Since ancient times, her hometown has been accustomed to recording important events on murals and carving them into rocks, because stones can endure the long erosion of time without changing their appearance. This is just like the construction of the first pyramid.
At that time, the Pharaoh said the same thing.
Human beings are afraid of time, and time is afraid of the pyramids.
Murals often record important events, and Fennis deduced that the history books his master was talking about should be something similar to murals, specifically used to record important events.
Perhaps, it is also a kind of so-called "book" made of this kind of bamboo paper?
Then this must be a brand new version of the recording method that I have never seen before.
When night fell, she sat on the edge of the mud platform and played with the seal. Her name was engraved underneath. It was really strange that this thing was given to her by the owner.
This is a mark, she knows it, because there are similar things in her hometown, but those things are usually decorated and round, usually the size of a ring, engraved with cat's eyes, or made of a whole
Scarab shape.
This was the first time she had seen this boxy mark. After looking at it for a long time, she realized that the boxy thing actually made her feel more comfortable. Such simple lines had clear edges and corners without any twists and turns.
Simply a perfect work of art.
The simplest things can give people the greatest happiness.
However, only nobles can use the mark. It seems that it is the same here. It is just normal to give the mark to civilians. If it is given to slaves... Finnis can't help but wonder whether his master has any
Something isn't quite right.
Ah, maybe it's because of the different habits of the city-states. After all, he came from further east.
And it's good stuff.
Fennis thought that he had now gained the trust of the new owner, and he could say that this seal was a token given to him by the new owner. He only had to wait for an opportunity...
Freedom is right in front of you, and you must plan your departure route carefully.
A new day is coming soon.
The slaves gathered again, and the master wanted to give systematic teachings in writing to the other slaves.
This was to prepare for the start of the construction of those drawings. Finnis understood it. The previous drawings showed that the new owner seemed to intend to start the manufacturing and construction of some buildings. So in the end, these slaves would still have to be used by him in the end.
Use it as a coolie.
And I should be able to survive. After all, I can calculate, and I am an excellent calculator, which is enough to be awarded a more formal job.
It seems that my chance to escape is getting closer.
"Finnys is happy to serve Master."
She said this with a very brisk tone. After all, freedom was waving to her, and she thought that in the eyes of her master, she should be complacent about her change in status as a slave.
It took another six days to teach these slaves how to write, but they finally achieved certain results.
Eighteen days have passed since she was brought by this new owner.
Life is relatively moist, but no matter how moist you are, you are still a slave.
On the twentieth day, the new owner had completely learned to speak the Sumerian language and could communicate with the locals fluently. Of course, there were still some difficulties in writing.
I heard that this master will soon go to a temple to apprentice the priests, and even teach his own slaves. This makes Feniss confused. Is this going to liberate his own slaves?
But if you think about it carefully, in the past twenty days, the new master has indeed not done anything to whip or abuse the slaves. The only thing he asked his slaves to do was "study".
Studying is the exclusive right of the nobility.
Fennis also learned a small part of the local situation. From her observations, she could understand that many soldiers did not have cultural literacy, and only the priests who occasionally came to the palace to say hello could make long speeches.
A few days ago, a priest with curly hair and a beard who looked very curly, a high-status priest, came to the palace to cause trouble, and was received by the new owner. Even the king was alarmed.
It is not known what they talked about in the end, but the curly priest left very unhappy. When he walked, he looked like a dog with his tail between his legs, his face turning green and red.
It is said that there was a debate about worldview and so on.
Finneas heard something interesting.
His new master actually said that the earth is a ball, the sun is countless times bigger than the moon, and there is a sky outside the sky. The air disappears in the sky outside the sky, and everything is in a vacuum state...
The shaking of the earth is not the wrath of God, but the breathing and movement of the earth.
Weather changes also follow rules and can even be predicted in advance.
There are signs of disasters, including drought and famine, and some social systems can be used to relieve and avoid them.
They talked about it so much that the soldiers went crazy.
That seemed like a very good debate.
Finneas gave his new master another definition in his mind.
He has good character, is rich in knowledge, has strength and wisdom at the same time, is very polite, and likes to learn. This is what a true noble should look like.
Among these conversations, what interests Finnis the most is that the weather changes in regular patterns... In fact, the Nile River has now dried up, and there have been intermittent famines throughout the great land of Egypt for decades.
, and countless wars started due to famine.
She felt that before she prepared to escape, she might be able to learn some weather prediction methods from this owner...
Maybe it's fake, but it's necessary to give it a try. Asking this kind of question will result in a beating and scolding at most.
So, on the twenty-second day, I heard that the Second Temple had taken the initiative to send an invitation, and the Third Temple, the temple of the Juanjuan priest, was very unhappy about it.
But the objection is invalid.
While translating text and calculation equations, Finneas asked questions and was prepared to be insulted and whipped.
Unexpectedly, instead of scolding himself as a slave for being rude, the new master looked at him with a wise look, and then nodded happily, and said something else, which made Finniss think something.
Thoughts:
"Those who know well are not as good as those who are good at it, and those who are good at it are not as good as those who are happy!"