I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 409 Rubber King

"Ha, are you really researching rubber tires?" Xia Qingdai just asked casually, but she didn't expect Owen to really do it. "This is not a small business. The rubber industry will be very important in the future."

"Yes." Owen said calmly, "I can see that it has a wide range of uses and is a big industry. So next year we will expand the rubber plantations in the West Indies."

"I remember you sent someone to buy some rubber trees a few months ago, right?"

"Yes, I did it as soon as you mentioned it."

"Hehe, little Owen, you are so active." Xia Qingdai praised with a smile and patted Owen's shoulder gently with her soft hand.

This kind of vague contact made Owen feel numb all of a sudden, his heart was tingling, and he said with a slightly red face: "This is what I should do."

Of course, he had to take everything the goddess said to heart, because the few words she revealed were not only the direction for the future, but also the only way he could give back.

If he simply rests on the goddess' gift without bringing any benefit to her, what is his meaning to her? Anyone can replace him.

But it was obvious that Owen's worries were unnecessary, because he was unique to Xia Qingdai. If she wanted to get out of this primitive map, she had to rely on Owen to open her vision.

"The main industries in the West Indies now are cotton and sugar cane, right?"

"Yes." Owen calmly introduced to Xia Qingdai their current industrial structure in the West Indies.

In order to match the goddess, Irving always reminds himself to be steady and calm, and not to be ignorant and reckless like a teenager.

In order to achieve this goal, Owen read many books and newspapers in private and continued to learn and improve. In addition, the position of sheriff also brought him rich social experience, and the contact with all walks of life also gave him many insights that he had never had before.

The life and death he experienced on the battlefield made his heart stronger than that of ordinary people. With the deliberate training afterwards, he now felt that he could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

After listening to Owen's introduction, Xia Qingdai was silent for a moment. The rubber industry is not a trivial matter. Anyone who touches this industry will definitely be among the top wealth rankings in the future.

After all, natural rubber is one of the important raw materials for a country's military, transportation and civilian industries, and is comparable to oil.

The importance of the country's four major strategic materials: oil, steel, coal and rubber can be imagined.

Xia Qingdai originally did not want to promote technology in the UK. She liked to take what the castle had and just feed it directly. She had no intention of developing technology here. The UK itself was already at the forefront of the world because of the Industrial Revolution, and she did not want to push them any further.

Giving something like a bicycle model was just a spur of the moment thing, and after that I never cared about it again.

But now that she saw Owen was so serious, she began to consider it carefully.

With her help, Owen's research would certainly be much smoother. After all, even if modern technology is too advanced and the supporting industry can't keep up, she can still tell Owen about the technology of the 19th century in advance.

Even if you are just a few decades ahead of others, it is already a remarkable thing.

After a moment, Xia Qingdai made a decision, stood up and said, "Owen, wait a moment, I'll find you some information on this and help you."

As he spoke, he disappeared into the wind and returned to the modern era.

She turned on her phone and searched for English papers on rubber processing on relevant professional websites, then selected a few, paid for them and downloaded them to her phone. Then she took out a beautiful rechargeable mini night light, stretched out her finger and tapped the attic window, and the next second, the French window opened, revealing Owen's blond face.

Xia Qingdai stuffed the phone in through the window, adjusted the position with her fingers so that the phone was against the wall panel on the side, and then stuffed the mini night light in, and then she thought about it and returned to the castle.

At this time, Owen had closed the attic window and looked at Xia Qingdai who had reappeared without saying a word, waiting for her to speak first.

Xia Qingdai stepped forward and entered the password on her phone, clicked on the file she had just saved, turned around and smiled at Owen: "Look, this is the secret of rubber processing."

Owen looked up at the subtitles on the giant screen in front of him and read them carefully. After just a moment, he was sure that this was an article from the future.

He was more interested in Xia Qingdai's world than the rubber processing method.

"Are you... from the future?" Owen asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Hey, is it written here?" Xia Qingdai turned her head to look at the screen of her mobile phone. The screen was full of English letters and a lot of professional terms, which hindered her reading speed to a certain extent.

But she didn't see any description of time on it, and she didn't know how Owen figured it out. But it didn't matter, because she didn't really want to be the god in Owen's heart anyway.

So she smiled and said, "Well, yes, I am from the future."

Owen's eyes flashed with a strange light: "Is the technology of the future so advanced?"

"Haha!" Xia Qingdai laughed, without explaining, and just said mischievously, "Guess!"

Owen also smiled, his eyes were warm, and he had countless thoughts in his mind, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After a while, Owen asked, "Can I transcribe this article?"

"Of course." Xia Qingdai bought it for Owen. "You should study rubber carefully. Maybe you can become a rubber king in the future!"

Owen's mouth corners slightly raised: "Okay, listen to you. I'll go downstairs to get a pen and paper and write it down."

"Well, you go."

Owen went downstairs. Xia Qingdai thought for a while and ran to the studio next door to appreciate Leonardo da Vinci's manuscripts.

In order to appreciate these works at night, Xia Qingdai moved the mini night light to the adjacent painting room.

Such a night light is much better than a candlestick, lighting up the small attic as bright as day. The light coming through the door is enough to light up the observatory next door.

The night returned to silence.

Xia Qingdai was looking at paintings in the studio, while Owen, who had taken paper and pen, sat in front of his mobile phone screen, copying an article about rubber processing methods.

Although Owen was just a small English country gentleman in the past, not even a noble, but now he has Xia Qingdai by his side, which gives him enough confidence no matter which direction he develops.

Owen has secretly decided to build up the rubber kingdom and never let Xia Qingdai down for her kindness today.