Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

When Da Vinci left, he still had a brain, remember to check the doors and windows of Heidi's bedroom and study, and close and lock them all.

He found that the portrait had been hanging in her bedroom, and it was in a rather conspicuous position.

This discovery made him feel relieved and felt the long-lost luck.

Atalanti helped him with the servants and housekeeper, and when he heard the news that the boy broke another crock pot, he turned to look at him again: "How long do you want to keep this annoying spirit?"

The servants at home were all concerned about his feelings, and even when they complained, they used a rather tactful tone.

Da Vinci was still confirming the dry food on the road, and subconsciously wanted to refute when he heard this word.

Before he could explain further, Atalanti interrupted simply and rudely: "Don't tell me how dependent this child is on you, or your mentality that is almost like a virgin."

"Leon, if you like children so much, you should marry her and have a bunch of children. No one will stop you from pampering her, understand?"

The man seemed to think of a certain memory, blushing and humming.

"Children, like those cats and dogs begging for food, like to cry and act like a baby." Atalanti helped him put the saddle, and said in a rather disgusted tone: "Even if you want to raise one, you can choose a more obedient one." The child—the poor little beggar on the side of the road is definitely more sensible than that devil."

"When I come back..."

"Tell me the address of his home, and I'll take him back." Atalanti waved his hand and said, "God, you've changed a lot in the past year, and you won't be stupid if you fall in love."

Da Vinci was obviously relieved. He really let him do this kind of cruel behavior, and he might not be able to do it in his whole life.

He could vaguely feel the child's use of him, but he couldn't resist it as if he was touched to the core.

"Please." He said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

"Be careful on the road—Hurry up and chase my boss back!" Atalanti patted his ass and said, "Remember to coax her well!"

Every time Heidi walked into Ducale Palace, she felt like a dragon's lair.

From the dome to the walls, almost everything is resplendent, and the countless oil paintings and statues are more spectacular than museums.

She came back here in the middle of the night, and fell asleep after a simple wash.

When she woke up, she realized that it was as if she had never left here.

None of the layouts in the room have been adapted, and all the books she likes are placed there.

In addition, a bouquet of irises stained with dew was placed on the bedside and on the table, and everything was wiped spotlessly.

How does it feel that after she left, the room has been cleaned frequently, even the cook in charge of breakfast remembers her previous taste, the ratio of salt and spices is always just right.

After finishing her grooming, Heidi routinely went to the office for work handover.

She noticed that there was a long queue going in and out downstairs, as if they were busy carrying something.

"Dejo?" She tried to call out: "What are they doing?"

"I'm moving, my lord." Dejo stood by the window and explained: "The Ducale Palace has been evacuated for a little bit, and it is estimated that it will be completely moved in a month or two."

"Moving?" Heidi showed a blank expression: "Where are you going?"

"At the foot of the mountain in the south," Dejo explained, "I heard from the gatekeeper that the lord built a new palace there with Mr. Pitty's manuscript, and it is already undergoing final repairs and decorations."

Pitti Palace?

She froze for a moment, suddenly realizing something.

Before leaving, she casually mentioned something to Mr. Lorenzo.

Now it has already been completed, and later the world-famous Pitti Palace, which is like a temple of art?

Heidi responded in astonishment, not knowing what to say.

When she saw Lorenzo yesterday, she only felt that the two of them had returned to the business-like state, as if everything that should be over had already been over.

"But when everyone moves to the south of the Arno River, I'm afraid this palace will be renamed the Old Palace now." Dejo sighed with emotion: "It's really a pity."

Heidi adjusted her mood and went to the office after getting ready.

She didn't think about how long she would stay in Florence, but she should solve the current problem after all.

When the door of the office opened for her, she found that there were many people sitting inside.

There are sad-looking peasants, babbling priests, and some familiar faces from the Florentine Academy.

When they saw her, they all stood up and began to introduce themselves in a messy way.

The lord sat behind them, continuing to process the documents quietly.

Heidi subconsciously took a look at his expression, and began to concentrate on listening to the relevant explanation.

The disease is said to have been brought from a Gentile estate.

First their citrus trees and vines died, and more and more orchards began to suffer.

Someone carefully brought a sample of the diseased leaf, and the scholar next to him looked away in disgust the moment he saw it, as if he was afraid of being harmed by it.

