I was a god in the 18th century

By the time Xia Qingdai came down from the second floor with a calm expression, Owen had already been notified by the servant and sent someone to move the huge barrel of ice cream to the icehouse.

With such a big bucket of ice cream, even if everyone from all over the Fortress came to eat it, they might not be able to finish it in one day.

Ice cream and fruit are sky-high this summer, and the castle has never made homemade fruit popsicles.

In previous years, there were cold drink shops in the town, but this year due to the drought, the lower class people and the ordinary middle class couldn't afford it, so the cold drink shops were closed.

That is, Fucui Villa is where Xia Qingdai is, so she can have everything she wants. After all, it is backed by a large warehouse of the 21st century.

Owen took the two Miss Austins to sit in the reception hall on the first floor. In addition to the three of them, Connie and Caroline, a pair of best friends, were also sitting here to spend time.

Only the elderly Mrs. Owen was still taking a nap in her room.

In the entire castle, the most suitable room for entertaining guests is undoubtedly the living room.

Just because the walls of the castle itself are very thick, the thermal insulation and sound insulation effect is very good. In addition, the living room is very high and the doors and windows are closed tightly, which has the effect of keeping the room warm in winter and cool in summer.

If you put a few buckets of ice in the corner, it would be equivalent to an air-conditioned room.

After Xia Qingdai walked in, she asked Owen where the ice cream was.

She and Owen have a tacit understanding in this regard. Every time she puts something down from the sky, Owen will handle it quickly.

It was the same at this time. Owen stood up and replied: "In the icehouse, I asked the servant to fetch a few bowls."

"No, I'll go by myself." Xia Qingdai turned around and invited Jane to go with her, and the other party happily accepted.

This icehouse was equipped when the castle was built, and ice is taken out and stored every winter for use in the following summer.

Almost all upper-class families would hide ice.

When the weather is hot, take out some ice every day, drill holes in it and place it inside the house to lower the room temperature. There is no air conditioning, which does not prevent the nobles from enjoying the rare coolness in summer.

However, the drought in the town of Ifula is really severe this year. The squire's house where the ice is stored has long taken out the ice to turn it into water and used it, which has been consumed to a great extent. Including Fucui Villa, they also took a lot of ice and put it in the ditches to irrigate the fields and pastures.

So the ice in the icehouse now is basically what Xia Qingdai took two days ago, and each one is in the shape of a cube with a height of half a person.

It was too easy for her to fill the castle's ice bank. She filled the ice cubes with purified water and just put it in the freezer overnight to freeze it into blocks.

Now, in the whole of Hampshire, there is only one place with an ice house, probably only Floating Green Gables.

Xia Qingdai rang the bell and called her personal maid Mary, told her to bring some dishes, and then led Jane into the icehouse.

The little girl Connie also pulled Caroline, wanting to come over and watch the fun.

It's refreshing and cool when you enter the icehouse in the basement in the summer. You feel comfortable when you first enter, but you'll feel cold after you stay longer.

The bucket of ice cream as tall as a person is placed at the door, and you can see it when you open the door.

Xia Qingdai moved a small stool to step on her feet, while the others stood on tiptoe with their heads open, lying on the rim of the ice cream cup, looking at the chocolate ice cream filled with chocolate ice cream, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Give me the big soup basin and spoon." Xia Qingdai said to Mary.

"Yes." Mary quickly and obediently handed over the soup basin with the big spoon on it.

Xia Qingdai scooped the relatively large pieces of chocolate she had crushed into pieces into the soup basin, which was enough to fill the soup basin. She handed it to Mary again and said to her: "Here is the chocolate. We can make hot chocolate later."

"Yes."

The chocolate was too thick for the little person to bite, so she crushed it into pieces.

After getting rid of the top layer of chocolate, Xia Qingdai began to scoop out the ice cream, filling the bowl one ball at a time. Mary couldn't carry it by herself, so the girls nearby came to help.

Xia Qingdai scooped up six bowls in total, then put the paper lid back on, jumped off the stool, took the two bowls of ice cream balls that Mary had just asked her to hold temporarily, held one bowl in each hand, and said: "Go tell the housekeeper, Give everyone a bowl of ice cream, and don’t forget the farm’s own people too.”

Mary's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she raised her voice at the end of "Okay", showing her excitement.

After walking out of the basement ice room, the maid Mary separated from the guest of honor.

Connie looked at the bowl with three ice cream balls in her hand and asked happily: "Xia, did the cook Lily make this?"

Xia Qingdai replied: "No, it was given by heaven."

"Oh! Thank you God!" Connie and Caroline said in unison, raising their heads and making the sign of the cross at the ceiling.

Xia Qingdai secretly complained: Thank God for making the sign of the cross. I don’t use the cross.

Back in the living room, Xia Qingdai and Jane distributed the ice cream in their hands to Owen and their sister. Then a few people sat on the sofa and prayed as usual before starting to enjoy.

This kind of programmed prayer was all about chanting the Bible, and Xia Qingdai could not receive the power of faith. But she doesn't care, that's all.

The cleanliness and deliciousness of ice cream produced by modern craftsmanship are far superior to the ice cream handmade by indigenous people in the 18th century.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Xia Qingdai turned her head and asked Jane sitting next to her in a low voice.

Jane smiled and nodded: "Well, it tastes great."

After taking a few bites of ice cream, Connie looked up at Owen and suggested weakly: "Cousin, I see there is a big bucket of ice cream in the ice room. Can we have a dance?"

Owen glanced at Xia Qingdai, who was whispering to Jane, and said, "It's okay, the house hasn't been lively for a long time. Let's just hold a picnic, and I'll notify the neighbors later."

"Okay!" the little girl Connie shouted happily.

She couldn't care less about Shu now. Her brother James, who came to Fortress with her, had already left here to go to school, but she didn't want to leave at all.

Just because living in Fortress is so comfortable, far beyond her home in London.

This time Owen and Xia Qingdai went to London to escape the summer, so they naturally brought Connie home. She proposed to invite Caroline, and neither Irving nor Xia Qingdai had any objections. Xia Qingdai even said that she would also bring old Mrs. Irving with her.

After all, she will learn acupuncture from her teacher next Monday, and old Mrs. Irving is her designated acupuncture practitioner.

Bring it, you must bring it!
After enjoying the ice cream, Owen rang the bell to summon the servant to clear away the bowls and spoons, and then walked out of the living room to arrange the picnic party.

There were five girls left, divided into three piles. A group of people played the piano and sang, a group of people sat together and read together, and one person held his head and relaxed while enjoying the soothing music and low chanting.

On a summer afternoon, the setting sun, grass and trees, accompanied by the sound of piano music and the clear and sweet laughter of a girl, are particularly beautiful.