surprised, but nodded.

"Actually, I didn't expect much at first. After all, this is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

Joy also only knows that in addition to the Altamira Cave, the famous Lascaux Cave and the Chauvet Cave have also been discovered in France. The former is located in the Vezel Valley in the Dordogne.

After years of archaeological discoveries, it has been discovered that the Franconian Cantabria region of southwestern France and northern Spain may have the greatest concentration of Paleolithic cave art in the world, with hundreds of caves discovered, mostly in Southern Europe. Relics of forest culture.

"Fortunately, I received good news last night."

Joy couldn't help laughing, "In the Vezel Valley in the Dordogne, the search team found several limestone caves with lifelike painted murals."

"I haven't been able to see the paintings, but according to the search team, there are hundreds of paintings and thousands of petroglyphs in the caves there, and the animals are painted in motion - which is not the same as Altamira. The static fauna of the cave is different."

There was a sudden exclamation in the arena.

The discovery of the Altamira Cave has already caused a shock in the academic circle.

If true, these caves are probably the most exciting discovery in the history of prehistoric anthropology!

After all, people already know that distant ancestors possessed the wisdom to make a living, but these murals have an entirely different meaning.

They tell short-lived human beings that tens of thousands of years ago, those ancestors who walked on the same land with them already possessed the unique artistic wisdom among all living beings.

It was the first star lit by human beings in the long and silent night of the earth.

Joey paused for a moment, looking around at the excited noise in the arena, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

In fact, why don't these scholars hope to touch history more closely?

What a lonely profession archeology is.They are always talking to the dead, trying to restore the eternally lost truth.

"Beyond that, I think there's another, bigger piece of good news."

"I don't know if you have paid attention to it. Not long ago, the joint research team of the University of Barcelona and the Polytechnic University of Paris discovered the radioactivity of uranium."

Everyone showed blank and curious expressions.

The big news was sensational, and of course they'd heard about it—but it never occurred to them that it had anything to do with archaeology.

"As Mr. Gaudi said just now," Joey couldn't help laughing, "it's not a bad thing to pay more attention to the latest breakthroughs in other disciplines."

"There is an idea that the decay time of unstable elements emitting rays may be fixed, some are very short, and some are very long."

"So, we assume that there is such a radioactive element that is only exchanged with the outside world with the metabolism of the organism when the organism is alive, but after the organism dies, there is no way to exchange it, and it will only slowly decay—"

Katelheike interrupted suddenly, with an excited tone: "Then we can determine its age by measuring its decay cycle and the remaining amount in the biological remains!"

Joey was taken aback by him.

This uncle just suffered a heavy blow, and now he is recovering quite quickly.

"Cough, yes." She suppressed a smile, "You're right."

"my Lord!"

The venue erupted instantly.

Nobody understands what that means better than this group of people—if the technology ever existed, all unfounded hypotheses would be backed up with solid evidence.

They will be able to prove that human beings have walked the earth long before the time of Adam and Eve.

No one can say that archaeologists are looters and tomb robbers anymore, accusing them of desecrating God's authority for vanity and material desire.

The greatest happiness for a person is to see one day that one's firm belief finally becomes the truth.

"Mr. Sotura, I was thinking that my previous conclusion might be a bit arbitrary."

After the meeting, Katelheike took off his hat and bowed to them with some embarrassment, "I was wondering... can I go to the Altamira Cave to inspect it with my own eyes?"

The Suotula family hugged each other with tears in their smiles.

Sotula shook his head: "You may be a little conceited, but you are just sticking to the truth in your heart. It is of course very good that you are willing to come."

Meanwhile, Joey was in a great mood.

The first priority of coming to Paris has been completed, and the next step is a relaxing and enjoyable sightseeing session.

As expected of the World Expo, the streets of Paris are full of traffic, and the banks of the Seine are even busier than before.

As expected of France, there must be art at the fair.

In the spectacular World Expo site, each country has its own unique pavilions, and flags of various colors fly high above the magnificent buildings.

In this era of rapid industrial development, people can't help but say "wow" almost every time they pass by a booth.

