I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 474 The mountain is not high, but there are immortals who are famous

After watching mothers feeding their babies with spoons for a while, Xia Qingdai picked up her phone and opened a shopping website to look for mini pacifiers, but all that came out were for feeding young pets.

But even newborn kittens are several times larger than babies in Lilliput, and the dropper nipples used to feed them are obviously not suitable for feeding babies.

Xia Qingdai looked through several shopping websites but couldn't find a suitable one. She said helplessly, "It seems that there is no more. We have to wait for local scientists to develop baby pacifiers themselves."

Although she didn't buy what she wanted, Xia Qingdai was not disappointed. After all, she would only feed these babies for a few days at most and wouldn't keep an eye on them afterwards.

Since it wasn't her pet, she wouldn't care that much. Anyway, she would help those who could be helped, and let it go if she couldn't. Everyone has their own destiny.

Putting down her phone, Xia Qingdai continued to assemble the Lotus Building model.

With the experience of previous assembly, plus playing DIY a lot, Xia Qingdai is now very adept at assembling the models, and she finished the Lotus Building in less than an hour.

Then Xia Qingdai took out a toy toilet and placed it on the first floor, then placed it in front of the villa in the middle, and told Owen that this was a mobile toilet she had prepared for everyone.

Now that the hurricane has passed and the wind speed has slowed down, there is no need to worry about being blown over. A little rain is not a problem, just put a layer of plastic wrap on the top.

After the food was fed and the mobile toilet was prepared, Xia Qingdai had nothing to do for a while.

At this time, the sky in London was already completely bright. Although the sun was not visible due to the rain, the visibility was still acceptable.

Xia Qingdai put away the boneless lantern that had been soaked in the rain all night and wiped it dry with an absorbent towel. She had to sigh that the quality of this item worth hundreds of dollars was quite good. It didn't short-circuit in the rain, nor did it lose paint or color.

Everyone watched the sky lanterns above their heads fly up into the sky and out of sight, and they all bowed down in worship.

Xia Qingdai didn't expect that by collecting a lamp, she could also absorb a large amount of power of faith. It was also an unexpected surprise.

In fact, if she really wanted to show her power, she should take out the water pump to drain the water in the city. This is the real disaster relief.

But Xia Qingdai had no such intention. As long as the flood didn't reach her doorstep, she didn't care.

She came to the 18th century to have fun, not to be a saint to the British government.

After a night of fermentation, the well-informed nobles and those in power had already received news of what happened in the Garden Square.

It is really infuriating that Earl Owen is promoting his family god in Earl Grosvenor's garden square.

Strictly speaking, even pagans should be tied to the cross and burned to death.

But they had no other options except to grumble behind his back. It was impossible to hit him, so he had to endure it.

Who dares to challenge the gods? Everyone is still frightened by the scene of the dragon flooding London last year.

People don’t know that the Sky Hammer can’t do much damage to the real palace where the king is currently. They will only think of Buckingham Palace that was severely hit.

Even the royal family can't do anything to the Owen family. How dare other nobles say that they are stronger than the British royal family and can bully them?
The villa that Xia Qingdai named Biluoju has now become a popular spot in London.

There were no groups of people coming to check in, but there were too many people who talked about crickets behind their backs. Biluoju has become a landmark building in London. On the contrary, Buckingham Palace, which was hammered down by the gods last year, has fallen from the altar. As a quasi-royal palace, a building was actually collapsed by the gods, and its appearance was lost.

After caring for the refugees, Owen left the Garden Square and took Xia Qingdai to the London Hospital.

In the past two days, many people in the city have been injured by collapsed buildings and many have fallen, so the hospital is quite busy. Of course, there are also deaths.

However, Xia Qingdai did not come here to volunteer. She planned to learn anatomy with the doctors there.

After playing for so many days this summer, it is time to find some memorable places to study hard. Catheter teachers are very important to both Chinese and Western medicine. For example, which great doctor in ancient times did not steal from them?

As usual, when Xia Qingdai went to the hospital for autopsy, Owen went to the nearby coffee shop to drink coffee and read.

The flooding in the city is slowly receding, leaving behind a devastated and miserable scene. Collapsed houses, muddy roads, garbage everywhere, and mud all over the body make people want to cry but have no tears.

There were quite a few militias marching in formation on the streets, but they were not there to help with disaster relief, but to maintain stability. Especially in the streets near the palace and the parliament building, there was a soldier almost every three steps.

People sat numbly on the ruins, looking at their homes polluted by yellow mud, not knowing what they were thinking. However, the Garden Square was the most prosperous, as the terrain there was high enough and close to the area where the nobles lived, and order was restored quickly.

After the rain stopped, many people walked to the outskirts of the square to inquire. Judging from their attire, it was clear that they were either middle class people in the city or respectable servants of aristocratic families.

The temple that rose from the ground overnight had an incredible deterrent effect. Without God’s permission, people did not dare to approach it and could only communicate with the refugees from a distance.

Most of the people rescued by Xia Qingdai lived in slums. Even if the wind and rain stopped, they had no way to rebuild their homes immediately in the face of the devastation on the ground.

Their ability to resist disasters is very poor. Without assistance, they simply cannot afford it with their own salaries that are exploited to the bone by capitalists.

However, those refugees who were originally engaged in the business of collecting feces recovered the fastest. The "public toilets" used by nearly 10,000 people every day allowed them to collect enough feces to sell to the countryside without having to run through the streets and alleys. It was much easier to make money than before the flood.

If it weren't for a group of former Black Mask Gang members maintaining order under Owen's authorization, people would have started fighting just over the feces.

Putting aside those night soil collectors who do smelly work but receive decent pay, the rest of the people will have to pray to the gods if they want to own their homes again.

Everyone agreed that it was impossible for them to stay in the temple forever. Such a mysterious temple was not suitable for people like them to stay there forever.

Although these three small villas were nothing to Xia Qingdai, they were far from the real cathedral filled with murals and sculptures from the 18th century.

But for the refugees who took shelter inside during the flood, this temple was filled with a sacred aura. The fact that it came down from the sky to save people from the water and fire was something that no other luxurious church could match.

As the saying goes, a mountain is famous not because of its height, but because of the immortals living there. A temple is sacred not because of its size, but because of the gods living there.

Xia Qingdai was also quite nice to these refugee-converted believers, and was very keen on "feeding them and showing them divine visions".

And I don't know if it's because the number of believers has become huge, or maybe the absorption of the power of faith has accumulated to a certain value. Anyway, one day when Xia Qingdai bought colorful building blocks to rebuild homes for refugees, she suddenly felt something in her heart, and she could use the power of faith to penetrate the sound and let the believers hear her "divine voice".

Although the sound is rather vague, just being able to hear the ethereal divine voice in one's ears is enough to drive the believers even more crazy.