I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 365 Security Issues
As Xia Qingdai and Owen were riding in a sleigh in a hurry, whizzing through the cement in front of the castle, Caroline, who was embroidering with her mother in the small and warm salon of the castle, happened to turn her head and look over.

She was struck by Xia Qingdai's fleeting smile outside the window, and said with envy: "It's so cold, but Xia is not afraid of the cold at all, she's having so much fun."

"She knows how to keep fit."

Old Mrs. Owen still liked Xia Qingdai very much. She was the oriental miracle doctor who often gave her cupping, massage, and acupuncture! She believed that there was no one in the world with better medical skills than Xia Qingdai.

"Mom, look, the fur coat Xia is wearing is made of the white fox fur that cousin Owen hunted himself."

Old Mrs. Owen looked out in the direction Caroline pointed, but could only see a figure walking away into the wind. She turned back to look at her little daughter and sighed, "Miss Xia is away studying all year round, and only comes back to Fucui Villa for two days occasionally. She didn't even come for Christmas. You live here every day, why don't you try to please Owen?"

Caroline retracted her gaze and whispered, "Mom! Can't you see? Cousin Owen's heart is all on Miss Xia. It's useless for me to please him. He doesn't like to pay attention to me."

"Oh!" sighed old Mrs. Irving, her eyes full of disappointment in her little daughter.

Not to mention Owen, even Mr. Brown from Towle Manor and his cousin Mr. Lister seemed to look down on her little daughter.

This really made old Mrs. Owen a little worried. She really didn't know when her youngest daughter would find her true love.

Although she felt a little disappointed with her daughter, Mrs. Owen sighed and began to teach her little daughter again, telling her how to attract the attention of gentlemen of status at her age.

For old Mrs. Irving, her little daughter's life would be perfect if she could marry a rich bachelor.

Her remaining burden in life now is to help her little daughter marry a man of her dreams.

Caroline, whose mother was worried about her marriage, couldn't help but secretly touch her chest, where hung a silver necklace given by her lover.

She turned a deaf ear to her mother's nagging.

After a while, when old Mrs. Irving had finished speaking, Caroline couldn't help but ask, "Mom, when are we going to Mrs. Hans's house again? I heard that their family is full of military officers recently."

"Those who join the army are all young sons without property. What's so strange about that? They are too lazy to go." Old Mrs. Owen frowned when she heard about the officer. "Who would be willing to leave the warm fireplace in this weather?"

She felt that her daughter seemed to have something wrong with her brain. Marriage is either for money or for beauty, and everything else is just an illusion. Her daughter didn't seem to understand that, and there was actually an officer worshipping her.

What was there to worry about with those lousy guys in the Bolton militia? She even regretted going to Bolton as invited by her old neighbor, Mrs. Hans, and giving her little daughter the opportunity to meet that group of proletarian officers.

Not to mention the thoughts of Mrs. Owen and her daughter, Xia Qingdai had already arrived at the pastor's apartment, pulled by a group of sled dogs.

Miss Austin, who was sitting by the fireplace doing embroidery, was a little surprised when she heard the guests talking outside the door.

There were people who went out to grab discounted goods in this weather, but there were really no people who came out to visit each other. Xia Qingdai and Owen were the exceptions.

"Isn't it nice to roast potatoes and stew sweet potatoes by a warm fireplace?" Miss Austin was a little confused.

Jane heard Xia Qingdai's voice outside the door on the second floor, and ran down happily, hugged Xia Qingdai's arm, and jumped happily with her on the spot.

"Xia, you are finally back! What new and interesting things did you see outside this time?"

Xia Qingdai shrugged: "This time it's not very good, I guess it won't be pleasing to your ears." "That's not necessarily true, tell me what you think!"

As she spoke, Jane Austen led Xia Qingdai to her room on the second floor.

Although firewood is expensive in the cold winter, Pastor Austin's family had the help of God this year and got plenty of firewood, so it was no problem to light a fireplace upstairs and downstairs.

Xia Qingdai was also happy to follow Jane to her room.

If ladies of this era did not have their own salons, they would use their bedrooms as places to entertain guests.

Jane had just revised part of the manuscript of "Pride and Prejudice" today and happened to show it to Xia Qingdai.

While Xia Qingdai followed Jane upstairs to talk about girlish things, Owen was sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace downstairs, chatting awkwardly with Pastor Austin and his wife.

As they were talking, they came to the point where their maid risked breaking her legs to go to town to buy super cheap white bread.

When Owen heard this, the sheriff became sensitive and asked the two men in detail about the white bread and requested that they bring the white bread over for him to see.

Looking at the white bread, Owen felt something was wrong, so he said to the Austins, "I'm very interested in this white bread. Can you two give it up?"

"Oh, of course." Mrs. Austin nodded quickly.

Owen gave the white bread to Mrs. Austin to wrap up and take it away when he left.

The white bread was put aside first. When Owen saw the tea that Pastor Austin took out, his brows frowned slightly again.

Pastor Oss was enthusiastically introducing this tea from the East to Owen. He did not mention the purchase price, but only said that this tea came from China in the East, and emphasized this several times.

The tea from Oriental China is not an imitation of India. Everyone knows the value of it.

Owen waited for Pastor Austin to finish praising the pot of tea for a long time, and it only took him a few words to break his defense.

In fact, he didn't say anything. He just gently picked up a few tea leaves from the tea can and said lightly, "These are all fake. They were made by soaking blackthorn in copper sulfate."

"Ah? Your Excellency, please forgive my ignorance, but what is copper sulfate?"

"It's a little gadget favored by alchemists and widely used in industrial production. It's easily soluble in water and appears as blue crystals. It can be used to color blackthorns. With a little bit of drying technology, it's enough to make it look real in some places."

Owen's words were subtle, but what he meant was that this kind of "Oriental black tea" could be seen through by anyone with a little knowledge.

Unfortunately, because of their poverty, Reverend Austin and his family did not know much about what real oriental tea was like.

"Ah! This tea was bought from Charlotte, a famous small businessman in town. How could he be so black-hearted!" Pastor Oss swore that he would find Charlotte to give a clear explanation.

Owen didn't participate in this. He picked up a book at random and started studying.