I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 329 It’s Snowing

Mr. Liang responded to Xia Qingdai very quickly, saying that there were no problems with the paper and he did not make any changes.

Du Zhong was in charge of the subsequent submissions. He was a paper geek and had submitted many papers, so he was very familiar with the process.

Xia Qingdai later asked Du Zhong where he had submitted the manuscript. He told her that it was EMBO Reports, a journal with an IF of 7.7.

Xia Qingdai was speechless for a long time. What about her first SCI paper? She was less than halfway through her first semester of freshman year, and she had already started submitting SCI papers! Why did she feel dizzy?

Perhaps out of support, Mr. Liang listed himself as the corresponding author this time.

Du Zhong, who had several papers in top journals, did not compete with Xia Qingdai. He came here mainly because he was interested in abdominal cocoon disease, so he would not compete with Xia Qingdai for papers in traditional Chinese medicine.

Because of the long-term project, Du Zhong and Academician Lin could have published a paper in The Lancet, so this paper was not important to them at all, so they only took the second author position this time.

The pie of the pie for the first author just fell on Xia Qingdai's head!

After Xia Qingdai's initial excitement, she quickly calmed down. After all, this was still relying on others, not her real strength, so there was really nothing to be too excited about.

Master Liang was busy with the treatment of this rare abdominal cocoon disease, and Du Zhong was responsible for the most important paper polishing, so Xia Qingdai's work was highly replaceable.

But she was not discouraged, after all, she was only in the first semester of her freshman year. There were still seven and a half years of long study ahead - oh no, medical studies should never end.

Precisely because Xia Qingdai didn't care too much about this paper, the people in her dormitory didn't notice any clues at all.

After staying in school for half a month, Xia Qingdai finally returned to her eighteenth-century Lilliput country.

It was seven o'clock in the morning when she arrived in the eighteenth century, and at this time, it was still dark and the daylight was getting shorter.

It was just the beginning of November, and the temperature in modern Jiangcheng was still over 10 degrees, so people with a strong temper could even wear short sleeves. But in the 18th century, the temperature was already below 10 degrees, so cold that people had to wear woolen robes.

The Little Ice Age was extremely cold.

Even though Britain is affected by the warm Atlantic current, it cannot stop the power of the Little Iceberg, and winter always comes so early.

Because Xia Qingdai was busy with her studies, she actually didn't have much time to watch the Lilliput surveillance every day.

So after being away for half a month, when I returned to Fucui Villa, I felt as if I was in a different world.

On a whim, she spent more than ten thousand dollars to build a Chinatown without Chinese people. The necessary living improvements such as sewers and chimneys were completed after a few weeks, and even the investment promotion was completed.

When she came over, she found that several tailor shops, department stores, teahouses and coffee shops had started business.

Owen was really efficient. Xia Qingdai took a walk along the bluestone road in Chinatown and found that there were many people from the neighborhood there.

For a sparsely populated town like Ifra, it is already quite remarkable that the newly opened Chinatown can have such popularity.

This change made Xia Qingdai happy all of a sudden. This was the joy of playing with infrastructure in Lilliput!

Looking at the mini ancient-style buildings that I assembled with my own hands, it seemed as if they came alive. It felt amazing.

"Owen, have you reserved a house for us in Chinatown?" Xia Qingdai asked Owen who was accompanying her to patrol Chinatown.

"Of course, you said you like the one on the east side, so I kept it. Do you want to go and see it now? There is a fireplace and a chimney inside, so it won't be cold." Owen smiled faintly and whispered the situation to Xia Qingdai.

This time Xia Qingdai had been away for so long that Owen had been feeling restless. Although he still did things according to schedule every day, he was always worried. When he saw Xia Qingdai in the morning mist today, his eyes almost wet.

Now that Xia Qingdai is by his side, Owen doesn't want to do anything. He just wants to be with his goddess.

Past experience told him that even if Xia Qingdai had not come into this world for half a month, she would still leave in two days.

Xia Qingdai had no idea of ​​Owen's inner resentment, and she happily followed him into a renovated, antique building.

There are many soft furnishings inside, making it very cozy.

The newly built red brick fireplace does not seem out of place with this oriental-style wooden building.

Owen didn't mind the dirt and lit the fire himself. Soon, the whole hall was warm.

Xia Qingdai sat cross-legged on a wool blanket, holding her face with great interest, watching Owen scoop a bucket of water from the vat and was about to put it on the stove.

"Hey, wait, you can't drink the water here." Xia Qingdai thought of the bald men in modern Britain and stood up suddenly.

Although she had been away for half a month, the mineral water she put in the castle was enough for Owen to use alone.

But this is not an ancient castle, and she doesn't know what kind of water is in the water tank.

Owen knew that Xia Qingdai didn't want to touch any of the water here, so he explained, "Don't worry, this is the water you gave me. I sent someone to fetch it here today."

He had calculated the time when Xia Qingdai might appear before making preparations, and the result was exactly as he expected.

Upon hearing that it was the mineral water she had fed him, Xia Qingdai instantly relaxed, sat down lazily, and said with a smile, "Then it's okay."

When the water in the tung stove began to boil with a gurgling sound, snow suddenly started falling outside.

Xia Qingdai immediately lay down in front of the stained glass window and said excitedly, "It's snowing!"

Owen looked up, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said, "Yeah, it's snowing."

Xia Qingdai pushed open the window, and the cold wind and snowflakes drifted in. She didn't feel cold at all, but only felt extremely excited.

Snow, snow! It's snowing again!

She is from Jiangnan, but she can actually see the heavy snow at such a close distance!
After reaching out to catch the snow for a while, Xia Qingdai turned her head and asked Owen, who was brewing black tea at the coffee table: "It looks like this snow will last for a long time, right? Owen, do you think the snow can accumulate?"

Owen said firmly, "Of course."

After saying that, he looked out the window for a while, and said with a little worry: "The snow still fell so early this year."

Snow, which is extremely romantic to Xia Qingdai, is only associated with "disaster" and "inconvenience" in the eyes of people in the 18th century.

After the heavy snow, the traffic was paralyzed. Now we don't have so many means and people to melt snow like in later times.

But one good thing is that for the self-sufficient Fucui Villa, even if the road is blocked by heavy snow, it will not affect them too much.

The food Xia Qingdai gave them in the cellar was enough for them to survive many cold winters.

Owen was worried about the wheat and other crops he planted last month. He didn't know whether they could withstand the severe cold, but for no other reason.