I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 372 We are different

Just as Xia Qingdai was having a great time riding on the sled, Owen, who had finished his chores, came to the terrace on the second floor and gazed at the direction of the ranch from afar.

Seeing the cloth tied around Xia Qingdai's eyes, Owen looked thoughtful and an idea flashed through his mind.

It must be uncomfortable to have cloth straps tied around your eyes. If you have a pair of dark glasses, can you replace the cloth straps?

It was the sunglasses of the future that Owen had in mind.

In the 12th century, during the Song Dynasty in China, local officials invented sunglasses, which were made of smoky gray quartz.

At that time, it was mainly used to cover one's eyes during the trial so that others could not see. After all, facial expressions can be deceiving, but eyes require professional acting skills.

By the 18th century, the prototype of modern glass sunglasses had already appeared on the market. The lenses were blue and green, and the inventor was a doctor. But at that time, sunglasses only existed in the laboratory and were not put on the market. The only ones available were myopia glasses.

Sunglasses really became popular in the market in the early 20th century. Sunglasses manufactured and sold by American businessmen became popular all over the world along with Hollywood stars.

Owen hadn't been watching for long when the butler David came with a clerk to report on the matter.

We should still be on Christmas holiday, but the boss is very aggressive and insists on cracking down on holidays, so we have to work overtime. Fortunately, since the salary is sufficient, no one dares to quit.

Owen went to work, while Xia Qingdai continued to play sledding in the snow carefreely, until she played with a dozen sled dogs until they were broken.

Now they don't even have the energy to fight, let alone destroy the house. They just follow the breeder to the farm with their heads down.

Xia Qingdai led Mary, who was stamping her feet due to the cold, towards the castle.

"I told you not to wait for me. You must be frozen. Is this hand warmer still warm?" Xia Qingdai tilted her head and asked Mary.

"I'm not cold." Mary handed the hand warmer to Xia Qingdai without a complaint. "The hand warmer is still warm. I've been holding it. Cousin, here, warm your hands quickly."

"No, you keep it. I've been playing for so long, I'm hot now!" Xia Qingdai waved her hand and refused to take the hand warmer.

Although she didn't need to exert much energy sitting on the sled, laughing was also a form of exertion!

Seeing that Xia Qingdai really didn't want it, Mary didn't force it on her. She was almost frozen into a popsicle.

In fact, she was a little confused. Why didn't this mysterious cousin play with the sled dogs for so long when she was not as high and mighty as a real god?

Mary has always regarded Xia Qingdai as a god - even if she is not a real god, she is definitely a messenger of God. In short, she needs to be respected absolutely.

Xia Qingdai did not have the high and mighty airs of ordinary country gentry and nobles. In Mary's heart, this did not make her lose her dignity. Instead, she was more like the proof of the true God.

Because God certainly loves all life equally, whether poor or rich, noble or humble.

Although Xia Qingdai didn't know how wonderful the maid Mary imagined her to be in her heart, she could feel her admiration and care for her.

It can be said that in the ancient castle of Fucui Villa, apart from Owen, the person Xia Qingdai cares about most is her personal maid Mary.

As soon as they entered the castle from the cold outdoors, a wave of warm air hit them in the face. Xia Qingdai took off her outer robe, yawned, and went upstairs to take a nap. Mary took the outer robe that Xia Qingdai took off and followed her silently.

At the corner of the stairs, the two met a maid who was serving afternoon tea. They knelt down and saluted Xia Qingdai: "Good afternoon, cousin. Afternoon tea is ready."

"Well, don't worry about me. I'm going upstairs to take a nap." Xia Qingdai waved her hand indifferently.

"Yes." The maid politely watched Xia Qingdai go upstairs before continuing to walk towards the reception room with the tray.

The hostess usually makes tea by herself, and the servants only prepare hot water, tea leaves and ingredients. This is because tea art is also one of the skills that upper-class women must learn, especially when there are guests. The choice of tea table, tea leaves and teacups all reflect the taste and cultivation of the hostess.

But Fucui Villa didn't have a real mistress, and the new master was still a bachelor. He was not even 20 years old, and in the British upper class, it was not too late to consider marriage in three to five years.

Among the women who often stayed at Fucui Villa, Xia Qingdai rarely appeared because of her studies and was not keen on the tea ceremony. Therefore, Caroline usually did the tea-making work.

But when facing Xia Qingdai, she did not act arrogantly and regard herself as the hostess, even though this was where she had lived since she was a child.

When her father died, she was forced to leave Fucui Villa with her mother. Later, when her mother was critically ill, she had no choice but to return.

Fortunately, Owen did not treat them harshly, and his mysterious oriental cousin even cured his mother's illness. The two took advantage of the situation to restore their relationship as relatives and stayed there for a long time.

In fact, if the relationship between the two families was not so bad before, the new heir should have treated her and her daughter well after her father passed away. If he was sincere, he should have married one of the sisters.

But the two families had not been in touch for many years, and my father died suddenly. My mother was afraid that her nephew would kick her out of the house in disgrace, so she packed up her things and left before Owen came.

Although they are back now, she knows that everything is different and things and people are no longer the same.

Neither the old servants they had left behind nor the newly hired servants took them seriously anymore.

Sometimes Caroline could even see a hint of contempt in the eyes of some new servants, as if they were some kind of dishonorable poor relatives, and her attitude towards them was much worse than that towards Xia Qingdai.

People are very realistic. Although Xia Qingdai is a relative living in Fucui Villa like them, she has Wanghe Villa, which is located in a similar area to the original Fucui Villa.

It's just because the mansion in that villa was collapsed by Thor's hammer and is still under reconstruction, so we are temporarily staying in Fucui Villa.

In addition to Hope Hill, she also has a mansion in the wealthy area of ​​​​London.

When you have property and a house, living with your relatives is not called seeking refuge, it is called maintaining relationships. But for those like them, who have no house and no property, it is called living under someone else's roof.

Not only old Owen and his daughter are aware of this, but everyone in the entire Fucui Villa obviously thinks the same way.

As for her cousin Owen, with her love-struck keen eyes, Caroline was sure that he was as in love as she was.

As long as Xia Qingdai showed the slightest interest, she would immediately become the real mistress of Fucui Villa.

Of course, Caroline was not the only one who saw this, and this was one of the reasons why the male and female butlers of the villa respected Xia Qingdai so much.