Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Heidi stood at the door, obviously unable to move her legs.

Even if she hasn't gone in yet, she has watched many half-naked or even naked men and women walk in with bath towels talking and laughing.

It's really a shame, and there are a lot of people laughing and laughing inside, and no one takes the mixed bathing seriously.

But she has lived in modern civilization for decades, and it is really impossible for her to let go of her moral sense and walk in now.

Da Vinci thought she had something to hide, so he only said a few comforting words and walked in.

Heidi stood by and looked in at the moment the sackcloth curtain was lifted.

Many white bodies dangled around, and various reproductive organs were quite conspicuous. There was also a male doctor cupping a little woman.

She stood with her mouth covered for a long time, and beside her was a girl from Pingting who was passing by with a bath set, and even gave her a strange look.

Miss Kesler was silent for a long time, but she turned her head back without hesitation.

I'd rather chop wood and light a fire by myself than go and take a bath with a group of strange men.

And I don't want to be able to see Mr. Da Vinci's naked body in the shower-not even Da Vinci.

She carried the small basket back to the workshop, and when she looked up, she saw a middle-aged man in decent clothes standing there.

"Are you... looking for Mr. Da Vinci?" Heidi thought it was a guest who came to ask for a painting, and said in slightly blunt Latin: "He went to the public bathroom, come back later."

The bearded man looked up and down for a long time and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm his new maid," Heidi explained, "If you don't want to leave your name and purpose, I'll tell him later?"

The middle-aged man showed a suspicious expression, but did not answer her words.

Before Heidi could say anything, a familiar voice suddenly came from a distance: "Father?"

Da Vinci waited in the bathroom for a long time, but he didn't see the little maid follow him in. He just washed up carelessly, then changed his clothes and came back.

Piero looked back at his son, and shook his head in the direction of the maid: "Explain?"

"It's not what you imagined..." Da Vinci opened the door neatly and led him into the yard, "She's just a maid."

This workshop is not big, even if Heidi is sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard, she can hear many things quite clearly.

The old Mr. Da Vinci seemed to have a lot of doubts about himself, and he gave him a few words, and then began to discuss an order with him.

The order seemed to belong to some great nobleman in the city, so the old gentleman spoke in a rather panicked tone, and even used honorifics several times.

However, his son didn't take it seriously, and deserved to be quite perfunctory.

"That's the church in the Lord's Palace!" Piero said with emphasis: "If you are still the same as before, you won't get a penny!"

"Would you like a glass of citrus potion?" Da Vinci shook the glass.

"Remember the time!" The old man was not in the mood to chat with him at all, and his expression was quite worried: "I will come back to urge you in two days!"

After he strode out, Da Vinci drank the sweet potion in the cup and began to sort out the remaining paints.

Heidi cooked dinner and brought it over, and asked curiously, "Is he your father?"

"Well, he thought you were my mistress." Da Vinci calmly forked the noodles and said, "I've already explained it."

what?

Seeing that she was a little surprised, the young man with brown eyes explained unhurriedly: "I was originally an illegitimate child, that's why he thought too much, and told me not to mess around."

It turns out that an illegitimate child is nothing to be ashamed of in this era...

Seeing that his attitude was quite natural, Heidi suddenly felt that her value system was collapsing.

In this day and age, it's not a big deal for men and women to bathe naked, and the identity of an illegitimate child can be revealed frankly. What else does she not know?

"By the way, help me buy a mummy from the pharmacy next time." Da Vinci pondered for a moment, then said again: "I've been staying with me for half a month, and you can usually call me Leonard Mister Do."

Heidi swallowed the spaghetti and repeated, "One piece, mummy."

"Yes, there is not enough material for painting." He said casually: "Remember to pick a piece that looks more fleshy, and the color will look better."

She was afraid that he would find out about her abnormality, so she nodded calmly.

In fact, according to his real age, no matter what, he is also a person who has seen big storms.

I have also experienced the entire World War II, and I have also witnessed the prosperity and decline of MGM, so I will not be too surprised by anything.

However, the pronunciation of mummy is absolutely unmistakable.

The maid tossed and turned in bed all night, and even began to think about how to move the mummy back.

How did she know what these lunatics wanted to do.

Also, why are mummies sold in pharmacies? ?

The next day, she tidied up the yard early, cleaned the room and cut some black bread for breakfast, then went to the pharmacy nervously with coarse cloth.

When she came here to get acquainted with the surroundings, Heidi heard from a well-meaning local person that the doctors, pharmacists, and painters here belonged to the same guild.

According to the owner of her family, this medicine is also a pigment, and they are all used for coloring.

On the wooden signboard, "Alessio Pharmacy" was written in cursive script, and there were many bottles and cans, as well as various invisible things, on the shelves inside.

A lot of spices were piled up in small grids, and she could vaguely make out cumin and onions.

Several glass jars contained many snails that were still wriggling, and an old woman was taking a jar to pay for it.

Not only can you buy wine, dead owls, and all kinds of strange herbs here.

"Mr. Arecio?" Heidi tentatively called out while holding the purse.

A red-haired businessman walked over quickly and looked her up and down: "What do you want to buy, pretty lady?"

This vocabulary is almost indescribable.

"Mummy." Heidi whispered.

