I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 403 I also wrote a song for you

The true God gave food again, and the busy servants put down their work and lined up impatiently to receive it.

Xia Qingdai happily lay on the glass tank and overlooked the scene, feeling the satisfaction of having a pet.

After more than half an hour, the food, which was like a small mountain to the little people, was finally distributed. Xia Qingdai watched it for a long time with relish, just like watching a live broadcast, without any impatience at all.

After the little people dispersed, Xia Qingdai reached out and picked up the measuring cup of flour and the bowl of lettuce and yam. Just as she was about to put them back in the kitchen, she heard the bell of a postman's car from below.

Xia Qingdai was suddenly alert. She quickly put down the dishes and leaned over the mouth of the glass jar to watch the postman's car appear at the edge of the glass jar the next second.

Of course it couldn't be the newspaper deliveryman at this time, it must be the letter deliveryman.

Xia Qingdai watched Owen take the letter from David and asked him quickly, "Owen. Who is the letter from?"

Irving looked up and replied, "Your patron, Mr. Mozart."

"Ha! It's him!" Xia Qingdai was happy when she heard it, "Wait for me."

After saying that, she immediately took the plate to the kitchen, put it in the dishwasher, and pressed the wash button. Just as she was about to go back, she suddenly felt that since all the dishes she had been given today were farm-style vegetarian dishes, she should have some meat.

There were a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. Xia Qingdai cut a small piece of beef and picked two cooked blue crab legs.

For modern people, it is very convenient to eat if it is broken into this size, but for the Lilliputians, it is obviously not broken enough. She picked up the crab eating set and broke the crab legs into pieces again, and put them on a small plate.

Then she took two braised chicken feet, which is my aunt's specialty. The chicken feet are stewed until soft and tasty, and taste great.

After the meat dishes, let's have some fruit. She took two cherries, a tangerine, which is indispensable for the New Year's goods, and a cucumber, which is extremely expensive in the UK this season.

After getting her things, Xia Qingdai tiptoed back to her room. When she passed the study and saw the light coming through the crack in the door, she knew that her brother was still concentrating on typing.

She smiled slightly, thinking that there might be new music in Mozart's letter today, so she could pay off part of the mortgage in advance.

After returning to the room and locking the door, Xia Qingdai summoned Owen again and put down all the things she had just put away.

She used crab shears to cut off the four claws of the chicken claw one by one. She and Owen and the others only had to eat one claw for a day, and the other three were shared with the servants. As for the meat on the big bone, it was used as a snack for the dogs on the farm.

The same goes for other ingredients. The masters never eat alone. Every servant and guard in Fucui Villa has a share.

In addition to his personal servants and guards, Owen also rewarded the children in the orphanage. He also rewarded the clerks, police officers and detectives who served him on government payroll.

Today is another lively and happy day for the whole manor. When buying vegetables at the farmer's market, the servants of other manors exchanged news and heard that Fucui Manor had more delicious food to share. They were so envious that their eyes turned red.

I really want to be a servant in Fucui Villa. If I can't be a servant, I can be a tenant farmer. I can get the same share, but it's relatively less.

But now Fucui Villa is not affordable for everyone. During the heavy snowstorm last year, Fucui Villa recruited many homeless people and widows and widowers. After several rounds of KPI assessments this year, some of them were eliminated.

It would be difficult for new people to get in, because the number of people in Fucui Villa had already exceeded the standard of ordinary villas. Now every additional person was an unnecessary expense, and one had to be particularly outstanding to be accepted by the housekeeper.

As for the owner of the manor, Earl Owen, he could not see him at all, as he was not in charge of hiring servants. Not to mention how much the people in the town envied the Fucui Manor for distributing New Year's goods, Xia Qingdai had happily transformed into a villain after distributing the food, and traveled through time and space to the room in the castle.

She couldn't wait to push the door open and find Owen in the study, asking him to get the letter that the postman had just delivered.

Owen calmly handed the letter to Xia Qingdai, who couldn't wait to open the envelope. When she flipped through it, the musical note she had been expecting jumped into her eyes.

"Yes!" Xia Qingdai happily clenched her fist and waved it, then she began to read the letter carefully from the first line. The content of the letter was roughly as follows:
The first point, of course, was to express gratitude to Xia Qingdai; the second point was to inform Xia Qingdai that their family had arrived in London and moved into the house that she asked lawyer Henry to rent for her; the third point, and the one that excited Xia Qingdai the most, was that Mozart attached the complete score of "Requiem"!

Historically, Mozart died before the completion of the Requiem, and it was later continued by his students, which is a great regret in the music world.

And what Xia Qingdai has in her hand now is the complete "Requiem"!

Today, she is no longer an ignorant person. She has learned piano for so long with her tutor Miss Bai and Ou Wen, so she has no problem reading a music score.

Of course, this song is also dedicated to Xia Qingdai. Although it is not as tailor-made as "To Xia Qingdai", it also makes her excited.

After reading the letter, Xia Qingdai looked at Owen with sparkling eyes: "Owen, please help me play it. I want to record a demo."

Owen took the music sheet calmly and said, "Okay, no problem."

After saying that, he took the lead and went to the music room, and Xia Qingdai followed closely.

Among the hundreds of rooms on the three floors and attic of this castle, the music room on the second floor is one of the most frequently used rooms. Both Owen and Xia Qingdai are willing to spend time in it whenever they have free time.

Sitting in front of the bookcase-like piano with a very 18th-century style, Owen clipped the music score, read it silently, stretched out his fingers and clenched them in the air twice as a warm-up, then put his fingers on the keys, and melodious music followed.

Xia Qingdai and Owen sat together on a long piano bench. Xia Qingdai closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his piano. She felt as if all the noise in the world had left her body, leaving only the sound of the piano lingering in her mind.

When the song ended, Xia Qingdai opened her eyes and smiled brightly, "It's really beautiful."

She cast her eyes on the music score and continued, "Teach me, I want to play this piece of music by heart!"

Owen was silent for a moment before he said, "Okay."

But he didn't teach immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly to look at Xia Qingdai, his cheeks slightly red as he said, "I also wrote a song. Would you please listen to it?"

Xia Qingdai's eyes sparkled, and she looked at Owen happily and said, "Really? Then play it quickly! I want to listen!"

Seeing Xia Qingdai so happy, Owen raised his lips slightly: "Okay."

The sound of the piano sounded again. For some reason, this song sounded even better to Xia Qingdai than Mozart's music. It had a feeling of a combination of pop and classical music, like the style of Milk Tea Lun.

"Wow! Owen, you are amazing, this song is so beautiful!" Xia Qingdai praised generously, "Teach me quickly, I want to learn it!"

Owen's eyes lit up with joy when he heard this, and even his voice became higher: "Okay!"

His efforts these days were not in vain! He knew that the goddess would like this tune, and he often heard her unconsciously humming the simple and catchy melody.