I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai did her homework for half a day in the modern world, and took another half day of math and physics classes in the castle. Today's study tasks were almost completed, and then she went back to her room and took a nap.

When I woke up before four o'clock, there was a lot of excitement under the castle. Opening the curtains, you can see that the sun has not set yet. The village was filled with smoke, and it was dinner time for ordinary people.

Xia Qingdai walked downstairs, and the servant reported that the guests at home were having afternoon tea in the living room, while Mr. Owen was handling affairs in the study.

The study was very noisy upon hearing it, so Xia Qingdai did not go in to watch the excitement. Then he entered the living room and enjoyed afternoon tea with Gauss and others.

Facing such a large Fucui Villa, plus the land purchased by Xia Qingdai and now named Wanghe Villa, Owen has countless chores to do every day.

He is not as relaxed as the guests, nor as cool as the hands-off shopkeeper Xia Qingdai.

In addition to his duties at the Grange, Owen was also the local Sheriff. I have to act as a judge for trivial matters for poor farmers, tenants, and servants every day, which is really very busy.

In addition, Xia Qingdai's three newly built villas also added a lot of workload to Irving.

For example, the most important doors and windows need to be made by carpenters, and the flues inside also need to be designed and rebuilt.

There are also horses that have broken their legs and have to be treated by a barber who is also a veterinarian. Irving would not be willing to kill people directly to eat meat. There are only two horses at home, so they have many daily uses!

Even though Irving inherited such a large Fortress Villa, the landlord's family had no surplus food. If he wants to get the income from the manor's output, he has to wait until autumn!

Today's daily expenses are entirely covered by the potatoes, flour, lettuce and other food given by Xia Qingdai.

Of course, Irving is not just a soft-cooker of the goddess.

Compared with other young gentlemen who race horses, fight cocks, play cards, hunt, and hold dance parties every day, he does too much work every day.

In addition to giving Xia Qingdai intensive private lessons in English, mathematics, physics, etc., she also has to teach her how to play the piano, dance, and the etiquette of upper class society.

In addition, she has to rush for Xia Qingdai's ideas at any time.

Xia Qingdai just gave her opinions every time. Whether it was asking a London court tailor to customize various clothes, or selling mirrors and other items in exchange for money, Owen was the one who took care of it.

Xia Qingdai mentioned what she wanted to do, and then all the subsequent work of hiring people, assigning jobs, and going through the formalities was left to Owen. The latter is simply like the CEO she hired, a high-level wage earner, to help her manage the industry in the 18th century.

Owen is different from others. He can't live without Xia Qingdai's Wuzhishan, so he is Xia Qingdai's perfect eighteenth-century partner.

After Xia Qingdai and the others finished drinking a pot of black tea, Owen invited everyone in the study to leave. After the matter was dealt with and the place was arranged, they could finally rest.

But at this time, he was not in the mood to drink afternoon tea alone, so he simply sat in front of the fireplace to warm himself up, read a math book, and relax.

Xia Qingdai is different from people like Gauss, Martin, and Owen who treat mathematical works as novels. We are not of the same dimension.

Mrs. Brutner, the only female guest in the castle, is too traditional and feudal, and is incompatible with Xia Qingdai's thinking.

Therefore, the two people cannot become close good friends, they are just ordinary acquaintances.

As for the servants, in this hierarchical world, they naturally stay in their own activity area and cannot come to the master to make friends with him.

In other words, when Owen is reading, Xia Qingdai will seem bored in the castle. So I had to pick up a novel and read it, just to practice my English.

At this time, she suddenly remembered the eloquent curate Prince yesterday. This guy had a talent for comedy, and he was actually quite interesting.

Some people just stand there and say nothing, and they all have a funny gene. The associate pastor is just such a person.

After dinner, Xia Qingdai looked at the clock and saw it was half past six. She quickly said goodbye to everyone and hurried upstairs to her room. She wore a men's cashmere sweater, a wool coat and a pair of men's British-style sheepskin boots. Then my mind changed and I took them back to modern times.

It was early morning in modern times, and in the park a hundred meters away, old men and women who got up early were singing Huangmei Opera, and there was a special smell of fireworks.

Xia Qingdai took off all her clothes and boots, folded them neatly, then opened the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When she came out after washing, Xia Shanglu, who had only returned in the middle of the night yesterday, also got up with his eyes squinted.

This year's New Year's Eve is not a legal holiday, and experts encourage all units and enterprises to arrange their own holidays.

As for grassroots police officers like Xia Shanglu, he is still on duty during statutory holidays, not to mention non-statutory holidays!

There is no way, who calls him a local grassroots policeman in a provincial capital city!

If he were a grassroots policeman in a small 18th-tier county, he would probably have nothing to offer. Maybe the things he encounters in a year are not as many as what he encounters in a month now.

After finishing his errands yesterday, he was about to go home from get off work, but he was called by the police in his jurisdiction to go to a certain community to break up a fight.

It was a drunken couple who staged a violent showdown in the courtyard of the community, making the righteous people unable to sleep. They called 110 to report domestic violence downstairs.

The miserable Xia Shanglu had no choice but to wrap up in his cotton-padded jacket and ride a small electric donkey to the community to mediate in the cold winter months.

Xia Qingdai opened the bathroom door, and the moisture all over her body made Xia Shanglu confused.

"Taking a shower so early in the morning?" Xia Shanglu said he didn't understand.

Xia Qingdai looked at the dark circles under her brother's beautiful eyes, frowned and said, "Brother, you have stayed up for several nights in a row, and the dark circles under your eyes are very heavy. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Xia Shanglu sighed: "Then I have time. Let's go and let my brother go in and use the toilet."

Xia Qingdai gave up her position, walked out of the bathroom, and muttered: "You are so busy, how can you have time to fall in love and find a wife? No matter how handsome you are, it doesn't matter."

Xia Shanglu was speechless: "So your brother, I don't want to find a wife now."

"Next year I'll be 28!"

"29."

Xia Qingdai shrugged: "When I say one year old, I don't mean it in vain."

"Haha." Xia Shanglu closed the bathroom door and stopped talking to his sister. It was important to solve his physical problems.

With Xia Shanglu's current situation, the money earned can only be spent by the brother and sister, which can be very comfortable. But talking about a girlfriend and getting married is enough.

There is no house, no car.

Even so, there were actually many of his father's former colleagues in the bureau who were eager to introduce him. The neighbors downstairs were also very concerned about his life-long events, especially the rich ladies from Yuji who liked to recruit sons-in-law.

But he has no interest in becoming a son-in-law.