I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 13 Gods are also afraid of the cold
  At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, raising goosebumps on Xia Qingdai's body. It was so cold!

She couldn't help but wince.

Owen couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Could God be afraid of the cold?
  He tentatively said: "There is a fireplace inside. Would you like to sit there?"

In fact, he had just been thinking about whether he should take Shen into the study or the living room.

The study is a more formal place for entertaining guests, while the living room is relatively private.

But now I see that God seems to be afraid of the cold, so I'd better go to the living room with a warm fireplace.

"Okay, fine." Xia Qingdai readily agreed. She had long wanted to sit by the warm fireplace.

Then the two of them sat down respectively. Xia Qingdai saw the book Owen put in his hand and asked him: "Is this the book you are reading? What kind of book is it?"

"Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy." Owen closed the book and handed it to her to read.

Xia Qingdai took it and felt that the title of the book sounded familiar.

When she opened the book, she fainted. It was actually an English version of a mathematics work. Wouldn't it kill her?

"It's incredible that such a backward era already has such advanced mathematics!" Xia Qingdai saw the author's name of this book - Isaac Newton.

Although he was an ancient man from the seventeenth century, she still had not learned his laws very well even after hundreds of years!

As for his mathematical achievements such as calculus, not to mention, as a high school student, Xia Qingdai is not worthy of being exposed to this level of mathematics.

Their mathematics teachers always said that what they studied before college was not called mathematics at all, but could only be regarded as arithmetic. He didn't understand why everyone couldn't even learn this bit of arithmetic, so when they went to college, they would have to hang themselves on advanced mathematics.

Xia Qingdai said that high school mathematics is difficult enough! What a life save! And because she likes Chinese medicine, in order to apply for Chinese medicine, she chose science subjects!

For the manor owner who has no study tasks, Xia Qingdai can only express disrespect for the fact that he reads mathematics books instead of novels in his leisure time! Congratulations!
  She only turned over two pages hastily, then returned the book to the other party, looked away, and began to look at the living room with curiosity.

From time to time, he would also ask about the content of the mural on the ceiling, and the latter would tell him everything he knew.

In fact, Xia Qingdai's communication with Owen was not very smooth, mainly because her English was not up to the point where she could communicate freely.

But even with words and gestures, Owen could understand what she meant.

Owen had always thought that God spoke English, but now that he had actually met the Eastern God, he discovered that they had another divine language.

His father had been a pastor all his life and had never seen any miracles. Maybe it was because he always spoke English when praying and the God in heaven could not understand him!

Thinking that Xia Qingdai liked to listen to her reading aloud quietly last night, Owen asked, "Miss Xia, can I read for a while?"

"Okay!"

Xia Qingdai understood what he meant, and thought that this was not bad, just think of it as practicing listening in the morning, and reading it on the spot with a foreign teacher!
  Owen then went to pick a book on the sideboard, and then began to read it eloquently.

For Xia Qingdai, English listening may be almost like hypnotic white noise. In addition, there is a warm fireplace in front of the sofa. In such an atmosphere in winter, it is too easy to fall asleep.

So unknowingly, Xia Qingdai fell asleep on the sofa again.

Owen stopped reading, picked up the wool blanket and put it on Xia Qingdai. This God in heaven is also afraid of the cold.

After covering Xia Qingdai with the blanket, Owen felt a little thirsty, so he walked to the shelf in front of the fireplace, picked up the ceramic teapot, and poured himself a cup of warm water to moisten his throat.

Of course, it is impossible for an ordinary teapot to have a heat preservation effect, even if it traveled across the ocean and came from the mysterious East.

The reason why the water poured out of this teapot is warm is entirely due to the fireplace.

In winter, in addition to its original heating function, fireplaces are often used by people to dry clothes and bake food.

This ceramic teapot is placed on the iron shelf next to the fireplace to ensure that the owner here has warm water to drink.

In fact, in ancient China, there is a record about thermos bottles in "Yi Jian Zhi" of the Song Dynasty. "Zhang or guests went out to the suburbs, put the bottles in the basket, poured water into the cup, and it was like a newly boiled one." At that time, it was called a warm water cauldron. .

It would take another hundred years for a hot water kettle to appear in the UK. It was not until 1892 that physicists developed the original version, nearly a thousand years later than China.

After drinking the water, Owen had no intention of reading anymore. He just lowered his eyes and silently looked at the oriental goddess lying on the sofa.

As a result, just when he hesitated to bring another pillow to the goddess, her body slowly became transparent until she disappeared completely.

The wool blanket that originally covered her body fell gently on the sofa.

Owen slowly stretched out his hand in disbelief and touched the sofa where Xia Qingdai was originally lying. He made sure that there was really no one on it, and it was not that he couldn't see it. Only then did he know that the Eastern Goddess had really returned to heaven.

He walked to the window, opened it, and regardless of the cold wind outside, stuck his head out and looked up at the dark sky, trying to see if there was a goddess in the sky.

As a result, he could vaguely see a bent arm.

That posture is like using the starry sky as a shelter and taking a nap with arms propped up.

He couldn't help but smile slowly, there was actually a god beside him.

Xia Qingdai was almost late for today's class. She rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang.

When she woke up in the morning, it was already past seven-thirty. Xia Qingdai grabbed her schoolbag and left.

So far, she has only accidentally figured out how to enter the castle, but she still doesn't know how to exit on her own. Both times, she automatically logged out after falling asleep.

The atmosphere in the senior year of high school is particularly solemn. Except for those few people in the class who were confirmed to be admitted at the beginning of the semester, the rest are working hard for the upcoming spring exams.

After experiencing such a miraculous thing, Xia Qingdai was still able to hold back from revealing anything during her spare time, not sharing it with others, and not showing off superficially. It can be said that she is definitely the king when it comes to keeping secrets.

However, Xia Qingdai's deskmate couldn't hide the matter at all, and sadly told Xia Qingdai that her mother had signed her up for an advanced class during the winter vacation, and she would not be able to be happy throughout the winter vacation.

Xia Qingdai said while turning her pen: "If you have something to learn, just study hard. The opportunity is rare."

She just wants to make progress, but she doesn't have the money or resources to take hundreds of classes with famous teachers!

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Xia Qingdai's mind. She seemed to have a foreign teacher who she could use without spending any money!
  Moreover, the other party actually likes to read Newton's mathematical works. Isn't he also very good at mathematics?
  Mathematics and English happen to be Xia Qingdai’s weaknesses!
  (End of this chapter)