I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 14 Wow! huge butter

After a busy day of studying, Xia Qingdai took the bus and rushed home without delay.

Passing by a grocery store that was still closed, I used the money I saved for today's meal to buy a mini bottle of kerosene.

When I got home, I found that Xia Shanglu had not come back. He was probably in the dormitory, and Xia Qingdai was used to it.

After washing quickly, she took the kerosene, got into the room, and then lay down on the edge of the castle to look at her little man.

It is now 10:05 pm, and the corresponding time in Lilliput is 10:05 during the day.

Xia Qingdai saw Owen sitting at the piano on the first floor, playing the piano blindly, without arranging the music score or looking at the keys. She listened to the music quietly and felt that her heart was about to fly.

After watching Owen, I looked at the other villains, each of whom was busy in his own way.

Some servants in the castle were wiping dust, some were mopping the floor, and a few were making breakfast.

For breakfast today, the servants still served baked potatoes and lettuce, while the master Owen had a piece of steak on his table.

But Xia Qingdai is very strange. Don’t Europeans like to eat pasta? Shouldn't we eat buns and burgers every day?

Why didn't she see anyone in the castle making pasta once?

It’s not like this family’s original grain storage is nothing!
  After looking inside the castle, Xia Qingdai turned her attention to the outside of the castle. She saw the male servant brushing the horse in the stable, the maid feeding the chickens, and the milking cow in the cowshed. It was really interesting.

Everyone inside and outside the castle seems to have something to do and is very busy.

Xia Qingdai went to see the people in the small house next to them. She couldn't see the situation in their homes.

Because they were very strange, the windows in the house were so small that Xia Qingdai had to use a magnifying glass to look at them, maybe she could see them.

I don’t know why I didn’t make the windows bigger, it’s so dark and uncomfortable.

And if there is no sunlight in the house, the air will not be good and there will be more bacteria. Can’t they afford glass?

It really shouldn’t be. It’s the end of the 18th century, the industrial revolution has already begun, and there’s no shortage of glass.

Xia Qingdai looked carefully for a while. Apart from a few disheveled children playing in snowball fights on the edge of these small houses, there seemed to be few adults around. Maybe they had run out of her sight.

What a lively winter morning!
  After reading the villain, Xia Qingdai put the kerosene in the yard in front of the castle.

Another miracle from heaven shocked the busy people.

But seeing this scene again, everyone is much calmer, just get used to everything.

What's more, not everyone saw it, including the servants busy in the backyard and the tenants outside the castle.

Unless you have been paying attention to the courtyard of the castle, the speed at which Xia Qingdai put down the kerosene was considered supersonic in the eyes of a villain, and you would not have noticed.

Owen, who was already sitting in the restaurant, noticed it immediately, and put down the knife and fork that he was about to raise.

"Hey, Mr. Owen, don't you want to have breakfast?" The maid who was busy in the house had not noticed what was going on in the yard.

"I'll eat it later, don't be in a hurry."

"But..." The maid didn't finish her sentence because her master had already left.

Owen walked out of the castle, looked up at the sky, and saw the face full of oriental charm from the clouds.

When Xia Qingdai saw him looking over, she said hello, "Good morning." Owen bowed slightly and said, "Good morning."

Xia Qingdai pointed to the kerosene and said, "This glass bottle is filled with kerosene. It is for you to light your lamp. You can tell someone to put it away."

For Xia Qingdai, it was a mini glass bottle with a ground mouth, but for the people in the castle, it was taller than them.

Even though Owen, who had always been calm, felt a little excited in his heart, he bowed deeply again: "Thank God for this gift."

Then he directed the servants who were watching the show secretly to get the trailer and put away the huge glass bottles containing kerosene.

While the servants were busy, Xia Qingdai asked Owen again: "Owen, did you eat lettuce again in the morning? Don't you eat some staple food?"

Owen said calmly: "The granaries in the manor are all empty, and there is no staple food for the time being. The roads have been blocked by heavy snow these days, and there is no way to go out to purchase supplies."

Of course, all the food in the villa had been taken away by Owen's aunt.

In a family without a son, after the death of the mainstay, it is difficult for the widow and daughters to ensure the quality of life, and they basically have to rely on others.

If the male master earned enough from his chattels during his lifetime, he could also leave a generous inheritance to his wife and daughter, but this was rare.

For this reason, Owen did not talk to his aunt about the empty grain depot.

"Ah! Is there no food? Shouldn't you manor owners be self-sufficient farmers?" Xia Qingdai said this in Chinese English. Owen didn't understand it very well, and there was a puzzled look on his face. .

"You wait." After Xia Qingdai said that, she climbed out of bed, ran to the kitchen, opened the plastic bucket containing flour, and filled a glass of flour.

Then he rummaged through the refrigerator again and found out a box of individually packaged butter that Xia Shanglu had brought home last time. He tore off the wrapping paper and took it back to the room together, placing it again in the open space of the castle.

Xia Qingdai said grandly: "Here is a cup of flour and a box of butter for you."

"Thank God for the gift." Owen bowed deeply again.

Such a big glass is taller than a person and as thick as ten people can hug it. It is filled with fine flour.

And that butter cube was outrageous, for little people, it was nearly two meters long and one meter wide.

The flour can be directly covered with a lid and stored, but the butter must be divided and stored in a way. This task is left to the maids.

Flour and butter fell from the sky, and everyone was so excited!
  Owen said it nicely before, and the road is open to purchase food.

In fact, due to frequent disasters this year and a significant reduction in grain production, it is now difficult for even those with money to buy grain in the market, and grain prices in many places have risen to ridiculous levels.

Coupled with technological innovation and steam engine improvements that began in the mid-eighteenth century, Britain became the largest capitalist country in the world and desperately expanded its overseas colonies. On the other hand, domestic class contradictions deepened and a huge gap between rich and poor emerged.

While the rich are showing off their wealth, the poor are already chewing on tree bark and grass roots.

In some more tragic places, "human cannibalism" recorded in history books occurred.

The government did not want to waste its limited food supply, so prisoners who could not feed themselves were transported in large numbers to colonies, such as Australia.

With the property Owen inherited, it will be difficult for him to endure this winter when the grain depot is empty.

The land and real estate inherited by Irving only had the right to use it, not the right to buy or sell it, and would have to be passed down from generation to generation in the future.

All his previous properties have already paid inheritance tax, and he is currently in a state of poverty.

(End of this chapter)