Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Vaccination was simpler than Heidi imagined.

She already knew the general principle of this, and now it is quite convenient to use executed prisoners for experiments.

Smallpox and vaccinia are not the same disease, but are protected against by the same antipathogen.

The so-called vaccinia is actually a herpes-like virus that infects cattle, and it can also infect humans who have contact with sick cattle.

After the cattle farm workers have this disease, when they are exposed to the smallpox virus, it is as if they have been vaccinated, and the risk of death will be significantly reduced.

When Heidi was confirming the relevant resistance, she once conducted joint research with biologists from the Florence Academy—unfortunately, the current microscope functions are quite primitive in many aspects, and most people still follow her views and ideas for analysis.

The vines in the laboratory have been transplanted to the experimental park, and there are special personnel to help guard and cultivate them. It will take about four or five months to start confirming the toxicity of the fruit.

Da Vinci is busy these days teaching little Raphael how to draw, and indirectly helping to look after Michelangelo who doesn't know where he came from.

Both he and Botticelli were a little curious about the relationship between the boy and Heidi, but they were also quite friendly to him.

Heidi decided to place a sculpture order in person after hearing about the tragic experience of classmate Xiaomi being pigeoned every day from the mouth of the servant——

The boy was obviously quite vigilant, but he was so happy that he jumped up when he received the deposit.

According to the contract, he needs to go to the backyard every day to carve stone statues, and there are waiters beside him to help clean up the dust and gravel, and to constantly replenish clean water.

Compared with the dark apprenticeship experience in the past, this is already a huge improvement.

Michelangelo didn't know why the lady asked him to come to the palace to complete the sculpture, but once he got involved, he would enter a state of ecstasy, tinkling and working from morning to night with a knife and a hammer.

He has a clear and profound understanding of the contours of the human body. Not only can he outline full and firm muscles, he can also uniquely find many emotional details when completing the shaping of details such as fingers and facial features.

After a long time, Botticelli and Leonardo da Vinci would sit around and watch, discussing some details about the texture and outline from time to time, and at the same time, they were not stingy with straightforward admiration.

Sometimes the teenager can realize that the two masters are standing behind him, and they seem to be praising his own works.

He tried his best not to show embarrassment, but secretly speeded up.

"Mickey, why did you choose to dig out a dimple when making the arm?"

"The position of the collarbone is like this... It's strange when I draw two-dimensional characters."

"Heidi is really discerning. She probably plans to be a sponsor in the future, right?"

"Haven't you always been sponsored by her?"

"I don't—I have a cooperative relationship with her!"

The boy gradually became more cheerful, and even answered some questions in a low voice, and showed a shy and embarrassed expression when he heard praise.

Although the speed of his sculpture is relatively slow, even if it is just a prototype, it can still make people see countless bright spots——

Even little Raphael would record his studies seriously and ask him various questions.

Gradually, even the lord came to check it out, and placed another sculpture order.

The statue of King David of Israel adopts an ancient art theory - the balance of opposites.

This comes from the ancient Greek sculptor Polecletes, who expressed the weight and balance of the body through an asymmetrical stance.

Because the boy is too young, he is actually not sure in many places.

But there are always two elders standing behind him, who are not stingy in sharing knowledge and experience, and even eager to use the chisel to do it themselves.

When Leonardo da Vinci and Botticelli were arguing about a certain part, Raphael would quietly hand Michelangelo an apple, and smiled to indicate that he could rest for a while.

Anyway - with the sponsorship of the Medici family, his daily expenses are finally settled.

Heidi didn't have much time to observe the long shaping of a statue. She continued to go back and forth between the prison and the laboratory to confirm the stability of the vaccine.

Neither the first batch nor the second batch of condemned prisoners who had been vaccinated against vaccinia had much rejection, and they did not die of illness after touching the clothes of smallpox patients.

