I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 349: The territory has expanded again
When Xia Qingdai returned home, she happened to meet her brother Xia Shanglu who was about to go out in his uniform.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing? Are you going out so late? Even though you are not on duty today, are you going out?"

Xia Shanglu reached out and gently tapped Xia Qingdai's head, saying, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Lock the door. I won't be back tonight."

"Oh." Xia Qingdai said faintly, "Then you have to stop updating."

"Tsk!" Xia Shanglu shook his head, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and ran downstairs in two steps at a time.

As a people's policeman, writing novels is secondary, and serving the people is the main thing. Even if he has to go out on patrol in the middle of the night, he never regrets choosing this profession.

Since her brother was not there, Xia Qingdai did not hide it and went straight back to her room to change her clothes, then greeted Owen.

After Owen drove onto a new section of the map, she "Duang" and put the red Ferrari toy model car down, then she appeared next to Owen with a thought.

"Hey, Owen, did you cut your hair?" Xia Qingdai tilted her head to look at Owen, and felt her eyes brighten.

"Yes, as you can see, I had my hair trimmed by a barber."

The goddess noticed her changes as soon as she arrived. She was so happy! But she had to hold back her smile. If she showed her happiness, she would look unstable.

Xia Qingdai didn't know what Owen was thinking. She just stared at him with interest for a while until his cheeks turned slightly red. Then she said happily, "Sure enough, any hairstyle can complement a handsome man."

Owen's face turned really red now. The goddess praised me for being handsome!

He took two deep breaths silently and was about to speak when Xia Qingdai pushed open the door of the SUV and jumped out.

"Let's go racing!" Xia Qingdai happily got into the Ferrari.

It's winter now, and the wind is biting cold. Xia Qingdai will not continue to drive a convertible in a flashy way, and decisively installs a glass roof on the sports car.

Owen looked at Xia Qingdai in the big red tram in front of him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, pressed the forward gear, released the brake and chased after her.

Christmas is next Tuesday, and the Christmas atmosphere is already in the air in the rural towns of Britain.

The children were having fun in the fields, not feeling cold or tired at all.

Seeing the red Ferrari representing Xia Qingdai whizzing past on the cement road, they shouted and rode their horses to catch up. This earth-shaking momentum was as if there was a real horse under their seat.

Xia Qingdai didn't bring any delicious food today, so she couldn't share it with the children. And this Ferrari model was not a real Ferrari, so it was naturally impossible to easily remove the glass roof and say hello to the children.

She could only wave and say hello to the children through the car window!
When they returned to Fucui Villa Castle, the servants had already heard the news and were lined up in two rows at the door to greet them.

Xia Qingdai, who came back once a week, became the favorite topic of conversation among the landlords in the surrounding area. Everyone was curious about where she went every day.

If you ask her about it, she will always smile and say nothing, acting mysterious, which makes these gentlemen and ladies who have nothing to do all day feel itchy.

Xia Qingdai did not answer, simply because she felt that one lie would require countless lies to cover it up, so it was better to remain silent and let the other party fill in the blanks.

Sitting on the small sofa in front of the fireplace, Xia Qingdai stretched out her body and said with feeling: "It's still comfortable here!"

Using a fireplace for heating is beautiful, cozy, and not stuffy at all. It is really great.

"How is Chinatown these days?" Xia Qingdai asked about the commercial street she built. Owen replied, "Very good, better than expected, because our stuff is a 'divine object'. Do you need to see the account book?"

"Oh, no need. You can handle it." Xia Qingdai waved her hands quickly. She just asked casually and didn't take it seriously at all. She didn't want to think about these things at all.

Once she put flour, potatoes, lettuce and other things into Lilliput, her feeding task was completed. As for the rest, whether it was further processed or resold, she didn't care much.

People's energy is limited. Her main task now is to study, not to do business. As for Chinatown, it would be best if it develops, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

However, there was one thing that she was very concerned about, which was that now that she had to leave home to go to school every week, her power of faith was being consumed faster and faster, while the speed of replenishment was getting slower and slower.

Are the people here used to the appearance of gods and not as excited as before?

She was thinking about how to attract some new believers, and alms might be a good way.

In this era when people all over the world are still struggling to make ends meet, it should be easy to develop believers.

In the winter of the Little Ice Age, several consecutive heavy snowfalls killed many poor people. Giving alms and charity at this time is definitely the best way to attract believers.

As for whether it will attract the attention of nearby churches, there is no need to assume that it will definitely attract the attention of nearby churches. After all, the real goal of all struggles is power, and no one wants to see others jumping around in their territory.

Xia Qingdai said that if an enemy comes, we will fight back; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth, and there is no way she would retreat.

With her giant stature, if she cannot dominate her own little piece of land, then she would be too weak.

"By the way, Owen, has the final result of the trial of Mr. Anderson, the dragon sculptor, come out?"

"It's out." Owen smiled. "Our legal team lived up to expectations and fought a great battle. We helped Mr. Anderson win the case. Now he just needs to pay a fine."

"Oh, really? Then he doesn't have to be exiled to Australia?"

"It's true. The matter has just been settled. I paid Mr. Anderson's fine. For this, he mortgaged part of the land that was originally going to be auctioned to me."

Xia Qingdai's eyes lit up: "Does it include the forest with many pine martens?"

"Yes."

"How many acres are there in total?" Xia Qingdai didn't know the details before, but now that Owen said that the land would belong to him, she naturally became interested.

"Four hundred acres, most of it forest, the rent is not much, if you want to get money you can only sell the trees."

Xia Qingdai said, "Forget about selling the trees. I have plenty of firewood if I need it. Why bother cutting down trees? It would be nice to keep them for hunting and spring outings."

Owen smiled and said, "As long as you are happy."

Since the 16th century, forests have become a key resource for economic development in the UK.

At that time, coal mining was still very limited and coal had not yet been widely used. Charcoal and wood were the main energy base for industrial and commercial activities, and the degradation and depletion of forest resources were inevitable.

Xia Qingdai doesn't want to cut down the forest, not because she wants to protect Britain's forest resources, but because the concept of energy conservation and environmental protection has been engraved in her bones since childhood. After all, this forest will belong to her in the future.

The West is always shouting about environmental protection, but when it comes to environmental protection and conservation, no one can compare with China. Chinese people are the kind of people who get upset when they see a faucet left on in a TV series.