One afternoon at the end of March, Joy was warmly invited to his home by Baron de Coubertin for afternoon tea.

"I am so honored that you are willing to accept my invitation to attend the opening ceremony of the World Expo!" Baron Coubertin was very excited.

"You don't have to be polite." Joey smiled in a good mood, "I was taken care of by you a lot when I came to Paris last time."

"And that's because you helped me out of the bad boy's trouble—Pierre? What are you doing?"

"Oh, I just remembered," Joey stood up, "I want to talk to Pierre about something."

Antonio couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He didn't say anything, just sat and watched Joey walk over, clinked glasses with the boy, and started to have a good conversation.

What are they talking about?

"I have an idea." Joey and Pierre said at the same time.

Then laughed at the same time.

"Your Highness, please." Pierre gestured in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Spain is pushing for a World Football Championship during the 1879 Barcelona World's Fair," Joy said. "Your turn."

"Oh!" Pierre's eyes lit up. "That's really great. But my idea is bigger - I want to revive the Olympic Games in ancient Greece! The kind of games with many sports!"

Pierre immediately opened up the chatter box, happily talking about how he got inspiration from the discovery of the ancient Olympia ruins, saying that he felt that people today need a strong body and the fighting spirit shown by the ancient Greeks in the arena. To unite people, he has even started lobbying various schools in Paris to take advantage of the World Expo to hold a student sports meeting...

"This must be a great cause." Joey smiled, "If you need help, just come to me, I am willing to support."

Pierre was overjoyed, "Great, the friendship between France and Spain will last forever!"

"But it's not as simple as you think," Joey poured cold water on him in time, "The huge amount of money to host the Olympic Games has to be paid for by the governments of various countries, and it's not so easy for people to pay for it; people don't care about the importance of sports now Realize, not to mention that women's clothing is not suitable for sports at all, and it is difficult to promote physical activity before clothing changes..."

"Women's clothing is not suitable for sports?" Pierre was taken aback, "What does it matter?"

"It's very difficult for women to participate in the Olympics," Joy said.

However, she immediately thought that people in this era might not be able to accept the graceful figure of a woman in the arena.

Sure enough, Pierre asked strangely: "Why do women participate in the Olympics? Women are inherently fragile and not suitable for competitive sports."

"Women may not run as fast as men, and may not be as strong as men," Joy retorted. "In the first few Olympics, women may not sign up for track and field events, but at least archery and shooting events can definitely be organized, and There will definitely be more women involved in sports in the future. Dexterity is also an important element in competitive sports."

"With all due respect, Your Highness," Pierre shook his head with disapproval on his face, "We must follow the tradition of the ancient Olympic Games, men should sweat on the sports field, while women should be the spectators who applaud and lay flowers for them. "

Joey looked at Pierre a few times.

This young man who will be famous in history for his outstanding contribution to the Olympic Games in the future showed almost the same level of stubbornness as his perseverance.

"Pierre, you revive the ancient Olympic Games and call for the modern Olympic Games." She said solemnly, "History is moving forward. If you only focus on the dead relics and completely reproduce the past, it will violate the Olympic Games. Spiritual intent."

"Women are proving themselves in more and more fields these days. If you really want sports to evoke human solidarity, it is definitely not a wise decision to ignore women's participation. After all, we are half of the human race."

Pierre shrugged and said nothing.

Joey glanced casually, and suddenly found that Antonio also stood up with a slight frown, as if he was about to come over—he probably noticed that the atmosphere here was not right.

Joey smiled, "Of course, I don't expect a conversation to change your mind."

"But I assure you," she slowed down, ignoring Pierre's increasingly ugly face, and said word by word: "If you insist on not allowing women to participate in the Olympic Games, then I have no choice but to withdraw my opinion on this matter." The support of the cause has—”

"Unfortunately, I'm a woman too."

Before Antonio came to him, the servant hurried over and bowed to Joey: "Your Royal Highness, there is a secret letter from Madrid."

……

"What's the matter, rushing back in such a hurry?" Antonio put the folder in his hand on the small table of the train, and asked Joey in a low voice.

