I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 330 Chatting is not as good as playing in the snow
Soon after the heavy snow started, the outskirts of Chinatown became even more lively.

Whether they were merchants opening shops or buyers shopping, they all called their servants and hurriedly got on their carriages and left before the snow piled up.

With the addition of a Chinatown across Fucui Villa - or it can't be called a street, it's just a small square with four ancient buildings on each side - the tranquility of the countryside is no longer there, even though it is only on the outermost edge of the ranch.

Fortunately, customers in the street market can only move around in Chinatown. If they want to go into the villa, they will be stopped by an iron gate.

But iron fences cannot block out the noise of people and vehicles. Xia Qingdai listened to the noisy traffic and asked Owen, "Do you find it noisy to build a street here?"

Xia Qingdai herself didn't feel anything. After all, the neighborhood where she had lived since she was a child was a hundred times louder than this.

The neighing of horses and braying of donkeys at least have a natural wild charm, which is incomparable to the roar of traffic.

But Owen might not be used to it, so she asked belatedly.

If Owen finds it too noisy, Xia Qingdai thinks she can transform Chinatown into a mountain villa, take back all the shops, stop opening them, and live in a different room every day.

Owen said, "No, I lived with my father in the parsonage when I was a child. It's not far from the town's market. I'm used to this kind of bustle and it doesn't seem difficult to accept. You don't have to worry about me."

"Oh, that's good." Xia Qingdai nodded, "If you think it's not okay, just close this mini street at any time. You don't need to discuss it with me."

"Okay." Owen looked at Xia Qingdai with eyes as gentle as water.

After catching the snow for a while, Xia Qingdai felt cold, so she closed the window again, sat back on the small sofa in front of the fireplace, and made tea with Owen around the stove.

It feels quite atmospheric to drink hot tea while listening to the crackling sound of firewood burning in the fireplace.

"Have all the oriental buildings here been remodeled with fireplaces?" Xia Qingdai asked casually as she blew on the tea.

"That's not the case." Owen took a sip from his teacup and said, "Only four buildings were renovated. The remaining four buildings are supplied with smokeless bamboo charcoal. The bamboo charcoal was given by you, and it is now piled up like a mountain in the cellar."

Xia Qingdai laughed: "Haha, it's possible to do this! It's not bad! Burning charcoal for heating is more in line with the temperament of my ancient Chinese architecture. A fireplace is always out of place."

The smokeless bamboo charcoal that Xia Qingdai bought in modern times is better than the one from the 18th century, and wealthy families are willing to buy some for barbecue.

Almost all the mountains and rivers in the UK belong to the gentry and landlords. It is wishful thinking for ordinary people to chop firewood for free, because the mountains and forests are watched by the landlords' forest rangers.

However, although both firewood and charcoal require money to buy, firewood is much cheaper after all.

The two were drinking tea when they suddenly saw a two-horse carriage with a sheepskin cover stopped on the bluestone road in front of the window.

Unlike the other carriages that were moving out, this carriage was obviously coming here.

After a moment, the coachman put down the pedal, and a man and a woman came out of the carriage. They were Liszt and Nancy, brother and sister.

After the two men dismounted, they waved to Owen and Xia Qingdai inside through the stained glass window.

Owen stood up to open the door, and said to the other party while standing at the door: "The weather is gloomy, I'm afraid the snow will soon cover the road. Haven't you returned to Taole Manor yet?"

Liszt brushed past Owen's shoulder without caring, squeezed into the warm house, and said with a sly smile: "Believe me, even if another hour passes, the snow won't accumulate and will not hinder the carriage from moving."

He was wearing a black woolen suit. Although he looked energetic, he always gave people a feeling of squinting eyes and a frivolous temperament.

His sister Nancy was wearing a fur coat with a white edge. The lining was fur, the outside was covered with silk, and the edges were embroidered. She looked very formal. She didn't look like she was going to Chinatown to hang out. She looked like she was going to a dance!

Compared to Nancy who was dressed warmly, Xia Qingdai, who was only wearing an ordinary long-sleeved robe, looked much more beautiful and freezing.

There were no servants in the hall of this ancient oriental building. Nancy took off her fur coat and hung it on a simple hanger by the door, revealing the short-sleeved dress underneath.

Xia Qingdai looked at her and felt that she seemed to be coming for Owen. She was dressed like a star competing for beauty at a dinner party, with a short-sleeved, revealing dress inside and a luxurious leather coat outside.

If you say she is afraid of the cold, she wears short sleeves; if you say she is not afraid of the cold, she wears a big fur coat.

Nancy lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted the two of them. Xia Qingdai stood up lazily and returned the salute with a dull expression.

This time, Owen took Xia Qingdai to inspect Chinatown, and deliberately sent his cousin Caroline away, and did not let Miss Bai follow. He just wanted to be alone with the goddess for a while, and he hadn't seen her for half a month!

He was really afraid that Xia Qingdai would disappear forever one day.

As a result, such an uninvited guest came to his door unexpectedly, and Owen couldn't help but frown his handsome eyebrows.

But his gentlemanly demeanor enabled him to restrain his anger and he did not say anything harsh. His expression was extremely cold, as if a layer of ice covered his body.

Shortly after the Lister brothers and sisters sat down, the carriage of the Brown brothers and sisters arrived.

The lobby of the small building was packed with people and suddenly became noisy.

Instead of chatting with the idle gentry and ladies, Xia Qingdai might as well read a few more English books or French novels.

Even taking music and French lessons with Miss White was more interesting than chatting about clothes and perfume with the Brown sisters.

After finishing a pot of tea, Xia Qingdai stood up, left everyone behind and went upstairs. She entered a room at random, closed the door, and with a thought, she returned to her giant state.

After Xia Qingdai left, Owen was left alone in the lobby on the first floor. He rejected Lister and others' proposal to play cards, picked up a book and sat in front of the fireplace to read.

Even though the host family was not welcoming, the cousins ​​did not mind and still found their own fun in the house.

Nancy and Miss Brown sat next to Owen, watching him read, and occasionally asked him a question or two out of curiosity. Owen only replied coldly out of gentlemanly courtesy.

Miss Brown's sister Marianne sat next to her cousin Lister, watching the men play cards. Judging from the distance between their arms, their relationship seemed even closer.

Back in modern times, Xia Qingdai lay on a glass jar, sweeping the snow from her Chinatown with a mini broom - even though the snow had not yet accumulated.

At first, due to the gloomy weather, no one noticed the unusual situation outside. After a while, Liszt's eyes were darting around, and he finally found the flying snow. He pointed out the window in surprise and shouted, "Oh, God!"

Owen put down the book in his hand, walked to the window and opened the sash window. Looking at Xia Qingdai who was stretching her arms and playing with the snow mischievously, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

"Oh, oh, Count Owen, is it your family's patron saint who appeared?"

"Yeah." Owen responded, "She likes snow."

"She?" Liszt raised his eyebrows. "So God is really a girl?"