I was a god in the 18th century

Under the scorching afternoon sun, the English red-haired men, the Qing officials accompanying them, and their guards, formed a large group of people heading towards the countryside.

"Today's clouds are strange, following us all the way." After walking for an unknown number of miles, Master Wang finally couldn't help but say, "This doesn't look like a good omen."

Even the wind blowing from the sky seemed a bit eerie to him. Perhaps the mysterious priest in the God of Wealth Temple had left a bad impression on him.

He did not agree to listen to the temple keeper and walk aimlessly eastward. But he was just a small legal advisor, and he had no right to object to the decision made by the county magistrate and the general.

Before leaving the city, everyone got off the sedan chair and switched to a sedan chair made up of idle rural laborers. It was not that they wanted to make trouble, but the sedan chairs in the transport company usually only ran short distances within the city, and the sedan chairs would only be used for long distances to the mountains and the countryside.

The slide is similar to a reclining chair, and can be half-lying. Therefore, people sitting on the slide can relax while gazing at the sky, and naturally they can also notice the "dark cloud" following them above their heads.

"How can this not be a good omen?" Magistrate Zhang had long noticed the strange phenomenon of shadows following everyone, and had been looking up to study it. "Master Ma, do you think it's going to rain today? The dark clouds above our heads haven't dispersed."

"It's hard to say. The clouds look like it will rain. We both want to go together." Ma Yu grinned, thinking of good things in his heart.

Dinghai City has not had a good downpour for months, and even this year's rainy season has seen few decent rains. The island's reservoirs, moats and ditches are almost dry, and the agricultural situation is very bleak.

Zhang Yutian, the local official, was almost worried about the drought. Ma Yu, the local commander, was equally worried about the drought. The former even went to ten temples to pray for rain, and recently planned to carry out the dragon statue in the Dragon King Temple for sacrifice.

If rain still doesn't come, the next step might be to have soldiers whip the dragon statue.

How can we not think more when we see the dark clouds in the sky? They dream of rain.

Although the sun was still shining brightly everywhere except for the dark cloud above them that moved with them, it did not stop everyone from thinking positively.

Thanks to Owen "Blond", Staunton and John Barro were able to follow him out of the city. Although they could not move freely, they still gained a lot by just looking around.

At least they knew that the farmers on the Qing side also grew potatoes, corn, cotton, wheat, and rice, and that there were many trees that looked like mulberry trees along the river banks.

However, along the way, the water in the ditches beside the road has almost dried up. From time to time, farmers can be seen carrying water in the fields, watering the crops.

Staunton and John Barrow tilted their heads and discussed in a low voice for a few words, and they both agreed that there might be a drought here.

"What do you think, Lord Owen? Is there a drought in this place?"

Owen, who had been looking up at Xia Qingdai in the clouds, responded casually. The next second, he found that the goddess had left with a fan and an electric fan.

As soon as he sat up, the team suddenly stopped, and a series of "ping-ling-pang-clang" sounds came from the front.

All the people sitting on the sedan chairs felt a shaking beneath them, and the sedan bearers' legs were obviously weak, and they were in a state between putting down the sedan chair and continuing to carry it.

Staunton straightened up and raised his head, looking in the direction of the sound. My goodness, the scene in front of him almost scared him to the point of falling off the slide - there were two groups of men in sleeveless cross-collared shirts fighting with hoes, rakes and other farm tools in front of him!

"Oh my God, what are they doing? A riot?"

"Amen! God bless me!" John Barrow had already rolled down from the sedan chair. They had to go through a body search when they got off the boat today. They were not allowed to bring any guns or swords. They were all left on the boat. Therefore, facing the chaos in front of them, it can be said that they had no way to deal with it.

How can we fight without guns or swords? With so many natives on the other side, do we dare to fight with bare hands?
Not to mention the three British guys, even General Ma Yu and County Magistrate Zhang Yutian felt a headache when they saw the chaotic fight in front of them.

They didn't bring many people with them when they went to the countryside this time. There was no problem in protecting their safety, but it was not easy to separate the two groups of men who were fighting each other.

As for what happened before, the two adults only needed to take a glance to see it clearly.

There is no doubt that this was caused by a fight over water sources! This kind of thing happens almost every day in villages of all sizes in Dinghai Town. Even if someone dies, the village usually handles it on its own. The actual situation is basically not reported to the government. Most of them go to the government office to cancel their accounts under the pretext of death from illness or accident.

The government also adopted the attitude of "no investigation if the people don't report it" and turned a blind eye. Since ancient times, the imperial power did not extend to the countryside. Unless the fight between two villages caused extremely bad consequences, the government generally did not intervene and let the local village chiefs, village heads, and clan elders handle it themselves.

But now the two sides are fighting right before my eyes. It’s not right to ignore it, but if I do, the troops I brought are not enough. It’s really embarrassing.

The guards could only shout from a distance: "What are you doing in front! Stop it now!"

"No more beating! If you continue beating, we will arrest you all!"

"Master Zhang and Master Ma are here! Stop it now!"

However, no matter how much they shouted at the top of their lungs, the people who were furious could not hear them at all.

Let alone a life-and-death fight, even when playing basketball on the court, when the battle is intense you can't see your opponent, let alone hear the sounds outside the court, otherwise passing the ball wouldn't be so difficult.

When everyone was at a loss, a huge round fan embroidered with a portrait of a beautiful woman suddenly fell from the sky and fluttered above the people fighting.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the ground, with sand and stones flying everywhere. The fighters could hardly stand steadily because of the evil wind, so how could they continue fighting?

Several men who were blown down by the wind looked up and saw that there was a huge fan in the sky fanning them!

"Monster! There is a monster!" The heart-wrenching sound of a broken gong rang out.

The people from the two villages who were fighting each other immediately separated, raised their arms to the sky, and dared not move again. Seeing that they stopped, Xia Qingdai withdrew her fan.

Ma Yu and others who were watching not far away saw the whole process of the fan falling from the sky and cried out in amazement: "Banana fan!"

"Is there really a Princess Iron Fan in this world?!" Zhang Yutian's face turned pale, he couldn't believe what he saw.

"The Master does not speak of strange things! The Master does not speak of strange things! The Master does not speak of strange things!" Master Wang closed his eyes and kept repeating the sage's words.

After the storm, the scene fell into a deathly silence, with only the chirping of summer cicadas remaining between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)