I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 377 Busy Morning

"Hello, Miss Li... Lim." The fire-making girl stuttered as she greeted the housekeeper. Under the stern gaze of the other party, she felt inexplicably guilty.

Lim stared at her for a while, then said coldly: "Why are you so slow today? Don't you know that you shouldn't appear in front of Earl Owen with your identity?"

The fire-making girl bowed her head timidly: "I'm so sorry, Miss Lim, please forgive me."

"I hope you won't do it again next time. I will deduct your points this time." The servants in the castle have a KPI assessment form, and the housekeeper is one of the people responsible for scoring.

"Yes." The fire girl's face flushed when she heard that she would be deducted points. Every point deducted was related to her salary and benefits, so she couldn't afford to ignore it.

But she couldn't resist, what else could she do but accept it silently?

After Lim had shown off her power, she saw that she was still standing in front of her, so she immediately said angrily: "Why are you still standing here? Why don't you go to work? Is the fireplace downstairs lit?"

"I...I have something to report, Miss Lim." Although she was scolded and deducted points, she had not yet conveyed her master's words. She had to bite the bullet and continue to stand in front of the housekeeper to report, "Earl Owen has something to tell you."

"What? Why don't you speak quickly?" Lim was so mad at her that she almost died. Someone actually punctuated sentences like that, and spoke so hesitantly that it made people anxious.

The fire-making girl was so shocked by the scolding that she stammered and reported that the gods had bestowed silk and delicious food upon her.

Lim was so angry that she pushed the fire girl away and shouted to the servants' lounge corridor: "Come on, some people, follow me upstairs to deal with the gift from God!"

There was soon some noise coming from the servants' lounge, and everyone was asking Lim what new treasure the gods had bestowed upon her.

When a few people went upstairs and saw the silk cloth and the huge chocolate spread on the floor of the corridor, they immediately thanked God.

The servants at Fucui Villa are more knowledgeable than outsiders and are very familiar with chocolate that is not available anywhere else in the UK.

As soon as I saw such a big piece, I couldn't help but salivate. The rich, silky, sweet taste I had tasted before, with a hint of bitterness, came back to my mind, making me feel happy unconsciously.

The chocolates Xia Qingdai had brought to Lilliput were all standard milk chocolates. Therefore, this was the only kind that everyone tasted, which happened to be very suitable for the British taste. Everyone who had eaten it could not forget its taste.

Xia Qingdai lay on the glass jar, watching the servants pack up their things through the window of the castle, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

At this time, melodious piano sounds came from the music room. It was Owen, who had just left the corridor, playing the song.

Before the song was over, a clear and loud bell rang. Xia Qingdai, who had a well-developed hearing, looked up and saw a single-person carriage swaying towards her on the tree-lined avenue leading to the ancient castle.

There was a particularly obvious postman's sign on the carriage, but I didn't know whether it was a newspaper or a letter.

Curious Xia Qingdai did not continue to look down at the Lilliput Kingdom from a high vantage point - mainly because the details could not be seen from this angle.

The next second she had transformed into a little person and appeared in her room. She walked straight to the cloakroom, picked out a suitable home empire dress and put it on, then walked through the living room and opened the door.

At this time, Owen's personal servant Gerard had just finished ironing the newspaper and came up with the newspaper in his hands. Seeing Xia Qingdai at the door, Gerard hurriedly stopped and bowed: "Dear cousin, good morning."

"Good morning, Gerald." Although Xia Qingdai was now named a countess, she didn't like others calling her that because it didn't sound nice. She asked everyone to still use the old name. "Besides the newspaper, do you have a letter in your hand?"

"Oh, yes." Gerald handed over the letter with both hands, "It is a letter from Vienna to you. I didn't see your servant Mary, so I brought the letter up first. Please take a look."

"Is it a letter from Vienna?" Xia Qingdai perked up when she heard it and happily stretched out her hand, "Give it to me directly."

"Yes, cousin." Gerald handed over the letter respectfully with both hands.

Xia Qingdai took the letter into the music room, opened the envelope as she walked, and sat diagonally opposite Owen to read it carefully.

The letter did not include the priceless complete score of the Requiem that she had been longing for, but there was a piece of news that made her even happier: Her sponsor, Mr. Mozart, had suffered a life-threatening illness and was tired of the atmosphere of Vienna, so he wanted to live in the UK in the spring!
He informed his sponsor of this trip in advance, and it was obvious that he was here to ask for travel expenses.

Xia Qingdai said that there was no problem at all. With so many villains, why would she be afraid of one more Mozart? Besides, Mozart was the one who gave her the greatest reward besides Owen, and was the real secret that could make her rich in modern times.

Perhaps because her smile was so bright, Owen couldn't help but ask, "Is it a letter from Mr. Mozart?"

"Yes." Xia Qingdai nodded heavily and said happily, "He decided to come to London next year."

Owen said casually, "Oh, that's great news. I'm sure the ladies in London miss him too."

When Xia Qingdai heard Owen's words, she immediately recalled Mozart's romantic past. She frowned and said, "This guy is indeed a bit out of tune with us. We have to rent him a house. I'm afraid they will get tired of each other if we live under the same roof."

Mozart is not the kind of person who will worship you as a god if you give him money. His emotional intelligence is inversely proportional to his musical talent. Otherwise, with his talent, he would not have ended up in poverty in history.

Hearing Xia Qingdai say that she would rent another house for Mozart, Owen couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, but he tried his best to suppress it and said briefly: "Well, don't worry, leave it to me."

He must have found a house far away from the villa they were staying in. Well, let's say it's near the Grand Theater, so that they can rehearse in the Grand Theater!

After talking about Mozart, Owen told Xia Qingdai about the fleet.

According to the plan, their international ocean-going fleet should be docked in the next two days. The oriental porcelain, embroidery and tea inside will bring them considerable profits.

But Xia Qingdai wasn't really that excited about all this. If she could bring those porcelains from the Qianlong period back to the modern era at a 1:1 scale, she would certainly be excited, but the problem was that it wasn't possible.

It is hard to say how much the reduced version is worth in modern times. The price of micro-carving products is still a bit different from the original price of these things.

Moreover, Xia Qingdai was not sure whether the oriental porcelain and embroidery traded to Britain were genuine fine products. Perhaps they were just defective products used to fool foreigners.

Given the mentality of the Qing Dynasty at that time, it was not impossible to fool foreigners with inferior products.

Everything will only become clear after the ship docks and the goods are delivered.