I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 198 Poor College Students
After only staying in the dim production workshop of the eighteenth century for a while, Xia Qingdai was smelled by the strange smell. She really couldn't stand the air inside.

The environment outside the workshop is actually not much better. There is the smell of urine everywhere, there are also a few dried horse manures, and manure scraps that have been stepped on everywhere.

The river water next to it is also turbid and smellier than other areas. Because the wastewater from the factory was not treated in any way, it was discharged directly into the Thames River next to it.

Xia Qingdai couldn't stand this environment, so she thought about it and returned to modern times. She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the shopping website, just to buy something.

She bought a bottle of Jiyakilan, which is a common artifact for fish farmers. It can decompose feces, remove ammonia nitrogen, balance ph value, and purify water quality.

In addition to methylmethylenelan, I also bought nitrifying bacteria capsules, which can cultivate beneficial bacteria and decompose feces and oil stains.

There are also water purifiers, special sterilizing mineral salts for fish tanks, etc. In short, I bought some treasures for fish farming, and spent a total of forty-seven yuan.

When the goods arrived, she first disinfected the Thames River next to her mansion, and then asked Owen to open a map along the Thames River and spend half a day doing environmental protection.

After buying these, Xia Qingdai took another look at the factory and recalled the parts she saw inside. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her head. She entered "bicycle model" into the search bar of the shopping website, and a lot of them came out.

Xia Qingdai selected three models that were moderately priced and seemed to be of good quality. They are retro 28-bar bicycles, shock-absorbing mountain bikes, and lady bicycles.

These models are all scaled down to 1:10 and are about the size of an adult's hand. They are still too big for a Lilliputian finger-sized person.

But Xia Qingdai didn't buy them to be used directly in the 18th century, but to be used for proofing by the factory just now.

At the end of the 18th century, the industrial conditions for manufacturing bicycles were not yet fully mature. After all, rubber tires had not yet been invented.

But it doesn't matter, people here are already accustomed to the bumpy feeling caused by wheels without rubber wrapping.

If that doesn't work, Xia Qingdai can still find a way to make rubber from modern times, type it out and shrink it into a secret book and give it to Owen to send someone to figure it out. There is no shortage of smart people in any era.

She can even skip the process of vulcanizing solid rubber tires in one step and go directly to hollow tires.

During this period, most people could not afford to rent a carriage, let alone own a carriage.

Not to mention the maintenance fee of the carriage, the food cost of the horses alone can make an ordinary middle class bankrupt.

In addition, horses may also become sick, and it is a huge expense to ask a veterinarian to see a doctor. Doctors are not very good at medical skills these days, but their appearance fees are very good.

After all, when bleeding, you have to be careful not to cut the aorta, when you give an enema, you need to be careful not to pierce the intestines, and when you induce vomiting, you can't feed the baby directly. It still requires a lot of skills.

All in all, raising and renting horses is very expensive, and you often encounter huge traffic jams on the streets of London.

But bicycles are different. They are flexible and maneuverable when walking through streets and alleys, and their speed is not much slower than ordinary horse-drawn carriages. After you bite the bullet and buy one, you can still use it for many years. It is definitely more cost-effective than buying a horse.

So as long as the bicycle is manufactured, there is no need to worry about the lack of market.

When Xia Qingdai finished shopping around and looked down again, she found that Owen had finished inspecting the factory and had exited.

He had already climbed into the carriage and seemed to be leaving.

Xia Qingdai learned the lesson from nearly getting motion sickness before, put down her mobile phone, picked up a book, and leaned on the bedside to read, not looking at Owen as he rushed on his way.

Today is the day when Xia Qingdai is going to give Mozart a follow-up consultation, so now she is waiting for Owen to get home, and then they go out to visit the patient together. Xia Qingdai waited until Owen returned to the yard of her home in a carriage and the London mansion was painted in the glass jar, then she happily put down the book and entered the room inside.

It was already noon, and the guests at home had already finished their breakfast.

When Owen stopped the carriage, Xia Qingdai changed her clothes and went downstairs.

When she walked into the living room, Xia Qingdai was surprised to see a somewhat unfamiliar Caucasian young man.

The other person was standing opposite Jane Austen, listening to her playing the piano with a smile on her face.

Caroline and Connie were completely uninterested in it, sitting on the sofa far away from them reading and chatting.

Xia Qingdai is still in a state of forgetting about Westerners she is not familiar with. It's better for good-looking white people, but black people can't even remember their appearance.

The person in front of her was a Westerner whose appearance she did not remember. He was a white man from Ireland.

He was at the small dance around the merry-go-round yesterday when he followed a neighbor who was an officer and came over to watch the fun.

For some unknown reason, he took the liberty of visiting alone again early this morning.

The English during this period looked down upon the Irish very much. Although Ireland was also under British rule, the British basically did not regard the Irish as human beings.

Compared to the wealthy English, the Irish were poor, and the poor were not considered human beings in the eyes of the capitalists.

England basically harvested Ireland as a colony, and the people living on that land were nothing more than the English's leeks.

By the 19th century, Ireland had suffered crop failures and a major famine due to potato fungal diseases.

When the poor in Ireland were starving to death, English merchants even sold Irish grain overseas.

The famine lasted for five years and more than one million poor people in Ireland starved to death. Britain itself would not assist Ireland, and would not allow other countries to lend a helping hand. He will beat anyone who transports food here.

More than one million Irish people who could not survive fled to the United States. On that piece of uniquely fertile land, a new life of making money and building infrastructure began.

The young man in front of him was a very poor white Irish man. His education was funded by an uncle. This time I came to London at the invitation of a military officer friend stationed in Ireland.

Xia Qingdai came over, and Jane smiled brightly at her.

The young man who was unrecognizable in Xia Qingdai's eyes bowed politely to her and did not make a sound because Jane was still playing the piano.

Xia Qingdai looked at Jane and then at the young man with her peripheral vision, feeling a little suspicious.

After playing the song, Jane stood up and introduced to Xia Qingdai: "Xia, this is Thomas Longlos Lefroy; Mr. Lefroy, this is Miss Xia, the owner of this beautiful castle."

After the two sides greeted each other politely, the alarm sounded in Xia Qingdai's mind.

She couldn't remember the appearance, but she remembered the names of Thomas and Lefroy!
Isn't this Jane's first love? A poor boy who couldn't make his own decisions in marriage later married a rich lady and became a chief judge.