"Your paintings," the priest stammered, gesturing, "cannot be given to others again, or the gods will be angry. Do you understand?"
Xie Ning was confused and stared at him in confusion.
After the Phoenicians invented and simplified the 22 Semitic consonant letters, they were introduced into the ancient Greek city-states. Later, the ancient Greeks invented vowels on this basis and improved it into 24 Greek letters. At this time, the writing was already the prototype of ABC in later generations. Knowing this knowledge, Xie Ning was full of confidence and thought that the local language should not be difficult to learn. As a result, when he picked up the clay tablet and took a look, he was dumbfounded.
These circles, dots, horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, and vertical strokes have the shadow of hieroglyphics, and also look like the remains of cuneiform. Bullshit ABC, it's more like a heavenly book!
Xie Ning had no choice but to admit that she was illiterate, throw away all the previous foundations, and start from scratch. Fortunately, the language environment was not bad, and after a few days of exposure, she could recognize common words in daily life.
At this moment, from the priest's words and his body language, Xie Ning could only understand "you", "painting", "can't", and "God". Everything else slipped smoothly through his ears like a mosaic.
Xie Ning shook her head, not understanding.
The priest was so anxious that he jumped up and down. He shouted, "You are the descendant of a great god. How can you sacrifice your life and the lives of your people for short-sighted love? You must know that there are more noble and majestic gods who are above your father and mother!"
He piled up the paintings of Xie Ning that he had collected in front of him. Xie Ning now understood that he wanted him to stop sending him paintings.
Why? He pouted, very dissatisfied.
Everyone likes it very much, and I also like to read their feedback. It doesn’t cost money, it’s all free…
Xie Ning was very unconvinced, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he put the painting away angrily.
Apart from this unpleasant episode, his life here is pretty good.
The people in the city treated him well. He ate and lived with the temple priests, and every meal was accompanied by roast meat, bread, cheese, and milk mixed with honey. Although the roast meat was only seasoned with spices and salt, the bread was sour, and the cheese and milk had a fishy smell, compared with the production level of the same era, it was even more expensive than delicacies from land and sea.
In terms of clothing, the clothes of this era did not have very strict shapes. They were designed to show the beauty of the natural human body, and it was easy to put on and take off. Although artificial textiles would scratch his body, it was not a big problem if he just scratched it. One evening, he saw the beauty of the sunset, so he drew a group portrait for the maids in the palace. As a result, they were so happy that they seemed to be drunk on wine, and they made him a beautifully embroidered belt overnight as a return gift. Usually, he didn't care if his cuffs and collars were slightly damaged. Instead, many citizens who accompanied him insisted on repairing them for him.
In general, the climate in ancient Greece was warm and dry, the forests were lush, and the sun was so hot that it seemed like one could spend a lifetime of summer here. Xie Ning only needed to paint, paint, and paint. Paint casually, paint as much as he wanted, and everyone in the city encouraged him to paint and praised him for his paintings... He really couldn't think of a better life than this, except that he missed his family and hometown more and more.