I was a god in the 18th century

The rain had just stopped. Looking at the loom falling from the sky beside the altar, Zhang Yutian and Master Wang both wanted to go home.

The two of them wanted to immediately recruit a minor official from the Ministry of Works to come and study this God-given textile machine in front of them to find out what secrets it had.

But Ma Yu was different. He had no idea about the textile machine. He just wanted to ride back to the city and go to the small temple of the God of Wealth to find the temple priest and ask about the origins of the woman in white.

In short, everyone agreed that they just wanted to return to the city immediately. As for the opinions of the three English red-haired people, that was not important and they just turned a deaf ear to them.

Xia Qingdai lay high in the sky and looked down at the ground. Through the enlarged map, she had already recognized the location of her grandmother's village more than two hundred years later.

It is not far in front of this piece of land, but now it is all farmland, with only three or two thatched houses on the edge. It looks quite desolate, not like a village, but more like a temporary residence for farmhands who look after the land for the landlord.

Therefore, she had no objection to the group going back, as they had already seen what they wanted to see.

When the water in the spray bottle was used up, she directly connected the hose to the bathroom faucet and let the rain continue.

With her around, of course the Chinese people will get a satisfying artificial rainfall.

Just as everyone was about to set off, they discovered that it started raining again.

"Oh! It's raining again! Amitabha, that's great! God bless you!"

"Another sweet rain, God bless the people of Dinghai!" County Magistrate Zhang Yutian also opened his arms and shouted excitedly to the sky. He didn't care whether he got wet or not. For him, getting wet in the rain this summer was also a kind of happiness. He just hoped that the rain would come harder.

When they came here, they came on sedan chairs, but when they returned, they all started walking, leaving the sedan chairs to the huge fruits left by the woman in white. Of course, there was also the most bizarre thing, a textile machine that fell from the sky.

Staunton squeezed next to Owen and asked in a low and quick voice in English: "Earl Owen, this latest improved version of the Jenny loom, was it brought from us in England by the god of your family?"

Owen glanced at him and asked calmly, "Why do you think so?"

"Because it fell from the sky, who else could do it except your family's patron saint? I heard that your patron saint is an Eastern god, right?"

Owen did not give a clear answer, but just said a few words to get by.

Of course he knew that this improved version of the spinning jenny was brought down by his "goddess". It was he who sent the Black Mask members to buy it in disguise, but he was unwilling to tell Staunton.

This type of textile machine is strictly controlled at import and export ports, but its circulation within the London level is not as strictly regulated.

Moreover, Xia Qingdai later brought the two machines directly to the modern era. When the diplomatic envoy left, even if the customs turned Owen's luggage upside down, they would not be able to find any contraband.

Bringing civilization to the backward Qing Dynasty was something Xia Qingdai had decided long before she came. She not only prepared the Jenny loom, but also the blueprints and principles of the steam engine. As for the actual steam engine, she didn't need to bring it from London, because the British king included the steam engine in the gift list for Qianlong.

After everyone walked a few hundred meters in the rain, Xia Qingdai reached in and took back the pavilion, altar and other items that had been put down earlier.

At this time, the people in front were stopped by several villagers coming from a distance. The distance was far, and Xia Qingdai did not prick up her ears to listen to what they were saying.

When she packed up her things and opened her eyes to look at the group of people again, she found that the people with higher status in the team, such as Ma Yu, Zhang Yutian and Master Wang, had already put on straw raincoats and hats. The poles carrying things were also covered with oilcloth.

There is no doubt that these must have been given to them by the fellow villagers who had just arrived. The reason why Xia Qingdai could accurately distinguish the county magistrate and others from the many villains at a glance was mainly due to common sense. In addition to the British, there were only three people who had rainproof equipment, which was too obvious among a group of people braving the rain.

On a sudden rainy day, it is obvious who is most qualified to get help from their fellow villagers.

The world is full of human relationships and social conventions, and no matter how low the emotional intelligence of a minion is, it is impossible for him to compete with his superiors.

Owen, Staunton, and John Barrow were still holding their long-handled black umbrellas. From Xia Qingdai's high vantage point, she couldn't see their movements, but she could see two of them holding the black umbrellas very close together, presumably communicating.

At first, Xia Qingdai thought it was Staunton and John Barrow talking, but after watching for a while, she realized that one of them was actually her little Owen.

"That's strange. What is Staunton talking to little Owen about?" Xia Qingdai muttered to herself. She fixed the spray bottle on top of the glass jar again, and with a thought, she crawled under Owen's umbrella.

Owen's handsome face flushed as he faced the goddess who was suddenly walking side by side with him. Just as he was about to speak, Xia Qingdai put her finger on her mouth and said "hush", blinked at him, and said with a smile: "I'm invisible, just pretend I don't exist, and don't talk to me, otherwise I'll think you're crazy."

Owen smiled faintly when he heard this, and said nothing more. He just turned the hand holding the umbrella towards Xia Qingdai.

He could remain silent, but he could never let the goddess get wet in the rain.

Staunton, standing by, was still chattering away—mostly he was talking and Owen was listening.

The other party spoke very fast, but fortunately his wording was quite sophisticated. With Xia Qingdai's English proficiency from more than two years of immersive experience in the eighteenth century, she was still able to hear clearly what he said.

"So he is doubting the god behind Owen, so doesn't that mean he is doubting me?" Xia Qingdai said to herself, she bent down to look at Staunton who was wearing a wig and a top hat, her eyes rolled, and she moved from one side of the umbrella to the side closer to Staunton.

Owen looked at Xia Qingdai in confusion, not knowing what she was going to do.

He knew it the next second, because Xia Qingdai suddenly reached out and took off Si Dandong's hat. Because he was short, he pulled it too hard, and it also pulled the wig on his head crooked, revealing his half-bald head.

"Oh, my God!" Staunton shouted a catchphrase that most of the believers had, and quickly straightened the wig on his head.

Fortunately, it was raining and no one noticed him, otherwise it would be so embarrassing and he would be ashamed.

"Ah! Hat...hat!" John Barrow, who was walking behind the two men, looked up and saw the hat flying up. He was so scared that he stuttered.

In his eyes, the hat was flying directly in the air.

"My hat!" Staunton wanted to reach out to take it, but the invisible Xia Qingdai playfully dodged and jumped to the other side of Irving, and stretched out a finger and spun Staunton's hat like a basketball.

"A-choo!" After turning around twice, Xia Qingdai sneezed because of the scent of the perfume on top.

Perfume and perfume powder are life for Europeans.

(End of this chapter)