Mattikoris is completely obsessed with mathematics and ignores the mundane. Mentotik Els is different. He does not reject taking time to deal with various affairs, and mathematics gives him a careful mind, allowing him to manage research institutes, arrange people, and make plans very handy, so Diver Sri Lanka will let him serve as the director of the research institute. In this regard, Mattiklis raised both hands in approval.
"I will consider this matter." Mentotik Els replied cautiously.
"I understand the principle of this ballista!" At this time, Mattiklis came to Davos excitedly, pointed to the blueprint, and exclaimed excitedly: "Look here! Look here! This ballista is the most important thing. It is these two things, one is the string cable made of strong animal tendons, and the other is the pulley that can pull the string cable with less effort. In addition, you can see that the longer the chute, the longer the range, because the string cable It will be pulled as far as possible, then the more force it will give to the stone when it rebounds... I think the Syracuse people are very stupid, they only use one pulley, it is too simple, and it will be very laborious to use. In fact, doing a A set of pulleys, attached to the end of the chute, will easily pull the string to the end of the chute. Give me the best carpenters and materials, and I'll be making a better ballista in no time! "
Mattikoris' confident expression satisfied Davos, he smiled: "I just told Mentotic Els that I will let the mechanic from the engineering battalion of the Legion go to the Mathematical Institute to serve as you and Dionia has the best cattle in the entire Western Mediterranean, Lucania, ready to supply you with plenty of good quality tendons."
"That's great!" Mattikoris finished, took the blueprint and went out.
"Maticris, I have an idea." Davos hurriedly stopped him: "If the ballista can accurately know where the stone falls before the ballista shoots the stone, the operator can accurately hit the target. It's very helpful."
"This..." Mattikoris and Mentotik Els didn't think it was an extra burden for Davos' suggestion, but fell into contemplation instead.
"I have another idea." Daves said seriously: "I think that no matter how much force we use or how much angle we throw objects, the trajectory of objects in the air should be like this—" Divers Si stretched out his fingers and drew different arcs in the air.
Mattikris and Mentotik Els stared thoughtfully at Davos' moving fingers.
"If there is no wind and the ground is at the same level, with the highest point of the trajectory of the thrown object in the air as the center, the trajectories on both sides should be able to overlap when folded..." Davers said in a gentle tone.
The two of them were shocked by electric shocks, and their expressions suddenly became extremely excited.
"Executive... Your Excellency Consul, this is... this... this is the revelation that Hades gave you?!" Mentochike Els stammered and asked. There have been similar situations a few times before. When Davers talked with them, he occasionally put forward some novel ideas, which were verified after the fact, and they were all correct. The breakthrough has also greatly expanded their knowledge.
"You can think so." Davos smiled mysteriously.
"Come! Come! Show me the trajectory now for a closer look!" Mattekris took Davos's hand excitedly, and walked out without a word.
Davos understood what he meant. The floor of the living room was paved with marble. Of course, it could only be drawn on the muddy floor in the courtyard, so he followed him out of the living room without paying attention.
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"Mother, come and see! What did father lead people to do in the garden, trampling your flowers!" At the window of the bedroom on the second floor, Cynthia pointed to the three Davos in the courtyard and shouted loudly.
"Shh!" Christoya made a silent gesture and whispered, "Don't wake your brother up!"
She came to the window, looked down, frowned slightly, then turned around and smiled, "It's nothing, it's your father and some uncles discussing math problems." Although Christoya loves flowers, she doesn't like it. She is a woman of general knowledge and will never embarrass her husband in public.
"What is mathematics?" Adoris asked curiously.
"That's a very interesting knowledge, and your sister will learn it soon." Kristoia said softly with a smile.
"Can I go to school too?" Adoris asked longingly.
"Of course you can." Cristoia stroked his head lightly: "But you're still young, you have to wait another year."
"I don't want it! I'm going to school with my sister now!" Adoris said dissatisfied.
"Brother, stop making trouble! Listen to your mother's words, or I won't let my father tell you stories at night!" After saying this, Adoris pouted, but became quiet.