Heidi took gloves and went to check the marks on them.

The obvious lesions are light yellow or brown, without insect eyes, but there are black substances like fluff attached to the bottom of the leaves.

She recognized it as mycelium at a glance.

"It's not a demon," she whispered, "it's a disease."

As soon as this sentence came out, some people around showed expressions of approval or anger. Only the poor farmer covered his face and asked her in fear if all this could be saved.

Heidi wasn't sure what to do with the blight, but penicillin certainly wouldn't—

According to the correspondence in the past two years, she knew that there were about a dozen official penicillin workshops in Florence, which could basically meet the needs of the upper class.

If a more fertile strain can be found, it may save the lives of the poor.

It is indeed too expensive to use that kind of thing to solve the problem of plant diseases.

She thought for a while, explained the time and requirements of the experiment to them, and explained: "I have never been exposed to this disease, but it does take some time, sorry."

The lord stood up, opened his mouth to appease the anxious crowd, and looked sideways at her: "Will this disease threaten people's safety?"

"Probably not, provided that you do not have direct contact with these leaves with your hands or mouth and nose, and wash your hands in time."

Before the words fell, the person holding the leaves just rushed out.

"Where's the water—"

Heidi returned to her laboratory and found that some duplicate instruments had also been moved to the new palace.

It has been too long since she and the memory of her previous life, and she can't remember what Pitti Palace looked like later.

The young alchemist sighed at the test tubes and piles of bottles and jars, and began to study the problem of diseased leaves.

She asked someone to find plants with different degrees of disease, and used the same soil to raise them in the laboratory.

There are many ways to kill the plague, and poisonous drugs may all be able to contain it.

But the problem is that these plants need to continue to be cultivated and used for food and wine.

If all the infected vineyards are forcibly burned, the economic losses may cause those farmers to jump into the river directly.

It must be able to effectively inhibit the bacteria, and at the same time, the grape itself must be able to produce normal results and be eaten after receiving treatment. At the same time, the food must undergo biological experiments to confirm its safety.

Heidi made a list and began to arrange servants for records and daily management.

... Da Vinci is not here, it is really troublesome.

That person almost didn't need to explain too much to him, and he could help her adjust the tools and solve all kinds of experimental troubles. Without tools, she could make a new one out of thin air with incredible speed.

More importantly, he is passionate and creative about all things science.

Realizing that she was missing him, she tapped absently on the table with her knuckles.

Only suitable for being friends, not lovers.

After the day was over, the six plants were evenly sprayed with different potions and began to slowly change.

The waiting process was quite long, and she decided to continue to borrow books to study, and go to the monastery to help the nuns diagnose physical diseases as she did in the court.

Before leaving, Dejo knocked on the door with his juice: "My lord, Mr. Botticelli wants to see you."

Her expression was a bit embarrassed, as if she didn't want Heidi to go there again.

"What's wrong?" Heidi realized something: "What happened?"

"Beside him... seems to be accompanied by a child."

It's—children? !

Heidi frowned, feeling that one or two of these men might be crazy.

Dejo obviously thought so too, but he still came over to introduce him dutifully.

She simply cleaned up and went to the backyard with Dejo.

Botticelli was teaching a child to paint, and chatted with him from time to time with a smile.

The little boy was about three or four years old. He looked delicate and gentle, and he smiled shyly when he looked at her.

"Heidi," he stroked the little boy's soft hair and called out with a smile, "I found a little genius."

It seemed that he had recruited another young apprentice in his workshop-but what did it have to do with her?

"...Is that so?" She remained vigilant and did not go over, and began to wonder in her mind whether Sarai had set fire to her yard in Milan now.

"This is a little boy recommended by your friend, Mr. Aresio, and his father is also a painter." Botticelli explained with a smile: "It's a pity that I will travel to other countries in the next two years, and I may not be able to take him with me. "

"If it's convenient, next time you go back to Milan, would you like to introduce him to Da Vinci?"

Heidi watched the child carefully, ready to reject him.

Botticelli did not know that Leonardo lived with him, nor did he know of the conflict with Nasalai.

Before she could speak, Botticelli added a word.

"Raphael, say hello to the kind Miss Medici."

"Hello, Master Medici." The little boy smiled sweetly: "You are so beautiful." Something went wrong, please refresh and try again