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One florin gold coin could be exchanged for 120 soldi, and it would take her 60 days of work to earn one gold coin.
Once she was fully familiar with the area, she’d need to quickly exchange some money.
She checked the surroundings carefully, then divided the jewelry into six portions, preparing to hide them at different locations over time.
Although da Vinci was a famous figure in history, history didn’t guarantee his character.
Since she had been reborn into this era, it was wise to hide her jewelry as securely as possible.
She cut a piece of old cloth, sewed the six portions of jewelry into small bundles, about the size of sandbags, and hid them in the inner layers of her maid’s uniform.
After scouting the area, she found several good places to stash them.
Once the items were safely hidden, Hedy collected her composure and stepped out of the room, her face neutral.
The great artist was still absorbed in his writing, and the painting nearby hadn’t been touched yet.
She glanced at him, deciding to take care of her personal needs first.
For example, drinking water.
It was quite strange here—there was wine in the kitchen, wine in the workshop, and even a small jug of malt beer in her room.
But there was no drinking water available.
There were no water purifiers, no drinkable taps—if someone caught dysentery, there would probably be no medicine either.
She’d have to boil the water to sterilize it before drinking.
Hedy sighed inwardly and turned to fetch a large bucket of water from the well. She found a crucible that might work in the kitchen and awkwardly crouched by the stove to start the fire.
The crucible swung back and forth on its hook, clearly designed for soup rather than boiling water.
It took her a full hour to finally get the fire going with flint, and by the time the water came to a boil, it was a lengthy struggle.
The scalding hot water was carefully ladled into a clean ceramic bottle, and once it cooled down, she would be able to drink it.
As she was ladling the water, she glanced around the kitchen, seemingly preparing to gather some ingredients for dinner, when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.
"—What are you doing?!"
Hedy nearly burned herself and turned to see da Vinci standing in the doorway.
"I’m boiling water to sterilize it, sir," she said, carefully stirring the water with the wooden spoon.
"Isn’t there wine?" da Vinci frowned. "Why do you need to drink water? What if you get sick?"
Hedy paused with the spoon, suddenly realizing something.
It was the Middle Ages now.
People probably didn’t even know what bacteria were—
"Sir," she took a deep breath, deciding to explain the situation clearly, or she would be seen as a madwoman and kicked out.
"The impurities in the water will disappear once it’s boiled."
She looked him in the eyes, continuing, "You have pale skin, and I see small petechiae on your wrists and in several places. You should eat some citrus fruits or lemons."