After this technology is mature enough, she has to find other civilians to plant——

My body has already been injected with multiple antibodies when I was young, so it is obviously impossible to have any reference effect.

She collected herself and wrote another line of notes on the paper.

Absolutely not... rash promotion.

Hide it openly and let people actively seek it out.

Heidi has always had a fairly clear understanding of human nature——

Crowds are always fanatical, irrational, and at the same time instigating.

Regardless of whether she does good or evil, the final direction may not match her original intention.

This is why the Bible is followed by many believers.

There is actually no difference between God and the world in many cases.

Even if the purpose and behavior are to save thousands of people from fire and water, in the end, he may be stoned to death instead.

She sighed softly, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Heidi, the vines are growing well," Da Vinci asked, "A farmer came to ask for medicine today, why don't you give it?"

"Don't give it, wait a few more months." Heidi said without thinking: "After confirming the toxicity."

Da Vinci opened the door and walked in, still holding a stack of books in his arms.

"You've been in the lab for three months—you should go downstairs to bask in the sun once in a while." He put the reference materials by her hand, and pulled out a chessboard from the book: "Come take a break ?”

Heidi came back to realize that it was a chess board.

"Okay." She laughed: "Don't let me go."

In this era, there is obviously no "rogue shift" style of play, and soldiers can only move one grid at the beginning of the game.

She did not reveal her ignorance of certain rules, but quietly observed Leonardo's moves.

The queen is not omnipotent, and it seems that there is no way for the soldiers to ascend to the queen after they reach Dige.

...This seems to be a wonderful historical node.

If there were not many outstanding female politicians in later generations who wrote a great deal in European history, I am afraid that the chessboard would not show respect for women.

Some things...you still need to fight for it yourself.

"Checkmate." She put the horse on Haig and subconsciously called out.

The other party showed a somewhat bewildered expression.

No... how do you say this in Italian?

"Scacco-matto?" Da Vinci used the bishop to eat her soldiers, and easily resolved the dilemma: "The problem is solved."

Heidi frowned and thought about the next solution, when she suddenly heard something rustling.

She stayed there for two seconds, and at the moment when she raised her head, she suddenly met a pair of small eyes at the foot of the table——

mouse!

It's a mouse! !

Before she even screamed, she jumped onto the stool and raised her voice a lot: "Leonardo!!"

Leon was stunned for a moment, and followed her gaze. The little mouse realized that something was wrong, turned around and went back under the wooden cabinet.

Mice mice are mice! ! !

Heidi could hardly get off the ground at this time, and almost jumped on the table and escaped from the window.

She didn't want to stay in this ghostly place for a second, but she was still not sure where the black creature would emerge from next second.

"You stand there first—do you want me to get you some smelling salts?"

Before the words were finished, another black figure jumped out from another place and squeaked twice.

"Leo—Nardo!!"

"I'll take care of it..." Da Vinci found a broom and cleaned the bottom of the cabinet and many corners. Squeaky mice ran around like balls, and two or three ran away from the window .

Heidi stood on the chair trying not to scream, but her face paled a lot.

Human strength and fragility are extremely close attributes.

Maybe you can keep your face unchanged before wars and palace changes, but if you really want to pick up caterpillars and mice with your own hands, it seems that you can kill half your life.

After the commotion was over for a while, Leonardo opened the door and windows to ventilate.

He turned his head and saw that she was still hiding on the chair, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be afraid...they won't bite you."

Heidi shook her head quickly twice, but still refused to get off the chair.

She saw the crazy little thing darting around like lightning, the greasy black fur alone was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Heidi... I'll let the servants take care of it later." Leonardo stood in front of her, and said with his hand, "Let's go downstairs first, shall we?"

Another small head popped up in the distance, followed by a squeak.

This is definitely the consequence of someone knocking over a dinner plate nearby two days ago!

There are even rats in the Palais du Calais! !

The young girl on the chair was pale and trembling slightly, subconsciously shaking her head and not daring to get down.

