I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 342 Today is My Birthday

She went into the room, took down the pole on the glass tank and the drone that served as a surveillance camera. Xia Qingdai lay on the mouth of the glass tank, looking at the white castle dotted with snow, and her heart finally calmed down.

She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to come back. Actually, there was nothing important. She just had to do it once she had the idea.

The modern night is the day of the ancient castle.

Breakfast at Fucui Villa had just ended, and Owen was sitting in the study, handling the affairs of the villa and his jurisdiction.

"It's been a whole year!" Xia Qingdai rested her chin on her crossed arms, looked at the white snow-capped roof of the castle, and sighed softly.

The winters in the 18th century were closely associated with snow, and the cold made the entire villa seem a little quiet.

Fortunately, there are still children who are not afraid of the cold and play carefree among the white ridges of the fields, bringing a touch of freshness to this cold season.

Looking down from above, you can see fields of winter wheat and potatoes, interspersed with acres of peas and lettuce.

Although the ground is covered with white snow, it does not look bleak.

Compared to the withered crops in other villages that were hit by the cold, Fucui Villa was a different beast, with all the fields full of vitality. In stark contrast to the neighboring land, it was no wonder that this place was called a blessed land.

Compared with Fucui Villa, including Wanghe Villa, they all seem like they were raised by a stepmother.

Xia Qingdai didn't bother much with Wanghe Villa, which belonged to her completely. After all, she often forgot about the land that was not within the glass tank.

It was very troublesome to ask Owen to open the map every time she went there. Besides, there were no particularly beautiful scenery or buildings there to attract her.

After the initial novelty wore off, Xia Qingdai basically stopped going there. She even seldom cared about the progress of the construction of Wanghe Villa, as Owen was helping her take care of it anyway.

It was not known whether Owen sensed Xia Qingdai's gaze, but he, who had been sitting in the study handling affairs, put down his quill, stood up and walked to the window after several accountants who reported their year-end income to him left.

A sacred face was looming in the clouds outside the window.

Owen pushed open the window and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Xia Qingdai soon noticed the movement here, looked over here, and her eyes met Owen's in the air. She couldn't help but smile knowingly.

She reached out and touched the snow on the roof of the castle.

The snowflakes fell down, causing the little people below, who were busy like little ants, to exclaim: "Oh, God, it's snowing again!"

It has been snowing for many days in a row, and it finally stopped today and we could see some winter sunshine.

As a result, we saw snow again, which was naturally a headache.

Apart from Xia Qingdai, there are not many people in this world who like snow.

After all, only Xia Qingdai can calmly regard snow as poetry and the distant future. For the lower-class people who are struggling to survive, these are just the immediate compromises.

Not to mention the little people at the bottom of society, even the country gentry don't like snow.

In the world after snow, the roads are slippery and difficult to travel, and transportation is inconvenient, which inevitably leads to soaring prices. Who can like it when they are in it?

Snow brought no benefit to these little people except trouble and cold. Fortunately, after a while, the clever people found that it was not snowing from the sky, but snow falling from the roof of the castle.

No one thought that the goddess was playing with the snow, and they all thought that the snow had fallen because it was pressed too hard. This was a common occurrence and nothing surprising. Soon people stopped paying attention to the snow falling outside and continued with their own business.

Only Owen, who witnessed everything, knew the real reason why the snow fell from the roof.

It had only been three days since Xia Qingdai last left, which surprised Owen. After all, according to past rules, the goddess would disappear for at least five days each time.

After Xia Qingdai cleared all the snow off the roof, she clapped her hands, took off her down jacket, and went into the castle on a whim.

The next moment, Owen saw the goddess in a semi-invisible state not far from him.

The so-called semi-invisibility is similar to a holographic projection. Although it is difficult for Owen to describe it in appropriate words, he knew at first sight that this was definitely not a normal state.

There were no other outsiders in the study except the two of them.

Owen bowed to Xia Qingdai very gentlemanly and asked if he wanted to go outside pretending to "pick her up."

Xia Qingdai shook her head: "No, I won't show up today, I'll leave when it gets dark."

She ran back home in the middle of the night. She won't be here for long and will have to leave. Why is she making such a fuss?
Owen said "Oh" and his tone was a little disappointed.

Xia Qingdai didn't bother changing her clothes and just wore modern winter clothes, which seemed out of place with the atmosphere of the ancient castle.

But she didn't feel that at all, instead she was very happy and contented. This was her castle!

The study, which originally had no fireplace, is now abandoned.

In this new study, the desk is placed not far from the fireplace. Behind it is a large bookcase that reaches the ceiling and is already filled with books.

Further out was a French window with velvet curtains tied up with ribbons. The sunlight came in through the window, making the study bright.

Xia Qingdai naturally lifted the wool blanket on the rocking chair, curled up in it, facing Owen, and smiled sweetly: "Owen, today is my birthday."

"Oh." Owen's deep eyes widened slightly when he heard that. He stared at Xia Qingdai blankly for two seconds before he stepped forward and said, "Happy birthday, my dear goddess. I'll ask someone to make you a cake."

"You should call me cousin." Xia Qingdai wrinkled her nose and said jokingly, "No need for cake, but you are always so polite to me, one day it will be exposed."

Owen smiled faintly and said softly, "Yes, cousin. Well, then I will arrange a dance party? The snow has stopped today, and we can bring Miss Jane Austen to the castle."

"Oh, no, forget it, I don't want any of it. I said, I don't want to show up today, so it's good to stay like this. You go about your business, don't worry about me." Xia Qingdai exerted a little force, rocking the rocking chair, breaking up bits of sunlight, and was as happy as a little child.

Owen looked at the lively appearance of the girl, with the corners of his lips slightly raised never falling.

With the goddess in the study, the empty room instantly feels warm.

He sat back at his desk and continued his unfinished work.

Xia Qingdai went back home and entered the castle because she was sentimental at the moment, there was nothing wrong.

After meeting Owen, I didn't have anything extra to say. I just sat quietly in the rocking chair, staring at the floor bathed in the sun, and felt that the years were peaceful.