I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 352 Night Chat
After listening to the looping music several times and flying in place several times, Xia Qingdai finally jumped off the carousel with a laugh.

Because she had just slept, Xia Qingdai, who was full of energy, was not sleepy at all, so naturally she would not go back to her room to rest immediately.

However, Caroline, who had been reading to her mother for the entire afternoon, was a little overwhelmed. After saying good night to the two of them, she returned to her room.

Only a dance party can keep the girls up all night. If they just chat, they really can't sit still late at night.

After getting off the carousel, Xia Qingdai did not immediately enter the castle, but stayed alone in the flower room to pick a few flowers. When she returned to the music room on the second floor of the castle, Owen had just brewed a pot of coffee.

"Are you going to sleep after drinking coffee at night?" Xia Qingdai asked with a smile as she put the flowers in the vase.

Owen said, "It's okay. I added a lot of milk to dilute it. Would you like to try it? This coffee bean comes from a coffee plantation in Kenya, Africa, and has a very strong aroma. It's very good to have a cup on a cold winter night."

"It's from Kenya. Okay, I'll have a cup too." Xia Qingdai was not very interested in coffee, but since it was made by Owen himself, it would be okay to have a cup.

Africa was the first continent to be divided up by the great powers. Since the 15th century, Portugal and Spain, the two "evil dogs", have begun to colonize Africa.

By the 17th century, when Portugal and Spain declined, Britain and France rose again and became the main countries colonizing Africa.

By now, countless coffee gardens and plantations in Africa have become the property of British landowners.

After taking two sips of coffee, Xia Qingdai suddenly thought of something: "Owen, does Merchant Bill only go to East India to do business?"

Owen replied: "Not really. I plan to go to the West Indies and Africa."

"That's great. If we have the chance, we can buy a diamond mine in Africa." Xia Qingdai felt excited just thinking about it.

Anyway, even if she didn't buy it, the African natives couldn't keep such a good thing, and it would be snatched away by others.

Instead of this, it would be better if it were her. At least she would not over-exploit the African natives.

The thought of being able to pull teeth out of the jaws of the great powers filled Xia Qingdai with fighting spirit. Originally it was just a casual talk, but now it was a must-win.

Owen was supportive of Xia Qingdai's sudden ideas. The goddess had many magical treasures, so there was no need to worry about the source of funds. As long as there was enough financial support, expansion would not be a problem.

The two sat in front of the fireplace in the music room, drinking coffee and roasting sweet potatoes.

"Owen, let's go to Chinatown to give alms tomorrow and ask Pastor Co. Prince to come and help. He must have the most experience in this kind of thing."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare the flour and frozen meat."

"In addition to these, there are also apples. I took down two today, and I can't finish them all. Let's share them."

"it is good."

After Xia Qingdai finished speaking, she took a sip of coffee and continued, "By the way, not only should we give away the apples, but we should also let everyone know who sent them."

"Well, that's not difficult." Owen said casually, "Who else but you could have such a huge apple?"

Xia Qingdai accepted Owen's frank compliment with a smile.

She also wanted to gather the power of faith. Before dinner and before going to bed, everyone's prayers were not sincere enough. The true qi transformed from the power of faith in Xia Qingdai's dantian has not been fully replenished yet.

It seems that everyone in the castle has been fleeced enough, and it's time to expand outward.

As they chatted, the aroma of simmering sweet potatoes filled the air. "The fireplace is so convenient," Xia Qingdai exclaimed, "It can be used for heating and boiling water."

Owen smiled and silently filled her coffee glass.

It was late at night and there were only two people still chatting in the music room.

The two were thinking about how to celebrate Christmas and whether to hold a Christmas dance to liven it up.

Owen didn't care about these things. He just hoped that the goddess would come down to earth on Christmas Eve. From what Xia Qingdai said now, it can be heard that she is ready to come back that day. This made Owen feel very good, and his eyes brightened visibly.

He put on thick gloves, walked forward attentively to take out the stewed sweet potatoes, handed one to Xia Qingdai, and took one for himself.

These sweet potatoes were part of the rent paid by the tenants in the villa and were stored in the cellar of the castle. They were not brought by Xia Qingdai from modern times, so they were of the right size.

Sweet potatoes cooked over the open flame of the fireplace are much more fragrant than those roasted in kerosene barrels and air fryers on the streets today.

Break open the skin to reveal the golden and soft sweet potato flesh inside. The aroma is so fragrant that your appetite is instantly whetted.

Owen handed Xia Qingdai an exquisite and beautiful silver spoon. It was no problem to scoop up the very soft and glutinous sweet potatoes with the spoon, and it tasted a bit of petite sophistication.

"It's delicious. How's the sweet potato harvest this year?" Xia Qingdai asked casually, and then asked and answered herself, "Oh, you probably don't know either."

Owen's smile faded slightly, and he sighed, "The harvest was not good. But our Fucui Villa is much better than the outside world."

With so many disasters during the Little Ice Age, it is impossible for agricultural harvests to be good. The whole world is in misery.

Fucui Villa was already blessed with Xia Qingdai's intervention. Even so, the harvest was not comparable to that of a good year.

Although Owen does not have to go to the fields himself, he still cares about the conditions of the farm and farmland.

He is not the kind of parasite who lies on real estate and waits for death. He is not optimistic about the prospects of agriculture, so he has the ambition to develop a side business.

Fortunately, he has the support of the goddess and enough start-up capital to gradually realize his ideas and follow the top British people to divide the world's wealth.

After they finished eating the sweet potatoes, they played the piano and Owen sang a French song.

Xia Qingdai sat next to him and occasionally played four-hand piano with him, which was quite interesting.

Although it was already late at night, the detached castle did not have to worry about disturbing the neighbors, and the servants certainly had no complaints.

Fucui Villa is already a special case. In other manors, there are parties every night, dances last all night, and servants have to be busy all night. How can they have it so easy?

After playing a few songs, Owen suddenly said in fluent Chinese: "Cousin, I wonder if I can have the honor of listening to you play an oriental song?"

"Of course." Xia Qingdai smiled and answered in Chinese, "Although I don't play very well, I won't be stage fright, haha!"

Xia Qingdai sat down in front of the piano that Owen had vacated, pondered for a moment, and then began to play.

She certainly doesn't have the ability to play any ancient Chinese music, but she has been learning piano for a year, so she has no problem playing a pop song.

Even though she was born in the 2000s, she still likes Milk Tea Zhou's songs.