I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 465: There is a flood outside

The storm was so fierce that in some areas the rainfall reached nearly 100 mm in one hour.

East London was already flooded, not to mention the basements, some houses even had half of their first floors flooded. The owners were helplessly squatting on high furniture, looking at their houses soaked in water and wanting to cry but no tears.

It is not uncommon to have frequent floods in summer. Not to mention in the 18th century, even in modern times, urban flooding is very common when there is a torrential rain.

However, sudden heavy rain like today's is still relatively rare.

Many carriages on the main road that did not have time to avoid the heavy rain were stranded on the road. The coachman did not dare to drive the carriage in the muddy flood. Who knew if there were any sewer covers washed away by the flood?
Going forward rashly will only bring unknown dangers.

Xia Qingdai lay in front of the glass tank and watched from the sidelines, not wanting to take out the plastic hose to pump out the floodwaters. Last year at Fucui Villa, she had pumped out mountain torrents and put them into her own toilet, thus alleviating the flooding in Fucui Villa.
But the environment in London cannot be compared with that in Fucui Villa. One is a rural mountain flood, and the other is a city flood. The water quality they encounter is completely different.

London's well-developed public carriage system, in addition to bringing convenience to people, also produces a huge amount of horse manure. Now, after being washed away by the flood and mixed with sewage, the smell is terrible.

Xia Qingdai would never dare to suck the sewage into the modern sewers. Who knows how many bacteria and viruses there are in it? She dare not even think about it. If she sucked it into the modern society and caused a biochemical crisis, she would be guilty.

So far, only the eastern part has been flooded. The drainage system in the west is relatively better, and there has not been any serious waterlogging. Xia Qingdai's villa is in a better location, close to the Thames, and the pressure is lighter.

As long as her home was not affected, Xia Qingdai didn't care whether there was a flood outside.

In such bad weather, she was reluctant to let Owen go to open the map manually. The safest thing to do was of course to stay at home and listen to the sound of rain through the glass.

After a while, Xia Qingdai suddenly saw a wisp of thick green smoke floating from the east side of the villa from time to time. Needless to say, that was the power of faith.

When faced with natural disasters, people pray most devoutly!
Xia Qingdai took a deep breath and suddenly remembered that she still had many followers in London. After all, last year's smashing of the palace and the Parliament Building attracted many admirers.

Now half of the underground forces in London believe in the patron saint of the Owen family, especially the Black Face Gang that was quietly recruited by Owen. They are Xia Qingdai's loyal fans.

Not only did they secretly hire craftsmen to carve imaginary goddess pendants and shrines, but many also had tattoos of the Eastern god Lonng on their bodies.

At this moment, when we encounter a huge storm that humans cannot resist, we must pray.

"As expected, one has to wait for a disaster to strike before one can be pious. Last-minute attempts to save oneself are common everywhere." Xia Qingdai touched her chin, hesitating whether or not to take action to show her wisdom.

After pondering for a moment, Xia Qingdai reached out and knocked on the window of the music room. Then she lowered her head and waved at Owen who was about to open the window, signaling him not to open the window.

"Owen, don't open the window. The wind and rain are too strong. You will be soaked to the skin. I just want to ask you about the Black Mask Gang you mentioned before. Where are they operating now?"

Listening to the rumbling sound coming from the clouds, Owen bowed slightly before answering, "They are currently mainly active in theaters, racecourses, and bar streets." "That fits their identities, so they are mainly in southeast London?"

"Yes." Xia Qingdai inhaled the green smoke that floated into the sky from time to time. She decided to take action once to give her believers some encouragement, so that they would believe in her more wholeheartedly in the future and provide her with the power of faith.

Now that Owen had one of the greatest sculptors of the 18th century carve a statue of himself, Xia Qingdai could now replenish her faith through the miraculous connection between herself and the statue even when she didn't have to go home.

But if we really compare, the power of faith that has been passed on through the statue is not as pure and rich as the original version. A lot of it will be wasted in the middle, which can be regarded as loss.

Now Owen has started to hire someone to carve a second statue for him, and plans to put it in the garden of his London villa. In order to avoid wasting the statue, Xia Qingdai must manage her circle of believers well.

After all, London does not have the buff attribute of Fucui Villa. The same devout person can provide a certain amount of faith power depending on the geographical location. The absorption rate of Xia Qingdai in Fucui Villa and in London is completely different.

Therefore, in order to make the feedback from London's power of faith catch up with Fucui Villa, she had to increase the total base of believers and win by quantity.

After making up her mind, Xia Qingdai began to tinker with the carriage tied to the drone. She had to add a layer of waterproof cloth to both things first.

She searched for a long time in her storage box for scraps of fabric but couldn't find a suitable rainproof cloth. Finally, she had an idea and tiptoed to the kitchen to get some plastic wrap to wrap it. She wrapped the carriage and the drone itself with layer after layer of plastic wrap. Under normal circumstances, the rain would never seep in.

But now not only can the rain not penetrate, but the air can't get in either. How can little Owen stay in such an environment?

So Xia Qingdai quickly poked the plastic wrap at the carriage window with the pointed end of the dental floss, making holes all over the window. Then she cut out a space at the door to make it easier for Owen to get in and out.

"It shouldn't be so boring now."

Thunder and lightning haven't appeared for a long time. Now it's just heavy rain. The danger is still controllable.

If there were still thunder and lightning now, Xia Qingdai would definitely not make any trouble. How could ordinary believers compare with little Owen!
If she was struck by lightning, she wouldn't have time to cry. It was okay for her to spend a lot of money to modify the drone, but little Owen must not get into trouble.

"Well, I might as well add a small umbrella on the drone." Xia Qingdai muttered to herself and went to look for her treasures in the storage cabinet in the built-in cloakroom.

She has a mini oil-paper umbrella that she bought while strolling through the ancient street. Although it is equivalent to a toy model, it is extremely exquisitely made and is a fine item handmade by a master craftsman of intangible cultural heritage. The price is not cheaper than that of a normal intangible cultural heritage oil-paper umbrella.

Ordinary low-quality oil-paper umbrellas will break if the wind blows. But the oil-paper umbrellas carefully made by masters who master the intangible cultural heritage technology are better than most umbrellas on the market.

After firmly fixing the oil-paper umbrella, which was slightly larger than a palm when opened, on the carriage, Xia Qingdai smiled widely. Now she no longer had to worry about heavy rain outside but drizzling inside the carriage!