I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 177 The Count’s Dinner

After afternoon tea, the ladies went back to their rooms and started preparing for dinner in the evening.

Irving entered the study and looked at the income and expenditure account statement of the mansion for the past six months that his cousin had brought over.

In addition to his cousin, there were two accountants who worked for Xia Qingdai and Irving in London waiting outside the study.

In addition to this mansion, Irving helped Xia Qingdai invest in an ocean-going fleet with businessman Bill, and also invested in a factory in London.

Now that he arrived in London, he naturally wanted to check the accounts immediately.

Xia Qingdai doesn't care about this. She has no interest in business. With Owen helping to manage the Eighteenth Century industry, she feels relieved as her CEO.

When she came to London this time, she brought another huge artificial diamond with her, and planned to change it to a nobleman - she felt that the British royal family or the current prime minister would be good candidates and would be very suitable candidates.

As long as you look at the history of the Qing Dynasty, you will find that the Opium War is a pain that the Chinese people cannot escape.

Looking at the dragon robes, phoenix crowns, porcelain and animal heads belonging to China in the British Museum that Xu Yan posted in her circle of friends, she felt that it would be a shame not to cheat them.

Of course, there is no need to delve into whether the reason why Xia Qingdai planned to resell artificial diamonds in eighteenth-century London was really as noble as she said.

Anyway, she had convinced herself mentally and logically and felt very at ease.

As a human being, the most important thing is to reconcile with yourself.

Xia Qingdai entered the room and picked out her dress for the evening. She didn't put it on right away. Instead, she went back to the modern room and took a comfortable bath.

After drying her hair, she turned on the electric fan and turned on her mobile phone to buy something.

The swimsuit must be a one-piece conservative style. As for the matching lace sunscreen beach cover-up, I took out two pieces of beautiful off-white lace cloth from the rag pile and asked a tailor in Lilliput to make it.

If you buy lace blouses from modern times, the cheap ones cost dozens of pieces. She really couldn't bear to spend this wasted money, since she had so many rags.

There was no way to buy a swimsuit. Materials suitable for swimming in the water did not exist in the 18th century.

When women swim in this era, their swimsuits are made of pure cotton skirts, which are extremely heavy when soaked in water, which is not scientific at all.

While looking down to look for her rag bag, Xia Qingdai suddenly found a few pieces of polyester, Lycra and stretch rags.

"Hey, this material is very similar to swimsuit material." Xia Qingdai dug out the swimsuit she had hidden for three years in the cabinet to compare. Not to mention, the feel and appearance of the two were very similar.

Her one-piece swimsuit is a very conservative style, but it was bought seven or eight years ago, so it looks quite old.

But it doesn’t matter, you can use it to make patterns for the tailors in Lilliput!

In this way, she didn't even have to buy a swimsuit. She could just take the cloth to Lilliput and ask a tailor to make it.

Xia Qingdai, who had saved a small amount of money, said she was very happy.

So much so that when she bought toy beach chairs, she boldly bought six of them.

A handful cost eight yuan, and six handfuls were only forty-eight yuan, with free shipping. It was not even comparable to the price of a swimsuit, so she didn't feel bad spending it.

After rolling up the polyester rags of her swimsuit and the lace rags of her beach cover-up, Xia Qingdai lay down over London and stuffed the things into the window she had specially opened before.

After stuffing the fabric, Xia Qingdai went downstairs with her mobile phone and went to the Fengchao cabinet at the gate to get her express delivery.

The express delivery was actually delivered last night, but Xia Qingdai was in London in the eighteenth century at the time. When she returned to modern times, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, so she didn't go down.

Now that it's dawn, she plans to go downstairs to get the express delivery.

The main reason is that they have already traveled back to modern times. If things are not done, wouldn't it be a waste of the power of faith consumed by traveling back and forth?

Leaving the castle range of Fucui Villa, she was consuming energy every time she traveled through. Inside the express delivery were three small portable handheld fans. The handles could be folded 90 degrees and could be used for twenty-four hours on a single charge. Three of them cost Xia Qingdai 100 soft sister coins.

The current battery level shows 89, which is enough for one night.

Get the Lilliputian with ice cubes, and you can spend the hot summer nights comfortably.

Three small fans, one for Xia Qingdai, and one for each of Owen and Jane's rooms.

As for the other villains, she didn't bother to care.

After getting back the mini electric fan, Xia Qingdai closed the door, poured the ice cubes from the ice tray from the refrigerator and freezer, and then returned to the room.

I put one mini electric fan in my room, and then pushed open the window of Irving's room and put two more in there.

Then came the ice cubes. She placed them one by one in the yard. In a moment, the servants would find them.

Sure enough, as soon as she put it away, a servant screamed.

Alas, the servants in a London mansion still know little. Like her floating green villa, the servants would not make a fuss when faced with the divine beings descended from the sky. They were all accustomed to it.

After putting her things away, Xia Qingdai put on the old swimsuit, returned to her villain state, and began to change into her dress and comb her hair.

On the way to the Earl of Charlton's Palace by carriage, Xia Qingdai got off the car and found a tailor shop that was still open. She gave a few pieces of fabric that looked particularly large in Lilliput and a shrunken swimsuit to the tailor and told her meet their own needs.

Although the style of the swimsuit is a bit weird, there are samples, which is a piece of cake for a London tailor.

As for the lace blouse, it's even simpler, just make it into a robe style.

Soft robes were already very popular in this era and were the perfect companion to imperial dresses.

In the eighteenth century, Xia Qingdai was not as reluctant to spend money as she was in modern times, and she was very generous.

The tailor said it would take at least a week to make these clothes.

Xia Qingdai slapped her pound and said, "I want to get it before tomorrow evening."

"Oh, dear lady, this is really not possible, even if I find someone..."

Before the tailor finished speaking, Xia Qingdai took out a few more British pounds: "I hope these British pounds can help you find enough helpers."

The tailor looked at Ying Ling on the table and pursed his lips, then grinned and said: "Of course, as you wish, miss, I will deliver your clothes tomorrow evening."

Xia Qingdai left with satisfaction and returned to the carriage.

In addition to Xia Qingdai and Owen, the people who went to have dinner at the Earl of Charlton's Mansion tonight were also Jane, Mrs. Owen's mother and daughter, and Connie.

On the dining table, a very popular French dish during this period - Ragu was served.

This is a very flavorful dish. The specific method is to put vegetables such as carrots and meat into the pot together, then add seasonings and water, and simmer over low heat.

Because it uses a lot of ingredients and takes a long time, it was regarded as a high-end dish in England in the 18th century. It was very popular among the aristocracy and was considered a hard dish on the table.

Elizabeth encountered this dish on the Bingley family's table when she visited her sick sister.

But Elizabeth, who was aloof and aloof and disdainful of being coerced by hypocrisy, didn't touch a bite and only touched light vegetables. As a result, Bingley's vulgar brother-in-law had nothing to say to Elizabeth.

And now Jane, like Elizabeth, doesn't like this dish.

As for Xia Qingdai, she doesn't like other people's food.