I was a god in the 18th century

On the way back, there was a new private message on Xia Qingdai's little red book.

This time, I didn't leave a message to inquire about the price, but came to buy the Lolita skirt design from Xia Qingdai. The other party wants to carry out mass production, rather than just doing it in a small way like Xia Qingdai.

Xia Qingdai currently has three modern Lolita skirts, all of which are adapted from the Rococo style of the eighteenth century.

As the father of Party A, she only puts forward ideas and requirements to the palace tailors, and the tailors themselves handle the specific design details.

The other side wanted to buy a design drawing, but she really couldn't produce it for a while.

But if she really wanted to make this money, it wouldn't be difficult for her. She could just ask Owen and his cousin, who are good at painting in Lilliput, to help with the painting.

But she couldn't decide yet whether to sell the design.

She now takes a less but more refined approach, with exclusive original styles and pure hand-sewing being her biggest selling points.

If the design is sold and the Internet celebrity Lolita shop finds a manufacturer to mass-produce it, will it lower the style of her high-end handmade products?

Until she walked home, Xia Qingdai finally decided to reply to the other party, and she would not earn any more money.

Since you want to go high-end, you have to be high-end to the end.

I have never heard of luxury brands selling their own clothing designs to low-end manufacturers for replacement.

As for whether the other party would just look at the drawings and copy the designs without being able to buy them, this was not within the scope of Xia Qingdai's consideration.

When it comes to piracy, big manufacturers can't do anything about it, so what can a small one-person workshop like her do?

She didn't have time to litigate or think about it, and she didn't care much.

After all, the selling point of her Lolita is that the design is unique and purely handmade. No matter in terms of stitching or materials, it cannot be compared with imitations.

People who can be palace tailors, not to mention their craftsmanship, are not afraid of piracy at all. Xia Qingdai is very relieved about this. Even if they imitate it, it will be difficult to have the quality of her original version.

She retains her status as the original and the right to claim compensation from counterfeiters at any time.

When he got home, Xia Shanglu was naturally not at home.

Xia Qingdai changed out of the sweatshirt and jeans she wore when going out, put on a comfortable long-sleeved imperial dress, and then sat in the balcony study to review today's events.

She copied Fairy Guoguo's figure data saved on her phone on paper and silently memorized it. Then I opened the notes that Senior Brother Ye took during class today and studied them again.

In the profession of doctor, regardless of Chinese or Western medicine, one has to learn as one goes.

After these two things were done, Xia Qingdai went back to her room to see her little one.

Although there will be a mock test next Monday, she does not plan to immerse herself in the exam tonight. Studying also requires a balance between work and rest.

It was early morning in the castle, and Owen and the guests of the castle were still sleeping.

Last night, except for Xia Qingdai and little Gauss, everyone went to Mr. Marken's house for a dance party and didn't come back until late at night. It was strange to get up early this morning.

At the end of the 18th century, there was no serious working landowner class, and the nightlife was quite rich. People were accustomed to going to bed late and getting up late.

Not long after Xia Qingdai was lying next to the glass tank and looking at it, she found someone riding a horse on the road in the front yard of the castle.

Xia Qingdai knew this person. He was a servant of Count Walstein.

Ever since Xia Qingdai met Count Walstein at Mr. Marken's ball, he had written to her twice when he was living in Fortress Villa, and each time it was this male servant who came to deliver the letters.

This early in the morning, I don’t know what kind of letter the other party has sent. However, Xia Qingdai didn't like finding pen pals, so she just read them coldly without replying.

Even when he met Count Walstein at the ball, there was no explanation.

If you don't want to, you won't come back. No reason is needed. She didn't care much about the other party's attentiveness.

Count Walstein was not angry about this, he just thought it was because she had some oriental reserve.

He had heard gossip that Xia Qingdai was a relative of Owen's ancestor who was an army officer. She went to China and had children with local people. She was not a pure British lady.

The Eastern Chinese in the eighteenth century were still very mysterious in the eyes of Westerners.

For someone like Count Walstein who had never been to the East in his life, his impression of Oriental beauties was based on hearsay, and Xia Qingdai fit his imagination of Oriental beauties very well.

Xia Qingdai does look different from other girls, and she feels very, very aloof. She does not attend every social dance in town.

This is actually because Xia Qingdai is busy studying and has no time, and it has nothing to do with Gao Leng.

Xia Qingdai looked at the servant of Earl Walstein, dismounted and walked to a small door on the first floor that was used for servants to enter and exit, knocked on the door, and then respectfully handed over a letter.

She reached out to fish it out and took the letter from the servant's hand with her fingertips.

"Ahhhh!" the footman exclaimed.

The servant of Fucui Villa couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "What a fuss, this is the god of our castle!"

"God, God, God—" the male servants stuttered.

Xia Qingdai ignored his shock and carefully opened the mini letter, then spread it in her palm and looked at it with a magnifying glass.

Hey, Beethoven? What is the meaning of this word?

After reading it again and making sure that she understood correctly, Xia Qingdai was overjoyed!

This one says that Mozart and Beethoven were invited to come here together! Because last time Xia Qingdai mentioned that she liked their piano sound!

This is so happy!

I didn’t expect Count Walstein to be so capable!

In order to celebrate the good news, the servant was so frightened that he quickly withdrew. Xia Qingdai happily put down a potato, a tomato, a piece of lettuce, a bag of flour, a piece of butter, and a piece of fish in the courtyard of the castle. It was like celebrating the New Year!

The people of Fukui Villa have long been accustomed to the matter of food falling from the sky, and they automatically drag the food to the cellar after praying, praising and thanking them without any further instructions from their master.

Only Owen's cousin Connie, who had just arrived and woke up very early, was shocked by this scene and was so messed up in the wind!

This floating green villa actually has real divine objects and gods!

Connie has always wanted to chat with Xia Qingdai, take a walk, and get to know each other well. We are all Owen's cousins, and it is necessary to strengthen our relationship.

But Xia Qingdai, a college entrance examination candidate who is about to take the college entrance examination, has no time to make friends. If she has time, she might as well answer two questions or write letters to Jane Austen to communicate!

Xia Qingdai is also quite magical in Fucui Villa. She often lives in seclusion and rarely shows up.

Every day, she has to find Owen and others to learn how to solve problems, and then she comes out.

It was difficult for Connie to be friends with her, so she ended up hanging out with Mrs. Brutner in the house.

Compared to Xia Qingdai, who has little sense of presence, the god who gives delicious food every day has too strong a presence.

This Fucui Villa is so popular! Owen, the owner of the villa, is so lucky!

This is the deepest thought in every guest's heart.

Think about it, there is no shortage of food here, God feeds us every day!