I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 421 I like it very much
"It's a great painting. I love it so much." Xia Qingdai patted Owen's shoulder happily, in a way that was intimate but not frivolous.

Owen's face turned red suspiciously, and he looked at Xia Qingdai and said, "Actually, this is not the first painting I drew for you."

"Oh, you have drawn it before? Where is it?" Xia Qingdai blinked and tilted her head to look at Owen.

Owen lowered his eyes slightly and whispered, "I sent it to Mr. Jean-Antoine Udon a long time ago and asked him to sculpt it according to the painting."

Xia Qingdai said happily, "Owen, thank you for your thoughtfulness! I am looking forward to it. Mr. Jean-Antoine Udon's sculpture is definitely worth looking forward to."

"As long as you like it." Owen smiled gently, his eyes full of pampering.

"I like it, I definitely like it." Xia Qingdai was full of joy, standing in front of the painting and said with a smile, "I am not only looking forward to the sculpture, I also like this painting."

Although she would definitely not sell these sculptures and paintings with herself as the model, she could enjoy them for herself. They are much better than her own paintings.

The gentlemen and ladies of the 18th century were very talented in art and entertainment, and Owen was one of the best.

Xia Qingdai felt even better when she thought about the money she had just received from selling songs. Unlike her investment in Mozart, she did not expect a return from Owen when she invested in him, but she did not expect that he would give her valuable feedback.

It feels so good to be running in both directions!
The two were admiring paintings in the attic studio when suddenly a loud noise was heard from below.

Xia Qingdai's sharp ears caught the words "food", "goddess", and "potato". She became curious and walked to the French window and looked out.

"What's that noise outside? It sounds like it's coming from Chinatown."

Her gaze passed through the garden and fell on the small Chinatown. Although she could only see a corner of Chinatown, she could guess how lively the street was at that moment by the number of people in that corner.

Everyone seemed to be queuing up to buy something. They were shoulder to shoulder, whispering to each other, and everyone was holding a large cloth bag in their hands.

Owen quietly walked to Xia Qingdai's side, followed her gaze, and explained, "They are selling affordable grain and affordable firewood over there. I asked the butler David to release them to curb the high prices of grain and charcoal in the market."

"Hey, do you mean that there are grain merchants outside who are raising prices?"

"Yes. Merchants value profit over loyalty, and this has been inevitable since ancient times. With the heavy snow for several days, the grain road was blocked, and the carriages and horses from other places could not enter. The grain merchants in the town thought that the grain was rare and raised the price by more than two times. I thought that there was a lot of grain in the cellar of our villa, and some of it had gone bad. It would be better to release some of it. It would not be wasted and it would be a good deed. It would kill two birds with one stone. What do you think?"

"Well, you did a great job." Xia Qingdai smiled, "Just do it according to your ideas. The things I gave you are yours. You can do with them as you like. You don't have to tell me specifically."

"Okay." Owen also smiled. "That being said, I like to tell you. Unless you find it annoying and don't want to listen."

"Haha, then I don't know how to do that either." Xia Qingdai smiled. "By the way, why don't we go to the welfare home to see the children."

When she saw this, she thought of the poor children in the welfare home. Since she had nothing to do now, she might as well do a surprise inspection.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare the car." In such weather, driving an off-road vehicle is more convenient than riding in a horse-drawn carriage.

Owen bowed slightly to Xia Qingdai and went downstairs to prepare to go out. Xia Qingdai stood in front of the painting again, stroking her chin and looking at it with interest.

After a while, Xia Qingdai pulled up a piece of cotton cloth to cover the painting and Leonardo da Vinci's manuscript beside it. Xia Qingdai always felt guilty for leaving these treasures exposed to the air when she wasn't appreciating them. It was like seeing a running faucet, and she felt uncomfortable if she didn't turn it off.

After packing up, Xia Qingdai slowly opened the door of the attic studio and walked downstairs.

At this time today, I didn't encounter any servants along the way. But just looking at the smooth floor and spotless handrails, I knew that it was not that the servants didn't clean, but that they had already finished cleaning.

Try not to appear under the master's nose, which is the code of conduct for every low-ranking cleaning servant. Everyone assumes that only the close servants are qualified to hang around in front of the master, and the rest of the people should not show their presence in front of the master.

When Xia Qingdai passed by the second floor, she heard the melodious sound of a harp coming from the music room. She stopped and turned her head to see Miss Bai sitting by the harp, playing the piano with her eyes closed.

The sound of the harp flowed from her fingertips, full of the harp's unique clarity and romance.

On days when Xia Qingdai was not in class, Miss Bai would often play musical instruments to entertain herself, adding some background music to the castle.

Xia Qingdai did not go forward to disturb her because she did not want to attend class now and did not need Miss Bai's company.

She walked down the stairs slowly, with light steps, and at the last step she met Owen's lame cousin William who was about to go upstairs.

"Good morning, Miss Countess Xia." William politely took a step back, bowed to Xia Qingdai, and stepped aside to let her go first, showing his gentlemanly manners.

"Good morning, cousin William." Xia Qingdai addressed others by their identities, which made it easier for her to remember.

It was not until Xia Qingdai walked into the reception room that William continued to walk up with a smile on his face.

Seeing Xia Qingdai coming down, Owen immediately stood up and handed Xia Qingdai a small hand warmer wrapped in snow-white rabbit skin. There was a piece of burning charcoal inside, which was very warm.

"Cousin, the car is ready, shall we go to the gate now?"

"Okay, thank you." Xia Qingdai and Owen left side by side.

Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, old Mrs. Owen, who was knitting a carpet, raised her head and shouted, "Dear Owen and Xia, where are you going? Look at the weather, it will snow soon!"

"It's okay. We have trams. We won't be blown by the wind or wet by the snow." Xia Qingdai said mischievously.

As for Owen, he just nodded and did not answer Mrs. Owen's question. He was not the kind of person who would patiently answer everyone's questions.

The welfare house is very close, on an open space at the edge of town. It is only a mile away from Fucui Villa, and you can get there in a blink of an eye.

Now driver Sheridan has fully understood the performance of this toy model car and can drive it with ease without having to worry about the car rolling over on icy roads.

The buildings at the welfare home are very simple, after all, they were cheap ones bought by Xia Qingdai. It doesn't seem so from a distance, but it is a bit rough when you look closely, but the roughness has a sense of beauty.

Compared to the poor people living in thatched huts, the buildings here are beyond their reach.