I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 373: Carriage from London
The days are short in winter, and Xia Qingdai had just gone upstairs to sleep when it became dark.

At this time, ordinary people have usually finished the most important meal of the day. If there is nothing to do, they will go to bed, so the whole town becomes very quiet.

During the lean season, apart from the gentry and nobles, the common people had little nighttime entertainment. Going to bed early would not make you feel hungry, and it would also reduce food consumption.

At this moment, the sound of a horse-drawn carriage was heard on the cement road of Fucui Villa.

"Hey, there are still people coming here in a carriage in this horrible weather." The security team who had been patrolling the villa since dark were very surprised and raised their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

"It's a carriage from London." Someone with sharp eyes recognized the mark on the carriage. Xia Qingdai often ordered dresses from London, and everyone in the villa knew the delivery vehicles.

It is extremely time-consuming to hand-make a high-end skirt. It may take at least two or three months to make it, and then another seven or eight days to deliver it to your home.

But this is also worth it, because the craftsmanship of the court tailor is incomparable to that of the small town tailor.

Xia Qingdai sells ordinary 18th century mainland imperial dresses in her online store for one or two thousand yuan each. Business is not particularly good, so she does not stock a lot.

But what was sent from London this time was different. It was high-end custom-made goods that could be sold at a high price.

Because of the ice and snow, the delivery time had been extended by many days than originally planned, so once they arrived in the town, even though it was already dark, the deliverymen did not delay and drove directly to Fucui Villa.

The sooner you finish your work, the sooner you can finish it.

In this kind of situation, Xia Qingdai should personally inspect and accept the goods. If she is not satisfied with anything, she can ask them to make changes on the spot.

Also delivering the goods was the court tailor's chief apprentice, whose skills were already very close to his master's, and it was no difficulty for him to make some minor changes.

"Mr. Owen, do you want to inform my cousin?" The servant walked into Owen's study and reported the situation to him.

Owen kept writing and said calmly, "Why rush? Let them wait in the lounge for a while until Miss Cousin wakes up."

"Yes." The servant bowed and stepped back.

I secretly blamed myself for being an idiot, and I need to improve my ability to read people's expressions!
Their house is different now. Fucui Villa is now an earl's house. Mr. Owen is not just an ordinary country gentleman, but a distinguished earl!

My cousin is not an ordinary girl, but a rarer countess.

What was the point of asking the court tailors from London to wait? It was wrong for him to bother the Earl for such a small matter.

Regardless of what the servants were thinking, Caroline and old Mrs. Irving, who were sitting in the reception room drinking afternoon tea, had heard the noise and rang the bell.

The maid answered and entered, "Old Mrs. Irving and Miss Caroline, is there anything I can help you with?"

"What's that noise outside? Who would come here in this weather? Why do I hear the word London?" Old Mrs. Irving asked questions in rapid succession.

There was nothing to hide, and the servant immediately replied: "It is the delivery carriage sent by the London court tailor."

The mother and daughter looked at each other, and Caroline asked, "Is this the dress that Miss Xia ordered?"

The servant replied respectfully, "I think so."

"Call them in, and let us see what styles are in fashion in London now." "Yes, I'll let them know right away."

Old Owen and his daughter wanted to see the new dress made by the London court tailor as a pastime. Unexpectedly, the deliveryman rejected this request, saying that only the real buyer, Countess Xia Qingdai, was qualified to open the box first.

After all, these are several sets of priceless high-end custom-made goods, which were not affordable for ordinary gentry in the 18th century. They are equivalent to high-end custom-made luxury goods in later generations.

Ordinary people just want to see the VIP styles, but that is not possible.

Being rejected mercilessly, Old Owen and his daughter were naturally unhappy. But there was nothing they could do, because they really couldn't afford the custom-made goods from the court tailor.

A skirt like this may cost more than their annual income.

However, both of them had made up their minds to follow Xia Qingdai to see the world.

Xia Qingdai, who was lying upstairs absorbing the power of faith and sleeping soundly, did not hear any movement downstairs and was sleeping soundly.

High-quality sleep allows her to get rid of previous fatigue in just three hours and start a new day full of energy.

In modern times, Xia Shanglu was so excited about buying a big house that he didn't sleep well the whole night and worked hard on reading novels like a chicken with blood injected.

He woke up early the next day. He walked out of the room, washed up, looked at his sister's closed door, took out his cell phone, left her a message, and then went out early.

Although he didn't sleep well yesterday, Xia Shanglu didn't feel tired at all. He even had the energy to go to the gym in the institute to exercise early in the morning.

As a policeman, it is not enough to just type, physical exercise is also important.

Not long after Xia Shanglu left, Xia Qingdai woke up.

She thought about it and returned to the modern era.

It was 6 o'clock in the evening in the 6th century, which corresponds to o'clock in the morning today. Xia Qingdai was sitting on her bed, browsing her cell phone, and saw her brother's message.

She took her phone into the bathroom, replied while washing up, then clicked on the messages sent by other people and read them one by one.

The messages her roommates sent in the group were all meaningless chats, and she just read them and didn't reply. However, she responded to a few of the messages Wang Yan sent her last night.

The other party's affair in Jiangcheng obviously made her feel very good, and she shared a lot of good mood last night.

Xia Qingdai smiled slightly, knowing that she didn't have to accompany this childhood friend who came from afar today. He had no intention of getting together with her at all, and was having a good time with the "online friend" she met by chance!

Alas, when people reach the age of falling in love, most of them tend to put love before friendship!
Seeing that there was nothing important, Xia Qingdai returned to the castle. It was already dark, and it was time for her to change into formal clothes and go downstairs to prepare for dinner.

Yesterday, Xia Qingdai made an appointment with Jane Austen and her sisters to have dinner together today. It would be inconvenient for them to walk here in this weather, so Xia Qingdai considerately sent a carriage to pick them up.

By the way, while waiting for the guests, she asked the court tailoring team from London to bring a new dress over for her to inspect.

There were three people who traveled all the way from London to serve Xia Qingdai. One was the chief disciple of the palace's chief tailor and was now one of the palace's royal tailors. One was a coachman and bodyguard. The other was more special, a model who showed Xia Qingdai clothes.

To the naked eye, the other person's figure is almost the same as Xia Qingdai's. The tailor must have taken great pains to choose such a model to serve her.