I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai twirled her hand and imagined that she would turn the top hat back to Si Dangdong's head like Yan Shixian playing basketball. However, there was obviously a gap between reality and imagination. Instead of the top hat going to Si Dangdong's head, it went straight into the mud on the side of the road.

At this critical moment, Owen reached out his long arm and pulled the hat back from mid-air, then turned around and handed it to Staunton beside him: "Please take your hat."

"Oh, God! Thank you, Earl Owen!" Staunton quickly put the hat on his head.

"You're welcome." Owen said calmly.

He was stunned by the goddess' actions just now. If Xia Qingdai hadn't played with the hat and it fell off, he might not have come to his senses so quickly.

There was no conversation along the way after that. After this incident, Si Dangdong never dared to talk about the Eastern God again, not even in his heart.

The hat just flew up for no reason, it must be related to the Eastern God of the Owen family. Taking off his hat was obviously a warning, he had to be more honest.

Xia Qingdai only followed Owen for a short distance before she couldn't stand the muddy ancient village road and returned to the modern era.

All the "tributes" she had put down before had been lifted onto the stretcher and taken away. Xia Qingdai decided to let everyone share the spoils equally, so she dropped a tangerine onto the road below at regular intervals.

Her action quickly attracted the attention of the officers and soldiers who looked back from time to time, and everyone began to whisper.

Ma Yu, who had practiced martial arts for many years, had good hearing. When he heard his men's discussions, he turned around and looked back the way he came. The oranges on the road were not his focus. The first thing he noticed was the pavilion that had disappeared.

"Master Zhang, please look back quickly. The pavilion and altar where we just stayed are gone." Ma Yu was confused by these strange things that happened one after another. His left hand involuntarily came to his chest and gently grabbed the jade Guanyin hanging around his neck, muttering "Amitabha" in a low voice.

After Ma Yu shouted, the others turned around and looked over. They all started to talk at once: "Hey, the pavilion was still there when we were chatting just now, how come it suddenly disappeared? Have we moved so far away?"

"I don't know." County Magistrate Zhang's head was in a mess and he had no idea what to do next.

Everything that happened today was a serious challenge to his three views. He felt that the world was really a little crazy.

"Master Zhang, Master Ma, look, there are people approaching the edge of the field. I think they are going to get the holy object."

Master Wang raised his hand and pointed to the distance, with a hint of envy in his tone.

Xia Qingdai also saw many villagers carrying shoulder poles and walking towards this side happily. These were the people who had just come to deliver bamboo hats and raincoats to the three officers and brought the news back to the village.

It's not that they had foreseen Xia Qingdai's behavior of feeding her, but they simply came with the food boxes in their homes that were so empty that mice could run in them to pray for blessings and seek help from God.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t get it, because if you do, you will definitely gain something.

Just as they were about to reach the village road along the ridge of the field, they saw from afar a huge orange falling from the sky and landing steadily on the side of the road.

When they came closer, Xia Qingdai rolled her eyes and ran straight to the kitchen, opened the rice jar, and scooped a bowl of crystal clear white rice from it.

This year, the Xia brother and sister, one selling songs and the other selling copyrights, both made a lot of money, and their quality of life improved as a result.

The first thing to improve was the rice they ate every day. They could not buy the Xiangshui rice that was exclusively supplied to the capital, but they could still buy Wuchang rice from the northeast. At this time, Xia Qingdai's bowl contained such Wuchang rice, which was full and crystal clear at a glance.

Xia Qingdai returned to the glass jar, picked up the rice grains in the bowl, and put them into the baskets on the backs of the people passing by. A few grains of rice filled the little people's baskets.

"Rice! Rice! Magical rice as big as the palm of your hand!" A man who looked like the village chief shouted excitedly, his goatee trembling.

At his age, he just couldn't stay calm facing this matter.

It was his original idea to pick up the basket and return to the main road. But when he got here, the basket on his back was already full. How could he not be happy?
Xia Qingdai carefully peeled a tangerine, placed the whole peel underneath, and then stuffed a handful of rice inside. This should be enough for the people in the village to share.

As soon as she put the rice, the villagers ignored the mud on the ground and knelt down in the rain, expressing their gratitude to the heaven.

Xia Qingdai could vaguely see small spots of light flying up from the villagers. This was the power of faith. Although it was very little, it was better than nothing.

Everything that happened here was seen by Ma Yu and others in front. They were no less surprised than the villagers.

Staunton took a step closer to Owen and whispered, "Count Owen, is it your family's patron saint who is feeding these people?"

Owen glanced at Staunton and, as usual, did not give a clear answer, but only smiled mysteriously.

"You don't have to tell me, I know it must be so." Staunton murmured.

In fact, he was not sure in his heart that it was the patron saint of the Owen family who took action. He just subconsciously did not want to believe that there would be gods appearing in the eastern villages.

Compared to this, he would rather the patron saint of the Owen family took action. Because since it was the god of the Owen family, and Owen was the earl of England and had sworn allegiance to the king, then rounding off, the god of their family was naturally the god of England.

After a while, Ma Yu waved his hand and said, "Let's go. Let's continue on our journey."

They didn't think of going back to stop the villagers and ask what was going on. This was food given by the gods, how could they dare to steal it? They didn't dare to do anything that might cause the gods to misunderstand them.

But Ma Yu was now impatient to return to the Temple of the God of Wealth and ask the temple priest for clarification.

He firmly believed that all this was related to the mysteriously disappeared woman in white, and the connection was not small.

He couldn't catch the woman in white, but the priest of the God of Wealth Temple couldn't escape - not that he absolutely couldn't escape, so he just had to hurry back to the city to block them.

After that, everyone hurried on their way. Xia Qingdai continued to eat tangerines while packing rice with tangerines and placing them on the roadside. The farmers who were originally preparing to go home because of the rain turned around and ran towards the road.

In an era when communication depended on shouting, everyone had developed a loud voice. When the peasant woman who was weaving at home heard the noise, she quickly grabbed buckets and sacks and rushed out of the house.

The crowd ran and cried, God did not abandon them!

(End of this chapter)