I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 4 The landlord’s family has no surplus food either
  Xia Qingdai stopped talking, and suddenly stretched out her hand to press on the plastic measuring cup. As a result, none of the little people swirling around the measuring cup reacted, and they all turned a blind eye. Only Owen's eyes followed him.

Xia Qingdai retracted her hand a little embarrassed, okay, sure, only Owen can see her.

"What era are you in now? Who is the king?" After knowing that she could communicate with the villain, Xia Qingdai immediately asked the question she was interested in.

Owen said respectfully: "Go back to Goddess, it is now 1790 AD, King George III is in power, and the prime minister of the cabinet is William Pitt Jr."

Xia Qingdai quickly entered the information into her mobile phone to check, and found out at a glance that they were all figures that actually existed in history.

So her Lilliputian country dates from the end of the 18th century? !
  "Judging from this time, the first industrial revolution has already begun."

Because she spoke so quietly, Owen didn't hear her clearly.

In fact, only when Xia Qingdai put her face to the edge of the glass jar, Owen could see her face in the clouds.

If it were raised a little higher, Owen wouldn't be able to notice it. Like now when she was sitting cross-legged on the bed checking her phone, Owen couldn't see her at all.

After a moment of silence, Xia Qingdai asked him again: "What happened just now? Why did someone want to burn the child to death?"

However, Owen did not respond, and his eyes were a little blurry.

Because Xia Qingdai was far away from the glass tank at this time, Owen could not see her face or hear her voice.

Xia Qingdai said it to Owen again, but found that he still didn't respond.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, lowered her head and put her face close to the mouth of the glass jar. This time Owen's face changed, and his eyes met hers again.

Xia Qingdai asked the question again.

Owen pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "This girl got a fever, and her parents who took care of her died of illness one after another. Her situation is not optimistic. The villagers are afraid of infection, so they want to burn her to death."

It turned out to be this reason, which was pretty much what I guessed.

In ancient times, people always fell in love with burning, especially in the West. The philosopher Bruno, who fought for freedom of thought, was burned alive.

"Is there a plague here?" Xia Qingdai asked again.

Owen replied: "I don't think so. I asked. This is the only family in the village who has the fever."

"You saved that little girl, aren't you afraid that her disease will infect you?"

"It was the goddess who saved her first and gave her the magic medicine. I'm just following nature."

Xia Qingdai felt a little weird, she was regarded as a god.

Ahem, okay, then you can’t let yourself go too much.

After a pause, Xia Qingdai spoke again: "I just spoke to you, couldn't you hear me?"

Owen replied: "I can hear it now."

Xia Qingdai raised her head and asked again: "What now?"

Owen below didn't respond, and his eyes seemed to be disconnected from her again.

She moved closer again: "What now?"

Owen replied: "Okay."

Xia Qingdai understood that it had something to do with whether she was close to the castle.

This is great. When she wants to communicate, she gets close to communicate. When she doesn't want to communicate, she observes from a distance. "Who is that doctor?" Xia Qingdai asked again. She would start bleeding whenever she disagreed, a bit like a wizard.

Owen replied: "He is Dr. Bai, a retired Navy doctor. He has traveled to many places overseas with the Navy and has a lot of treatment experience. After retiring, he returned to the village and is a well-known doctor nearby."

Su Qingqing said "haha", she is famous far and wide! Any Chinese medicine practitioner of the same era would be able to beat them up if they came over.

"Quack doctors mislead people." Xia Qingdai said this and stopped talking.

She checked the medical level in Europe in the eighteenth century. The so-called doctors were basically "craftsmen" who sawed legs, extracted teeth, bled, administered enemas, and induced vomiting.

After more than a thousand years, their medical skills have not improved much, so don't expect more.

Drugs such as antibiotics and anesthetics are all products of the 19th century.

Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years, and it can still make you live in a muddle-headed manner, but "Western craftsmen" can basically make you muddle-headed and die.

In the eighteenth century, whether Westerners could survive when they were sick did not depend on the medical skills and medicines of doctors, but on luck.

Although the medical skills are almost zero, the fees are not cheap at all. After all, nobles don't want to wait to die when they get sick, so they might as well give it a try.

Owen raised his head, unable to see that sacred face for a long time, and then he began to instruct the servant to pour the orange suspension in the plastic measuring cup into the bottle and put it away.

Several servants watched the new master talking to himself to the sky, and they were already muttering in their hearts.

This new owner seems to be no ordinary person.

He is not afraid of witches flying into the sky, and he can also "make something out of nothing" and conjure such a large and weird bucket, which seems to contain the witch's magic potion.

I was afraid of returning, and I didn't dare to move slowly with my hands.

After all, the new owner has a bad temper and just said that he would fire Lim, the maid working in the house.

In a year of great ice and snow, they would freeze to death if they left the villa.

Owen returned to the house, holding a whole red wine bottle filled with medicine. Remembering Xia Qingdai's instructions, he poured only a little bit on the spoon, and then fed it to the little girl himself.

As for Dr. Bai, who was defined by the gods as a "quackery", Owen did not let him treat him anymore. Instead, he sent someone to send him away after paying a shilling for the consultation fee.

This fee is not low at all, almost a week's salary of a maid.

Now even in the city, the annual salary of a maid is only five pounds, and the annual salary of a male servant is nine pounds. One pound is equal to twenty shillings.

Dr. Bai went to see a doctor on a snowy day, but he didn't cure anything, so he only got one shilling. It's no wonder that most people would rather carry it when they are sick.

Xia Qingdai watched Doctor Bai exit the door of the castle and then disappear at the edge of the glass.

Then she moved her gaze back to the living room of the castle and saw Owen sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.

Among the several maids who were busy in the large kitchen, one of them was counting the potatoes in the basket one by one, and everyone had a look of food and worry on their faces.

Xia Qingdai listened for a while and found that they were worried that there were not enough potatoes stored in the cellar to survive the winter and were worried about food.

It’s really interesting that the landlord’s family doesn’t have any surplus food!
  In fact, it is because everything that can be taken away here has been taken away by the previous owner, and only the things that are not allowed to be taken away will be left, so it is not difficult to understand that the granary is empty.

Xia Qingdai suddenly thought of something. She quickly ran to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and took a piece of lettuce from the vegetable grid. Then she ran back to the castle model and put the lettuce on the snow in front of the castle.

A huge piece of lettuce just fell from the sky and appeared on the snow in the courtyard of the castle!

(End of this chapter)