Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

A scoop costs more than 100 Soldi, you go to the cardinal's house to grab money!

Heidi walked a few steps and remembered something, and hurried back.

Mr. Arecio showed a flattering smile: "Then 110 Soldi?"

"I won't buy that anymore." Heidi asked after thinking about some things in her previous life, "Sir, do you know anyone from the copper mine?"

"Copper ore? Do you want some ore? I also have it here—" Alessio immediately turned to find something for her, but was hurriedly grabbed by the little girl: "It's not copper ore, it's a kind of copper mine. Only, the blue stone."

That is gallbladder.

When Heidi asked, Aresio touched his chin and showed a scrutinizing expression: "What do you want this for?"

"Make... make paint." Heidi took a step back subconsciously, pretending to be ignorant: "I heard from outsiders in the city that the blue stone is more beautiful than lapis lazuli, and it is found in copper mines. It’s easy to find—do you sell it?”

If it's too expensive, forget it.

Alessio smiled, and sat on the wooden chair next to him and raised his legs: "You think I don't know this?"

He had a cousin at home, and he gave him such a good thing when he came to visit.

The stone was indeed translucent and full in color, like the sapphire on the scepter of King Theseus.

But such a good thing, although there are many minerals in it, it must be wrapped in thick cloth when it is dug out, and it must be wiped clean and wrapped several layers after looking at it on weekdays.

"I used to want to make a fortune from this, but this stone changes color as soon as I take it out, and it's worthless!" He rubbed his nose, curled his lips and said, "It's sky blue in the cave, once you take it out, it's worthless!" When you bring it back to your hand, it turns white, if it’s pure white, it’s also mixed with some green, it’s really weird.”

Heidi wasn't sure if it was a coward he met at first, but she became more energetic after hearing this: "Then can you bring some for me? I want to take it back and have a look!"

"You want this?" Mr. Alessio showed a suspicious expression: "Can you turn it back to blue?"

Heidi didn't know how to fool him, so she stuffed two Soldi into his hand: "Since it's worthless, you can bring me a few, and I'll just take it back and make buttons."

Arecio returned the silver coin to her with a smile, and said generously, "I'll write a letter and deliver it to you, and I'll probably give it to you next Sunday."

"Then—then I'll send you some noodles later," Heidi smiled pleasantly, "It's very kind of you, sir."

"It's for your sake, it has nothing to do with Mr. Da Vinci." He waved his hand and said, "Go back quickly, it's time for dinner."

After returning to the workshop, the sense of contrast is even stronger.

The workshop on the next street was magnificent, not only had apprentices and helpers upstairs and downstairs, but it was so dilapidated that even Raven refused to stay longer.

As soon as Heidi entered the yard, she found Da Vinci looking at herself from the window.

No...you're not late, are you?

She closed the door carefully, and went to greet him again, trying to escape by cooking.

"Have you visited Botticelli's workshop?" Da Vinci asked briefly.

"Well...go, go and see."

What the hell is going on with these two.

"Have you seen his paintings?"

"...read it."

"what do you think?"

Heidi didn't expect to take an art appreciation class when she came back. She thought about it and said, "The strokes are delicate, the coloring is light, and the degree of restoration is also very high. It looks good."

Da Vinci had seen her coming back earlier, and his tone was a bit more relaxed, but now he straightened his face: "His painting is called beautiful? Then what is my painting called?!"

Your paintings are called drafts and semi-finished products...

Without waiting for the little maid to argue, he stood up again, frowned like the critic and said: "As for Botticelli's painting, the Madonna's expression wanted to escape through the window, and the angel's wings followed suit. It seems like the eagle has said it, but you actually think it looks good?"

Heidi knew that this gentleman usually looked gentle and gentle, but he had a childish temper in private, so she coaxed quite naturally: "Mr. Leonardo, it's not that I don't know how to appreciate your paintings, the main reason is that you usually paint less and more often." It’s left halfway there, and I’ve always wanted to appreciate it.”

Da Vinci got stuck in the middle of what he said, and was still a little annoyed: "Can I blame me if I can't finish the painting? I haven't figured out the principle of perspective and the direction of the muscles. It is irresponsible to finish the painting casually!"

You are the editor who needs a reminder.

Hearing what he said, Heidi's expression suddenly turned serious from a little panic, she pulled a chair and sat beside him, and said seriously, "Sir, I want to discuss it with you."

Da Vinci sat down sullenly, looked at her with a frown and said, "Don't say you're going to his workshop tomorrow."

"No, no," Heidi took a deep breath, and showed the patience she had taught her youngest son to play Scrabble in her previous life: "You like art so much, you must study the direction of bones and muscles, right? Oil paints and painting utensils are always Do you want to buy some?"

"Yes, so what?"

"You see, if you dissect crucian carp or shells, we can barely improve our food, but this is not a solution for a long time." She tried her best to choose her words, hoping not to anger him: "If we divide the time into blocks, will it be The speed in all aspects is higher?"

Da Vinci did not expect that she would lead this topic in this direction, and repeated: "Time partition?"

Oh, this is a very modern concept.

Heidi couldn't find an old Latin word that could replace the word efficiency for a while, so she just explained to him with gestures: "If the time of day is like a cake, we can divide it into several parts, and then make rules for a fixed time. things, the rest won't be affected, right?"

Da Vinci sat up straighter, showing a focused look: "Go on."

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be angry.

In fact, Heidi wanted to persuade him to paint well and earn more money, at least to buy more paint to take home. She has lived for more than 80 years, so she naturally knows the skills of speaking, and her tone is gentler.

