Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

The streets of Florence are like the horizontal and vertical lines of a chessboard, and the ocher-yellow roofs are like chessboards of different sizes.

In the middle of the night, the whole city glows with a dark golden light, and the dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore sleeps like a lonely sun.

The pigeons circling in the sky on weekdays have already returned to their cages, the citrus trees on the roof are breathing quietly under the moonlight, and even the night watchman's hounds are lazily wagging their tails.

Heidi couldn't sleep, got up again and started writing.

She used the only wages she had to exchange for some paper, pens and ink for herself, and began to recall many things she remembered in her previous life.

Chemistry, physics, mathematics, and biology...

In the past 40 years of her life, from the age of 45 to the age of 85, it was as if a robin had fallen into a swamp, struggling to breathe harder and harder.

The investment has repeatedly failed, and the patent has been denied by the US military. With the development of TV media, he has become more and more notorious.

In the middle of writing, she suddenly raised her head, controlled herself to take a deep breath and shielded the feeling of frustration in her heart.

She was 19 years old, but 66 years had already passed.

Many memories of youth need to be continuously excavated and refined, and then all be recorded clearly with paper and pen.

It feels like taking a small silver spoon to scrape the last sugar residue in the clay pot, it doesn't seem to be enough.

Ever since she went shopping in the pharmacy, Heidi has been quite worried about the medical conditions in this city.

The doctors here have been wearing beak masks habitually since the great plague. The long silver beak and black hole-like eyes make people look scary.

She had taken history lessons and knew how people in this era healed themselves.

Bleeding, sucking wounds with leeches, applying snail mucus, even grinding mummy powder and drinking it with water.

Absolutely—never get sick.

Getting sick is bound to have catastrophic consequences.

Holding a pen made of crow feathers, she dipped it in ink and crossed out "Kinney Cream" on the list.

There is no need to think about the drug quinine. I have asked many people in the city today, but I have never heard of cinchona tree.

I'm afraid the place of origin is somewhere in Latin America.

"Aspirin" was also crossed out, and it was more difficult to make this, so it's better to think of something more practical.

This state of desk work caused Heidi's memory to drift back to the past unconsciously.

At that time, the two children were playing on their laps, and I was bowing my head to complete the diagram of the first frequency hopping communication, thinking about how to get the Admiralty to accept this technology.

Now that there are no submarines, it seems that a lot of knowledge is useless.

She looked up with a sigh, and glanced at the orange peel in the glass dish.

The penicillin experiment is still in progress, so it can be said that there is no progress.

If this thing can really come out, I am afraid that it will save many people in the next plague.

The next day was Sunday again, and the master and servant went to the church to attend Mass together, and they also had to receive the Holy Communion.

The priest is wearing an ivory white robe, and the believers are pious and solemn.

"The love of the Father, the grace of Christ, and the gift of the Holy Spirit be with you."

Heidi followed and saluted without any mistakes.

She would be killing herself if she exposed herself as a Jew on such an occasion.

"—is also with your soul." The crowd responded.

"Father and Christ, give you grace and peace."

"——to you too." She whispered.

Wheat bread is the body of Jesus, and wine is his blood.

To eat these things is to remember the suffering Jesus and feel the heart that is with him.

The taste is not bad, and the wine is much better than that at Da Vinci's house.

After Mass, Da Vinci went home, while Heidi went to the workshop on Sunday.

Mr. Da Vinci was at home recently helping the guys in the theater improve the flags and flying stunts-he really likes these fancy things, and he even made a set of lighting effects for them before.

When doing these things, I never procrastinate, and I can design several tricks on the same day.

Heidi gathered her shawl and followed the guidance of the citizens to find Mr. Keg's workshop.

At first glance, she thought she was wrong, and then looked around again.

Nothing wrong - but not at all what it was supposed to be.

Heidi and Da Vinci stayed for a long time, and they were almost completely used to the poor life.

There is always no meat in the meal, and fish can be eaten after a long time.

Wine sometimes goes rancid, probably because the seal is not good enough.

The workshop is naturally simple and monotonous, even the colors of the painted paintings are very simple, mostly yellow-brown as the main color.

Maybe some mummy brown in it, but that's about it.

But when she stood in front of Botticelli's workshop, all the old perceptions were changed.

The workshops on this street have two or three floors, and they are spacious and beautiful.

The first floor is a semi-open structure, where you can see shop-like displays, as well as apprentices and craftsmen who are busy.

The workbench and easel were spotless, and the canvases were bright and vibrant, the blues and greens pleasing and full.

The kiln and grinding tools are all new, and many people are like workers on the assembly line, scattered or gathered to make statues and paintings, and those paintings are not signed, as if they are collectively produced by the workshop.

Florence is a city of art, and even young men and women have to buy a double painting and hang it in the bedroom according to the custom when they get married.

If a painter had a patron, his life would be quite happy.

"Hi——" Botticelli walked down from the second floor quickly, holding the order, and greeted her with a smile: "When you come here, even the gray starling can't help singing."

Heidi smiled slightly and said friendlyly, "Just call me Miss Keesler."

"Are you really Mr. Da Vinci's maid?" Botticelli looked at the near-perfect proportions of her face, and couldn't help admiring: "He is so lucky."

