I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 318 Spend a little money on idols

After Xia Qingdai finished knocking the stables, she took them back to the room and lay down on the glass jar to take a look. A new map of the church area below was displayed!

"What a connection!" Xia Qingdai said to herself happily.

She originally planned to knock on Owen's window and take him flying around to scan the map. Unexpectedly, he predicted her thoughts and set off in advance.

The pastor's small building is not far from the church. At this time, there is only a candlelight in the west window on the second floor.

Xia Qingdai knew that this was Jane Austen's room, and she must have been reading by candlelight.

But the light was so dim that she must not have lit a few more candles.

The impoverished Reverend Austin still lives a simple life, even with occasional financial support from the owner of Fortress.

Pastor Austin was not as thick-skinned as the curate Coe Prince, and he rarely went to the squire's house in the neighborhood to enjoy the autumn breeze. There are many children in the family, so it is natural to exert the virtue of diligence and frugality everywhere.

Because the family was poor, their eldest brothers were adopted by wealthy relatives. The prototype of the heroine of Mansfield Park written by Jane Austen is probably her eldest brother.

While Xia Qingdai was thinking about these things, she pondered for a while beside the vicarage. Finally, a piece of lawn was cleared, the stable she made was laid down, and four nails were used as a steel foundation to fix it.

As long as there are no hurricanes, the stable should be fine.

When Pastor Austin and his family wake up tomorrow and find such a stable made of pure wood dropped from the sky, they will understand that this is the kindness of the goddess!
I believe that with God's guidance, Jane will no longer have any burden in her heart about taking in the pony from Fukuoka Villa.

God has actively given stables overnight. Isn’t that enough to show his attitude?
After setting up the stable, Xia Qingdai pondered for a moment, then took out a bottle of kerosene bought last year from the storage cabinet under the bed, then took a small measuring cup matching the cough syrup and poured a cup into it.

Although this is only a small amount for Xia Qingdai, for Lilliputians, it is equivalent to a bucket of oil, which is enough to be used open for many, many years.

In this way, Jane will no longer have to save lights when reading in the future, and she can light as many as she wants!
Xia Qingdai could actually give her a modern mini lamp, but she considered that no matter how mini the lamp was, it would become huge in Lilliput, which was not very convenient for a small pastor's family.

Those small string lights consume electricity very quickly. After lighting, they are numerous and not exquisite in workmanship, so they are not safe for small people, so it is more suitable to use kerosene.

After doing all this, she stretched out her finger and tapped Jane's dimly lit window. Jane, who heard the noise, got up and walked to the window, but saw nothing.

The night in the countryside is still as quiet as ever.

Even if there was a dance going on all night long, no one could hear it because the houses were far away.

The English countryside in the eighteenth century was extremely sparsely populated.

Xia Qingdai demolished and renovated the tenants of Fortress Villa, allowing them to live in two mini-mansions built by herself, which is unique in the entire British countryside.

Although they no longer need to live in shabby houses with tiled roofs, nearly ten families live in one western-style building. Being so dense, there is relatively little privacy, so there must be gains and losses.

Jane looked at the window for a long time, but found nothing. When she was about to close the window, she finally lowered her head and saw the large cup under the window.

"Oh, my God." Jane Austen was so shocked that she leaned against the window, unsure of what was sparkling in the moonlight below.

Could it be that the mulberry field of her family has turned into a sea?

After staying for several seconds, Jane Austen realized that this seemed to be a transparent vat filled with liquid.

She quickly put down the book in her hand and knocked on the door of her sister and parents' room. The Austin couple and Jane's sister who were sleeping in the small building were soon alerted and crowded into Jane's room to check the changes under the window.

"God, what is this?" Pastor Austin murmured, picked up the candle lit in Jane's room, and went downstairs to find out.

At this time, Owen had already walked to Fucui Villa under Xia Qingdai's greeting.

Before the map of this area disappeared, Xia Qingdai heard a few faint screams, mixed with the words "stable" and "kerosene".

Xia Qingdai, who spent money on her favorite idol, was humming happily.

Owen, who was riding a horse and pacing slowly, vaguely heard the Chinese songs floating down from the sky, felt the goddess's good mood, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

If the people Xia Qingdai liked were girls like Jane Austen, Owen would not have any unnecessary thoughts.

Although Great Britain is known as a corrupt country, there is no such trend yet.

He was not like some people who studied Jane Austen's literature in later generations, who suspected that Jane was in love with his sister and was a lesbian just because she lived and ate with her sister and depended on each other.

Even if Xia Qingdai lets Jane stay at Fucui Villa, Owen promises that he will never think wrong.

The church is not far from Fortress, only about a mile.

Owen, walking under the moonlight, quickly returned to the castle. At this time, the security team on night duty had just finished patrolling diligently. Only one concierge was left, and most of the others went back to the servants' rooms to rest.

The villa was very quiet for a while, and you could only occasionally hear a few birds chirping from the sycamore trees outside the castle.

David, the head butler, and Owen's valet, who was on duty tonight, were still waiting for him in the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as they heard the noise, the two of them walked out of the castle to welcome Owen back home.

After Owen entered her room, Xia Qingdai put away her interested gaze, yawned, and then thought about entering the castle, intending to have a good sleep.

Although after evolution, Xia Qingdai has little need for sleep.

But this time she stayed up too late. Counting from the time she went to class early on a modern Friday morning to the time she returned home and went directly to the castle to play, she had not slept for twenty-six or seven hours.

Even though she was as energetic as she was, she couldn't help but start to feel sleepy.

After entering her room in the castle, Xia Qingdai put on a comfortable white cotton nightgown and fell asleep as soon as she climbed into bed.

Sleeping instantly is one of her skills. Even if she evolved her hearing in her senior year of high school, she still doesn't have the trouble of insomnia like Eucommia ulmoides.

After all, her hearing is still within the normal human range, and she is not as inhuman as Eucommia ulmoides, and therefore suffered.

While Xia Qingdai was sleeping, the lights in Irving's suite next door were still bright.

There was probably more kerosene stored in the castle than could be used up in a lifetime, so Owen naturally didn't have to economize. Even if all the lampstands were lit, it would not cause him to frown.

In the dead of night, it was the time when he took stock of himself three times a day. Regarding today's gains and losses, he would silently taste it in his heart before going to bed. When he encounters something that he thinks is particularly worth remembering, he will even keep a diary entry.

His desk drawer has been locked since this year, and no one knows where the key is hidden except him.