I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 17 Cheese as a bundle

Although Xia Qingdai's clothes did get bigger and smaller every time she entered and left the castle, she never thought that the clothes that originally existed in the castle would also undergo such magical changes once they were worn on her body.

Doesn’t that mean she can wear ancient clothes into modern times?

An idea to make a fortune popped up in Xia Qingdai's mind almost immediately - reselling the skirts of ancient European aristocratic women!
  There are two or three classmates in their class who are all lolita girls. They always like to wear Lolita skirts in their leisure time. I heard from them that one set costs several thousand!

Xia Qingdai sat cross-legged on the bed and immediately used her mobile phone to check the ancient European clothing styles of the late 18th century.

As a result, she was surprised to find that the princess style was different from what she had imagined.

Nowadays, the Rococo style is almost phased out and the neoclassical style is becoming popular.

Xia Qingdai looked through the information and found that neither of these two styles of clothing were Lolita.

The rococo style is a bit similar, but the flat bustle looks a bit ridiculous and not as cute as Lolita.

She thought that the current European costumes should be the same as those in the movie "Sissi", but who knew that was not the case at all. Sissi's style would be decades later.

This is an era where clothing is neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, and the summary is that it does not suit her aesthetics. It is somewhat similar to the Tang Dynasty skirt. The waistline is raised to the bottom of the chest, and then the whole skirt is underneath. The material is infinitely soft and smooth.

Okay, the Lolita buying and selling plan is on hold for the time being until the winter vacation. Now I still have to focus on the spring exams.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingdai stretched her head to look at her castle glass jar.

The results were shocking at first glance. It snowed heavily here again when she went to school. The small house that was on the edge of the glass tank was actually collapsed by the snow!
  The scene of the house collapse was a mess. Some people were helping to move wood, some were digging out snow, and some were crying helplessly.

Xia Qingdai listened carefully. There was an old man, a couple and their children living in this house.

The heavy snowfall last night collapsed the house, and the old man was directly crushed to death by a falling beam. His body has been dug out.

What everyone is digging now is the location of the bed, probably hoping to rescue the family of three.

But it may not be easy to dig people out of the rubble on a snowy day.

Xia Qingdai took action decisively and helped everyone bring the wood, soil, and thick thatch one by one.

Everyone could only see things flying automatically, and they soon understood that this was the action of the patron saint of the owner of Fucui Villa who gave the food!

Then they all fell to their knees and called out to the gods.

The ruins of collapsed houses, which are troublesome to villains, are not a problem at all to Xia Qingdai.

She quickly moved all the things that were lying on the couple's bed.

The two of them knelt on the bed in a not-so-graceful posture, stacked on top of each other like Arhats. At this time, they were no longer alive.

And underneath them was a little boy whose face was covered with dust and tears.

The little boy who experienced the collapse of his house was trembling with fear and kept whimpering.

Xia Qingdai felt sympathy for this poor child. He didn't know that his parents had left forever to protect him.

"Owen, Owen, are you there?" Xia Qingdai began to call Owen. Only Owen can hear her voice and see her here.

At this time, Owen was just about to have breakfast when he heard the noise and walked out immediately.

Xia Qingdai pointed in the direction of the collapsed thatched house and said: "There is a house here that collapsed. All the adults are dead, and there is only one child left. Please place him."

If you provide him with food yourself, you will have no problem raising a hundred more little people.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Just as Irving and his valet walked through the snow to the collapsed house next to them, Xia Qingdai saw the couple above who she thought were both dead. One moved.

It turned out that the wife was just unconscious and not dead, because all the weight was blocked by the man supporting her.

This is great, the little boy finally has a mother.

When Owen came over, the farmers surrounding him all made way for him and greeted him in all directions.

This was a big landowner who rented land to them, and he was also the holy son with his own patron saint. He gave them God-given food as soon as he came so that they could survive the winter. Everyone respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Mr. Owen, John's house collapsed, and now only little John and his mother are still alive."

Owen nodded, looked at the young widow crawling out from the rubble with her child in her arms, and said, "Fortress Villa is still short of a maid. Are you willing to come over? I allow you to live in the servant's room with your child."

"Yes, I do!" The woman bowed excitedly. Being a maid in the Villa was a good job that she had never dared to think about before.

Owen left the housekeeper of the Villa to help the woman deal with the funeral affairs of her father-in-law and husband, and then wanted to take the little boy back to the Villa first.

But the child was frightened and refused to leave his mother, so Owen gave up.

Shortly after Owen left, the priest arrived.

Then a group of people helped move the two corpses away, and they quickly disappeared from Xia Qingdai's sight.

They probably went to the church, and the church was not in Xia Qingdai's glass tank, so she couldn't see it.

In addition to this place, a warehouse also collapsed in Fucui Farm, not far from Fucui Villa.

Fortunately, because the previous owner left, Owen has not yet sent anyone to take over the warehouse.

Now he is a servant in the villa every day, coming here to do part-time chores on the farm. So this time it was just a warehouse containing broken farm tools that collapsed. There were no casualties. It was a blessing in misfortune.

As soon as she came back and saw villains dying violently in her "Lilliput", Xia Qingdai was definitely not in a good mood.

After a moment of pause, she took out a box of Bagilford original cheese from the supermarket that she bought on the way to the supermarket after school today.

Opening the box, there are independent small triangular paper packages divided into eight equal parts.

This kind of paper packaging only has a few Chinese and English characters on the front, and there are no logos elsewhere, so there is no need to worry about being noticed.

So Xia Qingdai didn't open the small package and placed it directly in the courtyard of the castle with the small package attached.

At this time, Owen just returned to the yard from the collapsed ruins.

Xia Qingdai looked down at him and said: "This is cheese, your reward. I will come down to you to learn English later."

Owen bowed and said, "It's my honor to be able to help you."

A small triangular piece of cheese that is no longer than a finger for Xia Qingdai, but for the little people in the castle, it is already larger than a human being. It can last for at least one winter.

The servants in the castle were a little sad because they heard that someone was crushed to death by a house. They immediately dissipated and looked around at the cheese falling from the sky.

Owen also became curious about the Chinese characters that looked like paintings on the cheese packaging.

Is this the writing of heaven? It's square and indeed very beautiful.

(End of this chapter)