I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 353 Giving
Today's Chinatown is particularly lively. Although there are only eight ancient oriental buildings on the street, its popularity has surpassed that of the town of Ifra.

The reason for this scene is not that Chinatown really has so many customers, but because there is an advertisement for free lettuce here today.

Even though communication in the 18th century was basically done by shouting, when it came to spreading news that the common people liked to hear, the speed would definitely not be slower than the reproduction of cockroaches.

In front of this wooden building at the innermost part of Chinatown, there are two large lettuces lying horizontally, one on the left and one on the right.

How big is it? It's big enough to be hugged by two or three small people.

The crowd queuing for relief was whispering all the time.

Some people swore, "Did you see this? This is the lettuce given by God. Eating this lettuce will cure all diseases."

Someone else agreed: "Yes, yes, this is lettuce from heaven. Eating it will definitely protect you from all evil."

Someone was constantly praying in a low voice with a pious look on his face, but what he was chanting was not God, but the true God.

Xia Qingdai stood happily by the second-floor window of the ancient wooden building, overlooking the opposite side through the translucent opaque white curtains.

The charity was presided over by the assistant pastor Co Prince. David, the head steward of Fucui Villa, led the security team to maintain order. The housekeeper Lim led the servants to distribute the donations, and Miss Bai was in charge of registration.

Everyone performed their duties and everything was in order. Although there were many people, there was no chaos.

Xia Qingdai returned to the modern world early this morning to prepare for this charity. She chose a supermarket near her home on the mobile shopping website app and placed an order for a 2,500-gram bag of flour, three large lettuces, a pound of beans, a box of Bright Milk, and a stick of Anchor butter.

Although there are not many types of food, for ordinary people, these foods are the most attractive. The grand scene of queuing is the same as when Huaxia invited old ladies and old men to pick up eggs when a new store opened.

There was a lot of noise below, like the quacking of hundreds of ducks. Everyone's face was filled with a hopeful smile, and some families who were facing food shortages were even laughing and crying at the same time.

Xia Qingdai's hearing is better than that of ordinary people. Normally, she should avoid such a noisy situation.

But now with the supplement of the power of faith, she didn't find these noises noisy at all.

Although the power of faith provided by this group of people after receiving benefits was not much, there were many people coming. When the power of faith accumulated, it was still considerable.

Letting people from all over the country feel the blessing of God will help spread the legend of God.

Owen was reading a book not far from Xia Qingdai. He had no interest in watching the excitement below. Moreover, he was not like Xia Qingdai, who could feel the real power of faith. It was inevitable that he would feel bored after watching for a long time, so it was better to read a book.

Co. Prince is a great preacher, and it would be a great idea for him to host this charity event.

He worked very hard and was not half-hearted at all.

His position as assistant pastor was donated by his aunt, which was equivalent to a career system in later generations. He would not be kicked out of the church easily, so he would not be restricted in doing things.

Compared to the illusory stone God, Co. Prince obviously believed in the real God more. This time, he was invited to distribute God-given food to the surrounding civilians at Fucui Villa. Strictly speaking, it was considered as a religious apostasy, but Co. Prince didn't care at all. He was not sure whether God would not forgive him, after all, God never communicated with him. But the real God would really remember his kindness, because Earl Owen, who could communicate with the real God, said that after the matter was done, the real God had a special gift for him!

Co. Prince simply couldn't bear to part with the assistant pastor's income, otherwise he would have taken off his priest's robes and joined the arms of the true God long ago.

After a busy morning, when everything was distributed, Chinatown was still as clean as before. This was because the housekeeper David said that the true God hated dirt the most, so who would dare to urinate, spit, and litter on this ancient street given by the true God?
As for the truthfulness of David's words, few people would question it.

After all, the huge lettuces, beans, and butter were all right before their eyes, constantly telling them about God’s miracles.

After absorbing enough power from faith, Xia Qingdai finally sat contentedly on the sofa in front of the fireplace and said to Owen, "Are you tired of reading all the time?"

What Owen read was not novels for relaxation and entertainment or poems for cultivating sentiment, but highly professional works by Newton and others.

It takes a little bit of talent to read this kind of book without falling asleep.

Owen closed the book, tilted his head to look at Xia Qingdai and said, "No, reading is a happy thing."

"Those books in your family that have been passed down for generations were taken away and sold by old Mrs. Owen. What a pity!" Owen had already let go of the matter, but Xia Qingdai still kept it in mind.

Seeing him holding a book wherever he goes, I couldn't help but sigh again.

Books in this era were very precious and there were not many bookstores. It was not easy to buy good books. Many family collections of books were collected by generations.

Most of the books in the Fucui Villa castle were destroyed by old Mrs. Owen, which made Xia Qingdai, who had always regarded the entire castle as her own, feel unhappy every time she thought about it.

When Xia Qingdai first got this castle, the cellar here was empty enough for horses to run in! Compared with other landlords, Owen is in a miserable situation.

But Owen was emotionally stable and never made things difficult for Mrs. Owen because of this matter.

Hearing Xia Qingdai's emotion, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Not entirely. A batch of books that were taken away are already on their way back. It's only a matter of time before they are returned to their original owners."

"You are quite optimistic." Xia Qingdai shrugged and did not continue to elaborate.

"I've always been open-minded." Owen took out his pocket watch and checked the time, then said to Xia Qingdai, "Do you want to continue watching here? Most of the people who came to collect their things have left."

"No more." Xia Qingdai picked up the fur coat on the sofa and put it on, saying, "Let's go, go for a walk in the town, and pick up Jane from Reverend Austin's house to have afternoon tea together."

"Okay, as you order." Owen raised his hand and rang the bell, telling his personal servant to prepare the car.

Today they came out in an off-road vehicle. An off-road vehicle doesn't have a poop-pulling horse, so it's cleaner.

Xia Qingdai got another battery for the off-road vehicle so that Owen could use it as a replacement when she was not at home.

Of course, if you drive an off-road vehicle every day, two fully charged batteries are still not enough, but if you just go out occasionally, it is more than enough.