"For example, if you design costumes and props for the people in the open-air theater every day, go to the Lord's Palace to draw pictures for Mr. Medici, or find a model to study the texture of muscles, the whole day should be enough Divide it into four equal parts, or five equal parts, and do the same thing at a fixed time, right?"

In this way, the draft should not be delayed for half a year...

Da Vinci thought for a while, then said, "We can use Giottota's bell."

"Yes, you can do different things at different times of prayer."

"In this way, I will have more time to design flying stunts for the theater—" Da Vinci suddenly showed a pleasant expression: "I arranged for that guy to descend from the high platform last time, and the effect was really good. You see Did you go to the show?"

No!The point is not to get distracted and do this! !

"Sir," Heidi said in a serious tone, "I suggest you from the bottom of my heart, finish the mural in the Lord's Palace as soon as possible, so that you will be more free."

Da Vinci showed a disappointed expression, and after thinking for a while, he said, "My father asked you to rush me?"

"Not really. Sir, think about tempera paint—just paint the skin of the Virgin and Child, and you have to mix egg white with oil paint to have a clear effect." Heidi said with emphasis: "If you drag it any longer , we can only eat black bread for the past few months."

Sometimes she could smell the aroma of stewed meat on the street, and her stomach could almost growl.

If he was allowed to go on like this, he might be in arrears of wages sooner or later.

Da Vinci sighed for a long time, and said helplessly, "I really want to finish painting soon, but sometimes I can't help but do other things while I'm painting."

He can even study a stain on the wall for an entire hour when he avoids work.

Heidi rubbed her face and said solemnly, "Let me supervise you."

So the monitoring really started.

They set off every day listening to Giottota's bell, and returned together at three o'clock in the afternoon.

It is working time before three o'clock, and the murals must be completed as soon as possible in the Lord's Palace.

Probably because of Heidi's staring, the efficiency really improved very quickly.

The Medici family gave a lot of paint and a deposit in advance, and the effects on the walls are also eye-catching, even better than the old ones seen in art galleries.

Heidi never imagined that she would really sit beside a historical figure and watch how he created a legend.

This painting will be studied and analyzed by countless scholars in the future, and will become a treasure in art history.

She died in the millennium when Vientiane was renewed. If a hundred years passed, she would probably be some kind of historical figure.

Although Leonardo Da Vinci likes to dig into the horns when drawing, and refuses to write until he has thoroughly studied the human body structure, completing the order and drawing the draft by himself are always two things.

Florentine painters seldom paint for themselves, and only start painting after receiving orders from employers. There are not many stubborn people like him.

Before he knew it, he had even gotten used to the taste of the citrus potion, and his body became healthier and stronger.

When the painting was handed over, Heidi took some time and went to the outskirts of the city.

She picked a wild olive tree, buried a deep hole at the root of the tree, and hid the necklace in it.

Now that it's been more than a month, it's time to check to see if it's still there.

Seeing that there was no one around, she quickly walked through the oak forest on the outskirts of the city with her skirt in hand, found the wild olive tree, and started digging a hole there as quickly as possible.

In the distance on the other side, a carriage was inconspicuous under the cover of the poplar grove.

A young man with an aristocratic appearance opened the velvet curtain and looked at the dusty girl.

"Kehima, who is she?"

The accompanying male servant hurried over to check it out, and came back to report after a while.

"It doesn't look like a girl from Florence, but she looks like a stranger."

The girl seemed to dig out some small cloth bag, and after confirming it, she let out a long sigh of relief, and buried it back again.

Then she stepped on the high-soled shoes with the hem of her skirt, and turned back quite briskly.

Looking at the back, the exposed snow-white neck really looks like a swan.

"Go dig that thing up and show it to me."

"Yes, my lord."

The author has something to say: Da Vinci: If you plan your time well, you can concentrate on fishing

Heidi: No! !You do not want! !

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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)

What was the medieval view of time?

Author: Wizard of Graycastle Source: Zhihu

In the Middle Ages, people's understanding of time was largely limited by the constraints of nature. They derived the concept of a day and four seasons from their own working habits, and even divided time according to farm work.

For example, the calendar of a typical Germanic tribe: "Fallow month" (June), "Harvest month" (July), "Sowing month" (September), "Wine month" (October), "Threshing month" (January), "Zhiyue" (February), "Muyue" (April).

Charlemagne tried to use these names to unify the calendar, but was unsuccessful because these names represented different times in different regions.

? Did people in the Middle Ages have a concept of "what time"?

Author: TimO'Neil Translator: Zhu Yuqing & Chen Changran

Most country folk or farmers don't particularly need to know the exact time.They tend to divide the day into periods of time through the path of the sun's movement.Timing is even more important for monks, because they need to strictly abide by the etiquette of the hour (Translator's Note: Liturgy of the Hours, commonly known as the day class, or daily praise, hour prayer).

Hour ritual is a ritual of praying according to the time.The day is divided into these eight liturgical moments, and monks need to pray regularly:

Matins night or midnight

Morning Prayer (Lauds) at three o'clock in the morning or early in the morning

The first hour (Prime) around six in the morning

Third hour (Terce) around nine o'clock in the morning

Sixth hour (Sext) noon

Ninth hour (None) around [-]:[-] pm

Evening prayer (Vespers) around [-] pm or after dinner

Bedtime Prayer (Compline) at [-]pm or before going to bed

At these times the bells are rung in the chapels of the larger monasteries and cathedrals.Bells are rung to call the monks to come and pray.For the villagers and farmers living nearby, the bell also divides their day into different time periods.