Leonardo sighed and held out his other hand.

"I'll carry you out."

His tone was flat and natural, without any other sense of transcendence at all.

Heidi looked left and right at the bottom of the cabinet and the table, took a deep breath and hugged his neck.

In the next second, she was picked up, and her whole body was lifted into the air.

She is simply too light.

For a second, Leonardo suddenly felt the familiarity of overlapping dreams and reality.

The girl in the arms was still trembling slightly, and buried her face in his shoulder.

The scent of hyacinth was light and gentle, and the long hair like black sandalwood brushed against the side of his face.

Such a strong and confident girl...it turns out that she also has something to be afraid of.

He held her firmly, and whispered to comfort her: "I'll take you out, don't be afraid."

Heidi refused to look up, but nodded in embarrassment.

He suddenly thanked the mice—but it would be better to put a few more mousetraps in the corner later.

These few steps were taken unhurriedly, but it made people feel much better.

He carried her to a sufficiently open and clean outdoor, and slowly put her down.

Heidi hesitated for a second before releasing his neck, and let out a long breath of relief.

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Da Vinci made three or four mousetraps according to the ancient methods of Italy and France, and placed them in the corners and under the cabinets.

His always clever mind can not only complete big tasks like castle design, but also quite inspired when making such small machines.

Probably because the bait has been adjusted to have a strong meaty smell, basically every morning, three or four mice can be seen with their butts stuck outside the mousetrap, and their translucent dirty tails hanging limply.

And Miss Heidi said that she would rather write a paper for a day in her bedroom until these things were cleaned up.

Botticelli's advice to this is to bring a cat back.

It just so happened that in the workshop where Michelangelo was an apprentice, a big white cat gave birth to a litter two months ago, and the quarrels caused the painters to drive them away.

So the man and the boys went over to pick and choose, and found a little furball-like Patronus for their mutual friend.

The kitten is named Alpha, but it has no interest in mice and prefers to drill into the kitchen.

Heidi stayed directly in the bedroom, study and backyard for a week, and the efficiency of writing the thesis surprised the people of the Florence Academy.

So Da Vinci brought back a big black cat from his neighbor, and then he could hear the wailing of mice in the laboratory.

——Although Beta doesn't seem to be happy to clean up the blood and broken fur, she still does her duty when hunting.

The Palace of Ducale has gradually become more lively.

The black cat will chase and play with the little white cat, and there may be several other Medici young masters or young ladies behind him. There is the sound of chiseling stones in the courtyard, as if someone is chewing Napoleon puff pastry.

The lord was busy dealing with the Venetians, and the lord's wife began to sponsor more and more painters.

They will officially move into Pitti Palace in September this year, and Heidi also plans to leave Florence at that time.

She was still thinking about things related to the Romans, and Atalante also wrote several letters back.

The letter was written in both coded language and Italian, and it seemed to be sidelining her current relationship with Leonardo while reporting on business.

"Everything is fine here—the carnival is getting more and more fun," the boy wrote with such earnestness that the ink on a few lines was smudged: "My little son is so cute Great—when are you coming back to see him?"

The 19-year-old father does not seem to be young in this era, and Heidi returned several letters to him with a dumbfounded smile, expressing that he would consider returning as soon as possible.

She repurchased and arranged many properties in Florence, and opened four or five factories.

Regardless of scale or sales lines, the speed of expansion is amazing enough.

The managers are all veterans who have been screened, and the relevant chain of supervision is clear enough.

Sometimes when Heidi counts the wealth she already owns, she will subconsciously regret it for a few seconds.

If he hadn't rushed to realize that ring at the beginning, maybe it would still be quietly lying in the dark compartment of Da Vinci's workshop now.

But if it weren't for that ring, she might have died on the street because of lack of shelter.

"Heidi? What are you thinking?"

She came back to her senses and continued to join the conversation with her friends: "Got away for a while, where did we talk?"