"Mother, is it really good for me to go to school and study with other boys?" Cynthia said to Cristoia hesitantly. At this time, Cynthia was seven years old. According to Greek tradition, a 16-year-old girl could get married. She already knew a lot of things. Since she was a child, her biological mother taught her how to be a good woman in a Greek family. In her memory, her mother had never left the house, and now she was studying with many boys in public year after year, day after day, which made her feel a little uneasy.
Kristoia pulled Cynthia in front of her, combed her slightly messy long hair, and said softly: "Child, do you know how lucky you are! Except for Dionia, in other Greek city-states There are girls like you who have spent most of their lives besieged in their houses, busy raising children and managing housework. They don't know what the outside world is like, they haven't seen the sports meet, they haven't enjoyed the drama, or even Haven't seen the sea, do you want your future life to be like them?!"
Cynthia looked frightened and shook her head vigorously.
Cristoia continued with emotion: "Your father is a great person! He worked hard to persuade the Senate to give your girls the same opportunity to study as boys. At that time, not only you, but also you will go to school. Girls from other civic families. Cynthia, you will not be alone in school, study hard, prove that we women are no worse than men, and don’t let your father’s efforts go to waste!”
Cynthia nodded understandingly.
In fact, although the social customs of the newly rising Dionysian League were different from those of other Greek city-states, and they were more open to women, when Davos proposed "Let girls go to school with boys" in the Senate , or was opposed by many elders.
Davos was able to convince them, and there was a passage that struck a chord: “…to get the girls of the Dionysian citizens into school too, let them learn more knowledge and skills, and learn how to live in harmony with boys , knowledge will make them more cultivated, more temperamental, and more intelligent. After they grow up and get married, they will have more common topics and hobbies with their husbands, which will reduce the possibility of their husbands going out to seek pleasure in brothels. It ensures the stability of the family; enables them to manage their family affairs more wisely and will not be deceived by cunning slaves; enables them to better raise their children, so that the future citizens of Dionysian can be raised in their early childhood. It is vital for their life to form good habits! …”
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Since there is no electric light in this era, as soon as it gets dark, most people go to bed except for a few rich people who use candles to light up and continue to work. Because they go to bed early, they get up early in the morning, often after the rooster crows, and people start to get up and move around. But for the industrious Dionians, most of them get up earlier, often before dawn and the stars are still twinkling in the night, to get up to prepare for the work after sunrise. Only children who don't like to get up early should start to wash under the urging of their parents.
However, today, 13-year-old Patroclus woke up very early, and after a hurried wash, he helped his mother bake bread, which made the mother very happy: the always naughty son experienced the invasion of Crotone After that, I really grew up.
At the dining table, the mother asked again with concern: "Clos, you really don't want me to send you to school... school?"
Patroclus shook his head like a rattle: "Don't! When the bad guys in Crotone came, I was alone sending a letter to several nearby villages to call the police! Even Uncle Aguilas praised me as a warrior. I'm so old, the school is in the city, and I still need you to deliver it, what a shame!"
"But—" As soon as the slightly worried mother said, she was interrupted by Patroclus' father, Pariandoros: "Let him go alone!"
Pariandoros looked at Patroclus with a serious expression: "When you get to school, you have to listen to the teacher. Do whatever you want. If you don't behave well, I will beat you up!" Of course, the illiterate father hopes that his son can write and count. , has a better future, but the vulgar he can't say anything better to encourage, he can only use his usual tone to scare the child, but Patroclus, who often talks back, replied tactfully today: "I see, Dad!"
When Pariandoros was surprised, there was a knock on the door: "Who is it?"
"it's me."
"It's Uncle Aguilas!" Patroclus cheered and rushed to open the door.
"Little Cross should go to school today." As soon as Aguilas entered the door, he patted his head with a smile and said, "I brought you a schoolbag, a stylus, and a few waxed books. A practice board, a small folding wooden chair, you can use it for school."