I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 283 If you want to be rich, build roads first

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room to kill time. Owen read Newton's works, which he liked, and Co. Prince read his Bible. Xia Qingdai followed Miss Bai to read Rousseau's original French works.

Many of the books written by this guy were too rebellious and were banned. He can be considered one of the pioneers of European literary inquisition. Not only the king of France banned him, but also any country with a monarch disliked him.

Therefore, a book that can be kept in a bookcase and read at any time will naturally not be a rebellious book.

Miss Bai has been a close friend of Rousseau, whom she has never met, for a long time. Reading his books can give her a spiritual excitement. Therefore, when she read to Xia Qingdai, although she suppressed her voice, she was absolutely emotional.

Xia Qingdai believed that if she had more skills than she would be overwhelmed, she would learn more if she could. It didn't matter.

Everyone in the upper class in Britain knew French, so she had to follow the crowd.

After staying in the living room until half past nine, Co. Prince said goodbye and left. Xia Qingdai also decided to go back to the room. The small party in the living room was finally over.

Today is Saturday. Xia Qingdai, who returned to modern times, opened the door and saw her brother coming back with a wet head.

Xia Qingdai asked curiously: "Brother, where have you been so early in the morning?"

Xia Shanglu didn't bother to dry his hair, so he put the breakfast bag on the small wooden board embedded in the wall that served as a desk: "Exercise. Are you up? Have breakfast."

Xia Qingdai took two steps forward and took a look at the bag. There were pancakes, fried dough sticks and salty soy milk inside, and her appetite suddenly increased.

While eating fried dough sticks between pancakes, she asked Xia Shanglu: "Brother, how do you like your house?"

"Don't worry, you can also look for it." Xia Shanglu opened his notebook and prepared to work part-time. "Now that housing prices are falling, you can take your time to choose."

"Oh." Xia Qingdai nodded, thinking that was fine.

She sent someone to send a reply to Mozart when she returned home last week. The messengers were the groom Andrew and his brother-in-law, who were driving a new Lotus Tower carriage modified by Xia Qingdai.

The Lotus Tower and the six horses were all left to Mozart as a return gift. Along with the car, there was also a car of processed apple and bean cakes to feed the horses.

If Mozart couldn't afford the six horses and the Lotus House, it would be worth a lot of money if he resold it.

Anyway, Xia Qingdai's feelings were sent to her, and she was absolutely popular. If the groom can bring back a new song by Mozart when he comes back, then their family's mortgage will be settled.

Just thinking about it makes me happy!

The carriages and horses of the eighteenth century were so slow that even Xia Qingdai was impatient!
The brother and sister have already agreed to buy a big house.

Xia Qingdai's two million from selling songs, plus the five hundred thousand that Xia Shanglu had saved over the years, with just a down payment, she could buy a decent house.

But the decoration cannot be better than the one we live in now. After all, this house is the product of a TV station. It was originally designed by foreign designers for free, and the materials are sold directly by the manufacturer. There is no middleman to make a difference in the price.

But in any case, multi-functional furniture is just to save space. After all, it makes a big house more comfortable to stretch out.

When the space is big enough, who cares about tatami mats? Who bothers to think about storage?
Especially her brother Xia Shanglu, who wears police uniforms all year round, and his private clothes are just a pair of jeans, which he can just put in a drawer. If she were a girl like Xia Qingdai, there would be no place to hang her clothes.

In fact, if the house they live in is sold second-hand and replaced with a bigger house, with the existing money, they don't have to worry about the loan.

But this house accompanied the brother and sister as they grew up, and holds many memories for them. As long as the monthly payment is affordable, the two don't really want to sell their memories.

And Xia Qingdai still has a connection with the eighteenth century. Mozart's songs couldn't be sold at high prices in the eighteenth century, but she can sell them in the twenty-first century! In this way, it would be a win-win situation for both her and Mozart. She would gain both fame and fortune, and Mozart would no longer have to live in poverty and die miserably early.

perfect!

The more Xia Qingdai thought about it, the happier she became. After finishing breakfast and saying hello to her brother, she went back to her room humming a song.

During the days when she was not at home, she bought a lot of things online. Taking advantage of the darkness, she was going to start building her little country.

The first is the cement road. At least the tree-lined village roads in her glass jar site must be converted into cement roads to facilitate her Ferrari sports car.

After she finished building everything here, she asked Owen to come out to cooperate and refresh the map. The roads between Fucui Villa and Wanghe Villa will also be opened and repaired.

There is an old Chinese saying that if you want to be rich, build roads first.

Road is the first priority, she is not just thinking about her Ferrari sports car.

She only bought a small package of cement online, which was enough for her to toss in the glass jar before taking it to Lilliput for them to develop.

She couldn't do all the work by herself. She was feeding villains, not lazy people.

While Xia Qingdai was busy with the discarded washbasin, cement, and instructions, Xia Shanglu finally couldn't help but be curious, put down his laptop and walked over to take a look.

"What are you fussing about?" Xia Shanglu looked at Xia Qingdai, wearing an apron with real estate information printed on it and plastic gloves, mixing cement in an abandoned washbasin.

He couldn't help but laugh and said: "How old are you and are you still playing in the mud?"

Xia Qingdai replied without raising her head: "I am building a cement road for my little country!"

Xia Shanglu glanced at the rolled up mat on the bed, which was covered with a disposable tablecloth. Next to the bed was the old castle glass jar that occupied the entire bay window, and said with a smile: "Okay~ Just be happy. "

After saying that, he was about to leave, but Xia Qingdai called him to stop him from doing hard work: "Hey, brother, brother, don't leave, come here and help me with the cement, why can't I do this well!"

Xia Shanglu ignored her and turned to leave, but Xia Qingdai grabbed her arm with dirty hands.

"Are you dirty? Let me go, let me go!" His sister was very strong, but he couldn't pull out his arm, so he had to curse and stay behind. He was forced to play house with his sister and cement.

With the help of Xia Shanglu, the cement road was built very quickly.

Owen, who would never go to bed so early, soon noticed two pairs of arms descending from the sky.

He was very familiar with the pair of snow-white arms, they were undoubtedly Xia Qingdai's. But the other pair of obviously rough and dark arms, I don’t know who they belong to, but they must belong to a man!
It can be seen that the snow-white hand has been pointing at the man's hand, smearing something on the village road.

Owen frowned, turned around and left the room, went upstairs into the triangular attic, opened the skylight, and tried his best to look at the scene among the dark blue clouds.

But he could only see the vague face of the goddess, but not the other man.

Even so, he could see that their arms were very close to each other, maybe shoulder to shoulder...

His heart suddenly surged. Why did a pair of giant man's hands suddenly appear? What is his relationship with the goddess? Could he come to Britain too?

Countless questions weighed on his mind, making him suddenly feel heavy.