"Love at first sight—like so many chivalrous novels and those stories in theater performances." Michelangelo said with an old face: "I insist that this kind of fit is absurd between men and women."

"But it's natural," Botticelli said, shaking his glass, "People have a natural ability to discern beautiful things, and it's not uncommon to fall in love with them at first sight."

Heidi took a sip of the wine, smelling the unique honey aroma of oak barrels and said, "I don't really believe this."

Skins are always things that age and decay.

Today you can love someone because of your appearance, and tomorrow you can use the same reason to empathize with others.

"It's like listening to a song—when you pass a street corner, there happens to be a violinist playing a melodious and long piece of music. Even if you don't know its name, you will subconsciously remember it for a long time." Botti Celli relaxed a lot, with a faint nostalgia in his smile: "The day Simonetta appeared at the Medici Villa, many people were in a hurry."

"She was still holding her husband's arm at that time, with a reserved and youthful expression."

"But Giuliano just stared at her blankly, not even bothering to take another sip of the fine wine."

Heidi raised her head subconsciously, and found that he was talking about his old love in a relieved and calm manner.

Botticelli seems to have really let go of a lot.

Two or three years ago, he was suffering and depressed. Although a smile and a cynical attitude can cover up many things, the real relief seems to be the relief.

When talking about Simonetta, he seemed to have suddenly returned to the best time, and even his tone was much gentler.

Leonardo also noticed this, and his expression was a little complicated.

"——At that time, I drew a portrait of her. Giuliano held up the painting before the knightly contest, raised his hands high and patrolled for a week, and even Lorenzo was watching her face." Bottiche Li Chang sighed: "Who wouldn't be tempted by such a beauty."

Michelangelo was a little surprised, and subconsciously said: "But Plato didn't talk about it, only the relationship between the same sex..."

"There are only vulgar desires and sins between the opposite sex?" Botticelli stretched out his knuckles and knocked on the boy's forehead: "If the church says what it says, the pope won't have a group of wives and concubines with children."

"Then why did the pope and the bishop have illegitimate children?" Michelangelo covered his head, trying to understand some long-standing confusion: "According to the dogma, they shouldn't have an affair with a woman."

Heidi smiled and poured another glass of wine for herself, and took a sip slowly.

Morality has never been reliable.

When it is beneficial to people, it is the dazzling and bright banner, which can burn violently like a flame.

When it blocks desire, it will be abandoned like a shoe, and maybe passers-by can't help but step on it.

People in the Middle Ages opposed sex and love, worldly enjoyment and human liberation.

500 years later, people still have a lot of objections, they just replaced the standard theology with the so-called moral correctness.

"Mickey, have you considered studying in Plato's Paradise or the Academy of Florence?" Leonardo suddenly said, "Maybe you can listen to what scholars are talking about now."

"It's a good suggestion." Heidi agreed, "I can write you a letter of recommendation."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then showed a cautious expression: "But Mr. Domenico..."

"Just let's talk to him." Da Vinci took out a manuscript from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is the anatomical diagram I drew. Maybe you can get a lot of inspiration after reading it."

"Explanation—anatomical diagram?!" Michelangelo subconsciously flipped through two pages, realizing that this was really a manuscript after dissecting a human body.

He instinctively wanted to throw away this devilish thing, but because of the painter's professional habits, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

That's an exploded diagram of a tendon, and a breakdown of the muscles of the fingers and elbow...

No... I can't watch this kind of thing...

No wonder Mr. Da Vinci knows the muscles around the neck so well. It turns out that this part looks like this after being cut open...

Leonardo couldn't help laughing when he saw the boy's face turn blue and white.

"Speaking of which," he suggested, raising his finger, "let's dissect another one together when we have time. It just so happens that I still don't understand the muscles around the thigh."

Poti glanced at him noncommittally, then turned to look at Raphael: "You didn't hear anything."

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