After receiving the telegram, Joey hastily booked a ticket to Marseille and was about to rush back to Barcelona.

"...Mercedes is not doing well, and there is another typhoid epidemic in the palace," Joey hesitated for a moment, "I will pick her up in Barcelona and go to Santander to relax."

Mercedes had a miscarriage.

In retrospect, what she should have realized when she was in Madrid a few months ago-that little girl was indeed too thin and not in good health.

Right now, Mercedes is at its weakest, but an epidemic broke out in the palace, and Alfonso is really worried about her.

Thinking of Joy's original vacation on the picturesque northwest coast, he wrote to his sister, asking if she could take his little queen for a walk.

Just in time, Joey also planned to go back to Barcelona when he returned to Santander to see little Mary and other friends.So, she immediately replied to Alfonso, "I will go back to Barcelona to pick her up."

When she met Mercedes in Barcelona, ​​she seemed to be in good spirits, but she lost a lot of weight and her face was pale: "Joy! I miss you so much!"

Joey was really distressed.

Coupled with the previous conversation with Pierre, she realized that girls should be encouraged to exercise.

It was only a temporary stay in Barcelona. She quickly settled the backlog of affairs and was ready to leave for Santander again.

The day before departure, Pascal suddenly told her that Professor Luiz of the Longha Academy of Fine Arts brought his son to meet Her Royal Highness, and he didn't know when it would be convenient for her—according to him, his son was very talented in art.

Joey couldn't help laughing.

Although there were many people who asked her for sponsorship before, they were all self-recommended by the artist himself.This is the first time I have seen a child here - and the child is only four years old!

Cupid, the god of love!

You must know that compared with the mainstream cognition of later generations who do everything to cultivate children, parents in this era generally do not pay so much attention to their children's needs other than food and clothing.

These parents were truly ahead of their time.

But after glancing at the child's suffocating full name, she couldn't help standing up abruptly.

"Convenient! Convenience now!"

The little boy was wearing an airy little jacket, with big and round eyes, and sat obediently beside his father without speaking, so cute that one wanted to pinch his fleshy cheeks.

"Your Highness, Mr. Earl, this is the eldest son of my family... Although he is only four years old, we think he is really talented! He doesn't like to talk, but likes paper-cutting and drawing. You see, this is his painting .”

It was a plaster drawing, clean lines and precise proportions, like the work of a fine art student, and everything looked perfectly normal—except for the fact that its author was only four years old.

Joey was full of amazement.

As expected of him——

Pablo Diego ... Luiz Picasso.

Even Antonio glanced at the little boy in surprise: "He drew this?"

Professor Luiz nodded eagerly: "Yes! Mr. Earl, you think it's good too, don't you?"

Antonio nodded, "Quite talented."

"Excellent!—Monsieur Count, do you think he will be a successful architect in the future?"

The author has something to say: Antonio: ? ? ?

Picasso: ? ? ?

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang—the last Pablo of this article finally appeared!I remember that when I said there was another Pablo, the little cutie guessed it right, so amazing!

Picasso's signature follows his mother's surname. His full surname is Luiz y Picasso, Luiz is his father's surname, Picasso is his mother's surname, and y is the Spanish and.

By the way, I would like to talk about the huge names of the Spaniards. It takes several pages to put them here.If you are interested, you can look up the full name of Mercedes de Orleans Orz

Let me briefly talk about the original fate of Mercedes, it is really a little pitiful, the tragic love story of this pair has been filmed by the Spaniards in several movies.

When Mercedes was 17 and Alfonso was 20, Alfonso married her against all odds.

Just six months after their marriage, Mercedes contracted typhus (some say it was tuberculosis) and died just two days after her 18th birthday. Alfonso stayed with her until the last moment of her life.

After that, Prime Minister Castillo suggested that the king marry another foreign princess. This time Alfonso compromised and married the Austrian Grand Duchess Maria Christina. Their eldest daughter, the Prince of Asturias, was named Maria May. Seders.

Thank you soda water 123 for the nutrient solution~