I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 267 Leisurely Weekend

In the quiet study room of the old castle, Xia Qingdai was holding a quill and writing a reply to Mozart fluently.

The lighting used is an LED mini crystal candle light, only 5cm in size. In modern times, it is used as an ambient light at various parties.

But if you put it in the ancient castle of Lilliput, it would be a huge crystal lamp that is half a person tall. When lit, it can illuminate the entire study room.

After Xia Qingdai finished writing the letter, she checked it again to see if there were any grammatical errors.

In this era, the upper class relied on letters to make friends. It would be a shame if there were grammatical errors.

After reading the letter I wrote silently, I felt pretty good. The words and sentences are very beautiful and elegant, and she imitated many of the sentence patterns from the letters Austen wrote to her.

"Let Owen read it over for me tomorrow, but there are no grammatical errors that I didn't check myself." Xia Qingdai put down the pen and paper and muttered to herself.

Of course she couldn't be so particular when replying to other friends' letters, and she showed the same cautious attitude when writing English compositions for the college entrance examination.

But this letter was written to Mozart, so there must be no mistakes. Because maybe one day it will be collected into a museum along with Mozart’s other belongings for future generations to appreciate.

In short, when interacting with these celebrities, it's okay to leave no traces, but anything that needs to be left on paper must be taken seriously.

Putting down the letter, Xia Qingdai turned off the light, left the study, and entered her bedroom.

It was the darkest time before dawn.

Xia Qingdai opened the curtains in the room and could only vaguely see the shadow of the wheat waves blown by the wind.

The faint night breeze fluttered the curtains, as if smiling and whispering in her ears. It made her feel relaxed unconsciously, and all the worries in the world disappeared with the wind.

What she likes most about this room is the view from the window.

The first thing outside the window is a big tree, then a large garden courtyard carefully planted by gardeners, and then beyond the iron gate, there is endless fields.

No matter which way you look, it's beautiful.

The English countryside in the eighteenth century was not only sparsely populated, but also picturesque.

Not counting tenants, poor peasants and other lower-class people who were dependent on the manor owners, neighbors who could truly be called equals were separated by at least half a mile.

For example, the closest neighbor to Fortress is Mr. Brown's Taole Manor, which is nearly a mile away. Unless the other party is holding a telescope, you really can't see what the people in Fucui Villa are doing.

The two small mansions she had placed in the glass jar for tenants and farm workers were all far away from the bedroom windows of the castle. Not being in the same direction and not worrying about being spied on, this allowed Xia Qingdai to relax unscrupulously.

Unlike in modern times, when she looked out from her window, there were only densely packed buildings. Behind every lighted window, there might be someone standing who could see the situation in her home.

So on modern nights, she is used to closing the curtains as soon as she enters the room. I would rather lose the night view than risk being spied on.

After standing at the window and listening to the sound of the night wind, Xia Qingdai put down the curtains, climbed into bed, blew out the candles on the bedside table, and lay quietly.

If we had to say that the castle had any shortcomings, it would probably be that the time difference between day and night kept Xia Qingdai's biological clock in a state of disorder.

Fortunately, after being evolved by the power of faith, her need for sleep is very small, and she is not afraid of the jet lag at all.

The next day, Xia Qingdai was awakened by the chirping of birds on the sycamore tree outside the window. This sycamore tree is about the same age as the old castle. It has experienced vicissitudes of life and looks very story-telling.

Xia Qingdai went into the bathroom to wash herself with purified water, then opened the door and walked out of the room. The pleasant sound of piano came from the corridor. Ever since Xia Qingdai showed her starry eyes to Beethoven, Haydn, Mozart and others who were playing the piano, Owen spent more time practicing piano in the morning.

Xia Qingdai followed the sound of the piano to the music room and naturally sat on the large empty piano bench next to Owen.

Owen did not continue to play as usual, but stopped, tilted his head and asked: "How about a four-handed song?"

"What to play? I can't."

"You can do it, follow me." Owen played "To Xia Qingdai" with Xia Qingdai. It is said that it is played with four hands, but in fact Xia Qingdai only occasionally clicks a few notes.

She couldn't memorize the music score at all, so how could she play it.

With her piano proficiency and the music sheet placed in front of her, she would have to practice for several days before she could play the music down.

If it is a very difficult piece of music, the time to practice and become familiar with it will be longer. If you want to play smoothly with your eyes closed, you may have to practice day and night for several months.

But "To Summer Indigo" she had to master, and she made money from it no matter what. You can't lay a minefield, and then you will be defeated because you don't know how to play it.

After playing it once, Xia Qingdai said, "Have you memorized the score of this piece?"

"Yeah." Owen responded lightly.

He would never tell her that after she went upstairs to leave last night, he immediately followed her upstairs and sat in front of the piano in the music room and practiced silently many times.

As long as she likes it, he will do the best.

"Wow, you are really amazing. I'll bring you the music score and I'll practice it too."

"No need to take it, I've remembered it and I'll remind you."

"Oh, well, let's try it."

The two of them practiced "To Summer Indigo" for more than an hour in the undisturbed music room. This time, Xia Qingdai finally memorized the music score.

After the two of them ate the fruit served by the servant, Owen went to the study to fulfill his duties as the owner of the manor and the peace officer, while Xia Qingdai took French lessons with the tutor.

In the upper class circles of Europe, it is a shame for young ladies not to know French.

Xia Qingdai has nothing to do, just study hard with her tutor!

On this day, except for going back to modern times to have a meal with her brother, she spent the rest of the time in the castle.

She doesn't like needlework very much, but she is quite interested in painting classes, fencing classes, and astronomy and geography classes.

Miss Bai is a tutor with extremely solid basic knowledge. She must have received a very strict education when she was young.

Her background must not be too low. Maybe it was the death of her father that led to the decline of her family.

Most of the female surnames in this era depended on men for survival. Once the man dies prematurely, it will inevitably affect the woman's quality of life. It’s not surprising that he fell out of his original social circle.

No matter whether her husband or her father was originally a gentleman or a priest, except for the eldest son who can inherit the family business and position, he cannot protect the other children, including his wife - unless he can leave a large permanent sum. His wife, daughter and younger sons also benefited from his property.