"Oh! There are new arrivals here!" The merchant's expression was normal, as if she just came to buy a purple cabbage for herself.

He turned over and rummaged through the wooden shelf, randomly picked out a small box and handed it to her: "This is cut from the chest, is it okay?"

"Yes... yes," Heidi felt that the box was a bit hot, and hurriedly stuffed it into the package: "How much is it?"

"You must have some headaches, just grind some powder and drink it with water," the red-haired man laughed: "Such a beautiful lady, why don't you give me a kiss?"

Heidi froze for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

She wants to save money and make money as much as possible, and pave more for herself if she can.

In such an unfamiliar place, only silver coins are the most life-saving thing.

These days and nights, she was like a thief, burying earrings under the roots of trees, hiding rings in roof tiles, even went outside the city in a hurry, found a place where no one was around, and buried them in the end. a piece of jewelry.

Coming to this ghostly place, it may be impossible to go back to the twentieth century, so we must be more cautious no matter what.

This one kiss saved twenty Soldi, which was worth her forty days' wages.

Heidi finished shopping one by one according to the list, and quickly returned to the workshop to do business.

A certain great artist finally started to draw a draft, and raised his eyebrows to glance at her with a pen.

"Bought it back?"

Heidi put the box in front of him as fast as throwing a mouse: "I bought it back."

"How much did that profiteer ask you?" Da Vinci opened his eyes and looked at the square inside: "The color is not bad."

"He..." Heidi hesitated for a while, but still said the truth: "Just let me kiss him."

Da Vinci was originally looking down at the corpse, but when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "He will indeed do this kind of thing-you are indeed beautiful, and a kiss will make him cheaper."

Heidi froze for a moment, thinking that this gentleman is surprisingly easy to talk to.

She suddenly remembered that when she walked into the salon at the age of 19, everyone would subconsciously keep silent, and countless eyes would fall on her for a long time, as if she couldn't move away.

The old lady's mentality suddenly relaxed a little, and she began to look back.

In her twilight years, she has long been accustomed to the abuse and teasing of the media, and she stays behind closed doors all day long because of excessive plastic surgery, and her mentality has collapsed for a long time.

Now even if she is really rejuvenated, she always subconsciously treats herself as a stupid old woman, even when she looks in the mirror, she feels weird.

After Da Vinci boasted so much, his heart suddenly felt a lot easier.

I... I'm such a little girl now.

And a pretty girl.

"Then...the twenty Soldi, I will give you back?" She asked subconsciously.

"No, just accept it yourself." Da Vinci shook the box and said, "This is the biggest piece of mummy I've ever gotten."

After getting along these days, the two have gradually become familiar with each other.

Mr. Leonardo is only 26 years old, and he lives in his own small world all day long. Occasionally, some friends come to visit him, and he speaks kindly and kindly.

Heidi helped him put the easel in order, but she couldn't help asking again: "Sir, can I see your paints?"

"Do you like these things?" Da Vinci just got tired of painting and wanted to take a break, so he stepped aside generously: "That's it."

Apparently there is no modern tube of paint here, six or seven jars of different paints put together.

Heidi suddenly remembered that those modern pigments are all synthesized by chemical agents, but now, when the discipline of chemistry has not even taken shape, what do people rely on to paint?

Seeing that she was looking intently, Da Vinci leaned over to explain different contents.

"It's Turkish red, imported from the Ottoman Empire, probably some kind of madder powder."

He casually opened another can, and explained: "This is the yellow color made of resin and plant juice. The extraction is not pure enough, so the color is not bright enough."

"What about blue?"

"Blue is the most expensive pigment." Da Vinci seemed to have thought of something, and sighed slowly: "If you want this kind of pigment, you can only grind gems into fine powder, and usually rely on nobles to help you."

Heidi looked at him, and suddenly felt something flash in her mind.

She remembered that there was a kind of blue, the color was pure and bright, as clear as the Mediterranean Sea.

That blue color is called copper sulfate blue.

The author has something to say: Heidi: What the hell?

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【January 1th manuscript deposit notes】(If you don’t want to read it, you can press the function key to skip the chapter directly)

Source: The Glorious History of Color in Art by Victoria Finley

"As early as 1300, mummies turned out to be a kind of medicine. In fact, from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, almost all the colorants that painters came into contact with were medicines, including lead white, red lead, cinnabar, chalk, orpiment, Sepia, lapis lazuli and mummies. The main way painters get these pigments is from apothecaries. Some artist must have been visiting a drugstore and thought, 'This mummy would be good for grinding paint?'”

In 1712, an art supply store was opened in Paris, and the name of the store was "Looking for the Mummy" (? laMomie).Since then, the color has gone viral.According to the introduction of "The Encyclopedia of Colors" published in 1797, the dean of the Royal Academy of Arts at that time made good use of "mummy brown" for glaze. '"

If you're wondering what color the mummy was ground into, you can find the answer in the 1815 painting "Interior of the Kitchen" by Martin Drowling.Apparently, this famous painting in the Louvre collection makes extensive use of "Mummy Brown".

As mentioned earlier, the pigment "Mummy Brown" is now almost extinct. In a 1964 article in Time magazine, London-based pigment producer Jeffrey Robertson-Parker was quoted as saying, "We may have a few stumps and broken legs left, but not enough for paint."