He began to show her around the statues and picture frames, and told several amusing stories.

It can be seen that this is the normal operation state of the painting workshop.

There are apprentices, helpers, and more importantly, colorful and lively colors.

There is a semi-finished portrait of a noble lady on Mr. Xiaotong's easel. Even if the details have not been embellished, the soft and clear face, the light gold jewelry and the blue bay are quite vivid.

His brush strokes are delicate and light, able to restore human skin color to an extremely realistic state.

Heidi looked at the painting for a long time, looked at him and said, "Is your shop the largest in the city?"

"Of course not." Botticelli smiled and waved his hands and said, "Mr. Da Vinci's teacher, Verrocchio's workshop, hired more helpers, and he didn't even need to paint by himself."

"Huh? His teacher?"

"Well, Mr. Da Vinci studied there for a long time when he was young, and they collaborated on many paintings, such as "The Baptism of Christ." Botticelli thought of something, and couldn't help laughing: "In that painting, Verrocchio Mister’s dove painting looks like it was hammered flat, it was da Vinci’s angel that saved the painting.”

Since Leonardo Da Vinci showed his hand and drew the faces of angels and children, all the faces in the workshop belonged to him.

"Did he learn all his paintings from his teacher?"

"I'm not too sure about this," Mr. Xiao Tong thought about it seriously, "but the teacher and the student are very similar."

Mr. Verrocchio is notorious for his slow delivery and easy distraction, and he often abandons the manuscript halfway through the drawing.

In this regard, Da Vinci did a better job - he completely delayed the essence of the teacher.

Heidi remembered the way someone rolled her eyes, and she was too embarrassed to play here for a while, and said goodbye to him after a brief chat.

When she was walking back, she would feel a little regretful, so that she walked towards the pharmacy unconsciously.

I heard from Mr. Keg that Leonardo da Vinci's paintings are also very beautiful, and his use of color is amazing.

But at that time, it was all because he was an apprentice in the teacher's workshop, and those paints could be used with the capital of the workshop.

When it really came time for Leonardo da Vinci to set up his own workshop, he couldn't cope with the high price of ultramarine blue.

He procrastinates and is always distracted. Until today, he has not finished Mr. Deitch's murals, let alone painted other things to support his family. Many of the practice pens and drafts he drew at home are in dark and dark tones.

After all, it is because of poverty.

Heidi sighed inwardly, and even wanted to take out some of the silver coins she secretly exchanged and do something for him.

She walked into the pharmacy and picked around aimlessly.

Today's glass jars are also full of crickets and earthworms, and there is an extra basket of lichens and moss in the grocery cabinet, which is still covered with damp soil.

So what are people in this day and age drinking when they take their medicines...

Heidi turned her eyes around, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a rather beautiful small box.

There was purple powder in that box, which made people unable to move their eyes away under the candle light.

Purple is really a luxurious and unique color.

Deep, gorgeous, and reminiscent of beautiful flowers like violets.

She subconsciously took a step closer to see the tiny flickering of the purple powder under the light.

Although there seems to be some strange smells through the glass cabinets, everything in the grocery store smells strange, and it probably has nothing to do with the paint itself.

"Do you like this very much?" Mr. Alessio, the owner of the pharmacy, approached and tried to sell this product: "This is a new pigment I bought from a Persian merchant—would you like a copy!"

Why does this have the feeling of going shopping for clothes and choosing skirts?

Heidi tried hard not to be egged on by success, but an English slang phrase came to mind.

"——Bornin purple"

People who are born in purple are noble people.

She thought it would be okay to eat less fish, and turned to look at the shopkeeper: "How much?"

"One scoop, 120 five solidis, would you like some?"

"Hey, Miss Keesler, don't you turn around--wouldn't it be five Soldiers for you--"

The author has something to say: Heidi: What I lack are those five Soldi!What I'm missing are those 120 Soldi! !

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Related to Da Vinci and Verrocchio, refer to "The Biography of Da Vinci" by Walter Isaac

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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: What are the troubles of being a woman in the Renaissance?

Author: Tuyuan

The article "Gender in Urban Space and the Status of Women in the Renaissance" mentioned the restrictive effect of high-soled clogs on Venetian women. The popularity of various clogs was mainly in the Middle Ages and the early Renaissance. Its original intention may be to prevent women's clothing from being The streets are muddy and filthy.

In Venice, this custom existed and was strengthened for quite a long time. It should be noted that in the middle of the 17th century, it almost completely lost its practical function, because it made women almost unable to walk, and the height even reached more than 40 centimeters. , and the public space in Venice is not dirty, but very clean.There is only one explanation for the continued existence of clogs in Venice, which is to use objective conditions to restrict women's activities, and to use servants to monitor women when they go out.

It is hard to say that this kind of restriction is not due to the wish of the head of the house, the man.Although some women have increased the time spent on the road due to walking difficulties in the rare opportunities to go out, so that they have more time to show their own appearance to others, which to a certain extent strengthens the femininity of the community space, but At least they were unable to touch political life under such clumsy conditions, which at the same time proved to everyone their subservience to male authority.