Matthicoris was completely obsessed with mathematics and ignored mundane things. Mentotik Els, on the other hand, was not averse to spending time on all sorts of things, and mathematics gave him a careful mind that allowed him to manage, staff, and plan the institute with ease, which is why Davers made him the director of the institute. In this regard, Mattikles raised his hands in approval.

"I'll think about it." Mentotik Els replied cautiously.

"I understand how this ballista works!" At this time, Matticles came to Davers excitedly, pointed to the drawings, and said excitedly: "Look here! Look here! The most important thing about this ballista is these two things, one is the string made of strong livestock tendons, and the other is the pulley that can pull the string with less effort. In addition, you see that the longer the chute, the longer the range, because the string will be pulled as hard as possible, and the more force it will bounce back to the stone...... I think the people of Syracuse are stupid and only use a pulley, which is too simple and laborious to use. In fact, making a set of pulleys and fixing them at the end of the chute will easily pull the strings to the end of the chute. Give me the best carpenters and materials, and I'll soon be able to make better ballistas than theirs! ”

Matticoris's confident expression satisfied Davers, and he smiled: "I have just told Mentotik Els that I will send the instrumentainarian of the Legion Engineering Battalion to the Institute of Mathematics as your assistant, and Dionya has the best cattle in the entire Western Mediterranean, the Lucanian cattle, and can supply you with a large number of high-quality beef tendons at any time. ”

"Great!" After Matticoris finished speaking, he took the drawings and walked out.

"Mattikoris, I have an idea." Davers hurriedly stopped him: "If the ballista can know the landing point of the stone more accurately before the ballista shoots it, it will be very helpful for the operator to accurately hit the target." ”

"This ......" Mattikoris and Mentotik Els did not feel that it was an additional burden for Davers's suggestion, but instead fell into thought.

"I have one more idea." "I think that no matter how much force we use or how many angles we throw an object, the trajectory of the object in the air should be like this-" Davers stretched out his finger and drew different arcs in the air.

Mattichris and Mentotik Els stared thoughtfully at Davers' moving fingers.

"If there is no wind and the ground is at the same level, the trajectory of the thrown object should coincide when folded at the highest point of the trajectory in the air......," Davers said in a flat tone.

The two of them were like being shocked, and their expressions suddenly became very excited.

"Execution...... Your Excellency, this is again...... This...... This is another revelation from Hades to you?! Mentochik Els stammered. There have been several similar situations in the past, when Davers talked to them, he would occasionally put forward some novel ideas, which were later proven to be correct, and each time they achieved breakthroughs in the study of mathematical theories, and also greatly expanded their knowledge.

"You can think so." Davers smiled mysteriously.

"Come on! Come! You can draw the track for me to take a closer look at now! Mattichris excitedly took Davers' hand and walked out without saying a word.

Davers understood what he meant, the floor of the living room was paved with marble, and of course he could only paint on the dirt floor in the courtyard, so he followed him out of the living room unimpressedly.

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"Mother, come and see! What is your father doing in the garden, and he trampled all your flowers! By the window of the second-floor bedroom, Cynthia pointed to the three Davers in the courtyard and shouted.

"Shh Christoya made a silent gesture and whispered, "Don't wake up your brother!" ”

She came to the window, poked her head down, frowned slightly, and then turned back and smiled: "It's nothing, it's your father and a few uncles who are discussing math problems." "Although Christoya loves flowers, she is a well-informed woman and will never embarrass her husband in public.

"What is math?" Adores next to him asked curiously.

"That's a very interesting subject, and your sister will learn it soon." Christoya smiled and whispered.

"Can I go to school too?" Adorys asked wistfully.

"Absolutely." Christoya stroked his head: "But you're still young, and you'll have to wait another year." ”

"I don't want it! I'm going to school with my sister right now! Adorys said dissatisfied.

"Brother, stop making trouble! Listen to your mother, or I won't let your father tell you stories at night! As soon as he said this, Adores fell silent, though he pouted.

"Mother, is it really okay for me to go to school and study with other boys?" Cynthia said hesitantly to Christia. At this time, Cynthia was already seven years old, and according to Greek tradition, a 16-year-old girl could marry, she already knew a lot of things, and her biological mother taught her by example how to be a good woman in a Greek family since she was a child. She was under the impression that her mother had never been out of the house, and that she was now studying in public with many boys, day after day, year after year, was a little uneasy.

Christoya pulled Cynthia in front of her, combing her long, slightly messy hair, and said softly, "Kid, do you know how lucky you are!" In addition to Dionia, girls like you in other Greek city-states, they spend most of their lives in their homes, busy raising children and managing household chores, they don't know what the outside world is like, they haven't watched the sports day, they haven't watched the play, they haven't even seen the sea, do you want your life to be like them in the future?! ”

Cynthia shook her head vigorously with a look of fear.

Christoya continued with emotion: "Your father is a great man! He struggled to convince the Senate to give you girls the same opportunity to learn as boys. When the time comes, it will be not only you who will go to school, but also girls from other citizen families. Cynthia, you won't 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 as if she didn't understand.

In fact, although the social customs of the fledgling Dionian League were different from those of other Greek city-states and more open to women, Davers was opposed by many senators when he proposed that "girls go to school with boys" in the Senate.

Davers was able to convince them, and one of the words struck a chord with them: "...... Let the girls of the Ionian citizens also go to school, so that they can learn more knowledge and skills, learn how to live in harmony with boys, and knowledge will make them more cultivated, more temperamental, and more intelligent. When you grow up and get married, you will have more common topics and hobbies with your husband, which will reduce the possibility of your husband going out to a brothel for pleasure and ensure the stability of the family; so that they can manage the affairs of the family more wisely, and will not be deceived by cunning slaves; It is vital for them to be able to raise their children better and to develop good habits at an early age for the future citizens of Dionia! ……”

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In this era, because there was no electric light, as soon as it got dark, most people went to bed, except for a few wealthy people who used candles to light and continue to do things. Because they go to bed early, they also wake up early in the morning, and it is often after the rooster crows that people start to get up and move. But for the industrious Dionians, most of them got up earlier, often before dawn and the stars were still twinkling in the night, to get up and begin their work after sunrise. Only children do not like to get up early and start washing at the urging of their parents.

However, today's 13-year-old Patroclus got up early, and after he hurriedly washed up, he helped his mother bake bread, which made her mother very happy: her son, who had always been mischievous, had really grown up after the invasion of Crotone.

At the dinner table, the mother asked again with concern, "Cross, you really don't want me to send you to school...... School? ”

Patroclus' head shook like a rattle: "Don't! When the bad guys in Crotone came, I was alone to send messages 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 send it, what a shame it should be! ”

"But—" The mother, who was slightly worried, was interrupted by Patroclus' father, Paliandoros, "Let him go alone!" ”

Palian Doros looked at Patroclus with a serious expression: "When you get to school, you have to listen to the teacher, you can do whatever you want, and if you don't behave well, I'll beat you!" Of course, the illiterate father hoped that his son would be able to write and calculate, and have a better future, but the vulgar he could not say a better word of encouragement, so he could only scare the child in his usual tone, and Patroclus, who often talked back, replied obediently today: "Got it, Dad!" ”

When Paliandoros was surprised, there was a knock on the door: "Who?" ”

"It's me."

"It's Uncle Aguilas!" Patroclus cheered and immediately rushed to open the door.

"Little Cross should go to school today." As soon as Aguilas entered, he touched his head with a smile and said, "I have brought you a school bag, an iron pen, a few waxed exercise boards, and a small folding wooden chair that you can use to go to school." ”