I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 404 Working hard to make money
Xia Qingdai enthusiastically practiced the piano with Owen, not only because she liked it, but more importantly, because she wanted to make money from it.

Only when you have practiced them thoroughly, can you confidently say that these are your songs.

She deeply hoped that she could sell it at a good price this time, so that she could alleviate some of the pressure of the mortgage.

"Requiem" is a masterpiece that Mozart gave to himself at the end of his life. The whole work was originally planned to have eight parts and 14 movements in total.

However, after Mozart wrote the first eight bars of the eighth movement, "The Day of Tears", he passed away, leaving behind an unfinished chapter.

Most of the thick letter was about the musical notes of this article.

Although Mozart had a tragic fate and was still fighting with death when he wrote this piece, the work he finally presented was always full of love and optimism, and never based on pain.

His body and soul seemed to be practicing separately. No matter how dirty his body was, his soul would always remain as pure as a baby.

Even though the "Requiem" was written for the dead, its difficult and obscure melody can still make people feel the infinite love and longing for life. Playing it for a long time can cleanse the soul. This is the magic of music.

The money-making aura that originally emanated from Xia Qingdai was gradually dispelled by the sound of the piano.

When she and Owen practiced absorbedly until almost eleven o'clock, Caroline and others began to get up one after another.

A servant came to announce that breakfast was ready and asked the two counts to move to the breakfast room.

Xia Qingdai said to Owen, "Go have breakfast. I've had it in heaven, so I won't eat it."

"Oh." Owen nodded without asking any more questions.

After being renovated and redecorated, the castle also has a breakfast room where the owner can have breakfast and dinner separately.

The family is becoming more and more aristocratic, and they live like an old aristocrat.

But today, Xia Qingdai didn't have the leisure to go to the breakfast room for breakfast. She was busy practicing the piano. Besides, for her, this was just a midnight snack, not as important as breakfast, so it didn't matter whether she ate it or not.

James, who was having a meal in the breakfast room, heard the piano music upstairs and commented: "This piece of music sounds a bit sad. It's not suitable to be played in the morning."

"Indeed." Caroline supported his opinion.

The others remained silent. After a moment, the piano music changed and the style became much lighter and simpler.

Everyone has a sense of déjà vu and can hum it when they hear it.

There was a barely perceptible smile on Owen's lips, because he recognized that this was the song he wrote for Xia Qingdai, and it contained his hidden thoughts.

It seems that the goddess really likes this song and is not just being polite. She is willing to practice this song even when she is alone.

But little Owen was actually overthinking it. The reason why Xia Qingdai changed this song to practice had nothing to do with her liking for it, but simply because this song was relatively simple to practice.

Compared to the epic "Requiem", this style of music, which is a bit like modern pop music, is much easier to compose. Any lyrics she writes will be catchy. She can even imagine the song becoming a hit on the streets.

If Owen's music hadn't been available, Xia Qingdai would have been forced to copy Mozart's "Requiem" and sell it for money, but now there seems to be a better choice.

She could sell Irving's music first and then sell Mozart's Requiem when she had the chance.

Owen's song is more suitable for pop music, and it seems to be easier to sell. In modern society, people are more willing to spend money on pop music than on classical music. "Miss Xia is still playing the piano. Isn't she going to come down for dinner?" James said after waiting for a while and seeing Xia Qingdai coming downstairs.

Owen said calmly, "Yeah."

After hearing what Owen said, everyone stopped asking questions.

Originally, Xia Qingdai was often elusive and didn't like to socialize with others. She was either traveling by car or staying alone in her room. Everyone was used to it. No one was surprised that she didn't come down for breakfast today.

However, some people secretly felt sorry for Xia Qingdai. After all, everything on the table today was food given by God.

The breakfast prepared by the cook for everyone was a huge "chicken claw", served with milk bread and a few slices of cucumber.

"Wow! It's a cucumber!" Caroline was surprised. This thing is very precious at this time of year.

"Is this also a gift from God?" Connie asked Owen.

"Yes." Owen has never been in the mood to chat with everyone at the dinner table, so his answer was brief and Connie did not ask any further questions.

When Xia Qingdai was lying on the glass tank feeding everyone early in the morning, this group of 18th-century gentry were sleeping soundly in their beds and naturally did not feel the shock of food falling from the sky.

Last night, everyone attended an all-night dance party at the home of Mr. Marken, the former richest man in Ifra Town. They had so much fun that they couldn't get up in the morning and slept in together.

Moreover, the sunrise in the UK is relatively late in winter, giving unproductive gentlemen and ladies more reasons to stay in bed.

The only exception was Owen, who not only did not go to the dance, but also kept the daylight saving time routine of going to bed early and getting up early.

After breakfast, it is customary for the ladies to leave the breakfast room first, leaving the men inside.

If there are men who love to smoke, it is a good opportunity to have a cigarette after dinner. But today, the young people in Fucui Villa are not interested in tobacco. They just drink some wine, talk about political topics that men cannot do without, and care about national affairs.

Owen only sat inside for a short while before he wanted to get up and leave. At this moment, the melodious piano music from upstairs suddenly stopped.

He sat back on the stool and continued to listen to his cousins' speeches.

At this time, Xia Qingdai has quietly returned to the modern era. She is sitting cross-legged on the bed, opening her laptop to upload a newly recorded song demo - not Mozart's long "Requiem", but a short song composed by Irving that is more suitable for the aesthetics of modern young people.

She wanted to make a little money by selling Irving's simple piece first. As for Mozart's masterpiece, she was not in a hurry and would release it after she had thoroughly mastered it.

Xia Qingdai and Owen recorded this light-hearted little song twice. One time was a video, filmed directly facing Owen; the other time was a pure recording without any pictures. The one uploaded to the music website this time was also the recording version.

After uploading the video, Xia Qingdai sent a message to the editor of the music website who had added her as a friend.

Xia Qingdai, who once sold a masterpiece at a sky-high price, is not an unknown person on the website. She is considered a platinum songwriter and ranks high on the editor's attention list.

It was already midnight in modern times, but the editor of the music website hadn't gone to bed yet.

Shortly after Xia Qingdai sent the WeChat message, the other party replied and said that they would keep an eye out for a suitable buyer for her.

For Xia Qingdai, the rest depended on luck, so she just turned off the computer and ignored it.

In another city, after Xia Qingdai sent this message, the editor immediately sat up, opened the backend of the website, and listened to the demo song that Xia Qingdai had just uploaded.