I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 322: Can’t Defeat Jane
If you say you want to go camping, you must go camping.

Xia Qingdai, Jane, Miss Bai, Owen, and Owen's cousin Caroline went to the old place by the lake behind the oak forest for an outing and camping.

Lay out a wool blanket on the yellow leaves and grass by the lake, set up a barbecue stove, place fresh seasonal fruits on the table, skewer the meat on thin poles for barbecue, and put out all kinds of "god-given" spices, and you can happily have a good time. Enjoy the beauty of autumn.

There was no hammock today. Xia Qingdai lay directly on the wool blanket, squinting at the blue sky and white clouds above her head. Jane, Miss Bai, and Caroline were busy barbecuing.

After a while, a strong smell of spices mixed with the aroma of meat wafted out, which whet your appetite.

Xia Qingdai sat up, reached out to take the mutton skewers from Jian, and ate happily.

The joy of being in the countryside is that whether it is the sheep raised on your own farm or the mutton bought at the market in the town, they are all natural and pollution-free, raised in the mountains and plains, and the meat is delicious.

Although Xia Qingdai can directly provide meat from modern times, she is still more willing to let Owen trade the "gods" in exchange for some pure natural ingredients from the 18th century.

"Cousin Owen, these mutton skewers are also cooked, with cumin and pepper added to them. Would you like a skewer?" Caroline picked up a skewer of mutton and handed it to Owen, who was fishing next to him.

"Thank you." Owen reached out to take it and thanked him politely.

Xia Qingdai glanced at the interaction between the two, and she could see full of flattery in Caroline's eyes.

But Caroline wasn't very interested in Liszt, so why was she so attentive to European literature?
Just as she was thinking about this, as if to verify Xia Qingdai's idea, Caroline exclaimed in a calm manner: "On such a beautiful day, it would be lively if the neighbors came to play together."

Miss Bai also likes the Liszt brothers and agrees: "Yes, I think you are right. Yesterday we had a barbecue with the neighbors, and time passed very quickly."

Owen and Xia Qingdai listened and remained unmoved.

Owen really hated that Liszt was courting his goddess. If the goddess hadn't bothered to pay attention to him, Owen wouldn't have let Liszt enter his villa.

Xia Qingdai simply felt that there were too many people and it was noisy, so there was no need for neighbors to keep coming and going.

Now, wouldn't it be nice to have three or two friends like this, chatting for a while, and spending time together by the lake?
Watching Owen fish was more fun than hearing the neighbors making noise.

Speaking of fishing, Owen does not fish just to eat fish, but enjoys the process of fishing.

Freshwater fish are not very attractive to British people, including Owen, who prefer to eat sea fish.

Although the United Kingdom is an island country, the area where Fortress is located is not close to the sea. The closest place to the sea is still thirty to forty miles away.

Based on the traffic conditions in the eighteenth century, unless the people here were particularly luxurious and aristocrats who were particularly willing to enjoy life, ordinary squires and landlords could only eat frozen sea fish.

But Fucui Villa is different. Xia Qingdai is feeding in modern times. Not only can you eat fresh sea fish every day, but you can enjoy it at least two days a week.

Of course, in addition to fish, there are other seafood.

When Xia Qingdai was eating shrimps and crabs, she left one shrimp behind, which was enough for all the little people in the castle below.

A piece of shrimp meat is easily half the size of a person, and it is not open to eat. It's easy to feed crabs to the little people below. You can pick out the crab roe and make sauce, and give them a crab leg with a cracked shell, which is enough for the little people in the castle to get tired of.

Precisely because of the existence of these foods, the people of Fucui Villa are particularly pious and reverent towards the true God.

A crab's legs are bigger than a human, and doesn't the whole body of the crab look like a small house? Even such a giant can only be reduced to the food of the true god, and can be given to them casually. What kind of existence should the true god be? It’s scary to think about.

There are legends about Jesus from the human period, but the true God existed as an invincible being as soon as he appeared in people's cognition.

Even people who still have God, the White Moonlight, in their hearts dare not disrespect the true God of Fucui Villa. After all, God doesn’t lose his temper casually, but the true God doesn’t seem to be easy to mess with.

"I think there should be a cabin here for us to rest when we go camping." After lying on the wool blanket for a while, Xia Qingdai patted her butt and stood up.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable lying on the floor?" Jane, who was busy in front of the barbecue, looked back at her.

Xia Qingdai took off the fallen leaves from her body and sighed: "I can't lie down for a while and my whole body feels itchy."

"Ah, are there insects crawling on the blanket?" Miss Bai quickly went to check the wool blanket after hearing this.

"No, I guess I might be a little sensitive to lawns."

These words were difficult for everyone to understand, but they did not prevent Jane from communicating with Xia Qingdai: "How about we tie up the hammock together and you still lie on the hammock?"

Xia Qingdai shrugged and said: "Forget it, I won't lie down anymore. The hammock looks comfortable, but I will be tired after lying down for a long time."

"Okay." Jian smiled, "Then you come over and have a barbecue with us. Grill it and eat it yourself, it will be twice as delicious."

Caroline disagreed: "I don't think so. I like to eat bread but I won't grow my own wheat. Look at those tanned farmers, they may not be as happy as us."

Jane smiled mischievously: "Haha, really? Then maybe you can try to plant an acre of wheat yourself. Maybe when you harvest, you will find that the wheat is more fragrant than the wheat handed over by the tenants."

Caroline was speechless for a moment, then blushed and said, "I don't want to go to the ground."

She is now of marriageable age, and the most important thing in life is to dress beautifully and find a suitable husband in the social circle. If Shimoda had tanned her skin, she would have completely distanced herself from upper class society.

Even when Xia Qingdai and others went to the orchard to pick fruits themselves, Caroline felt it was unseemly. How could she accept going to the fields by herself?

No real lady in this world would work in the fields regardless of dignity.

The writing is exquisite, witty and has a "rare and spicy sense of humor", but this is the label that history has given to Jane Austen.

Caroline, who lacks knowledge and only wants to find a suitable husband to marry and get rid of the situation of being dependent on others, can't put it too simply. After a few words, Caroline was speechless, and soon turned the topic abruptly to Mrs. Hans, the former Miss Anderson.

"This young lady is so pitiful. She was a good lady from a country squire's family. First, something happened to her father, and then she married an evil man. Hey, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to see her at dances and the like in the future. I don't think so. A classy family would invite a down-and-out young woman who lives in a small house."

Xia Qingdai was roasting corn and eating melons, very happy. Owen was as quiet as an old monk in trance the whole time. I don't know if he was fishing quietly or eating melons in silence.