I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai brought rain and fed along the way, harvesting the power of faith along the way. At first, she put the rice in the orange peels, but later, when the oranges were all divided, she went directly to the kitchen to get special silicone paper as a container.

The little people held the "magic rice" as big as their palms and cried like babies, and felt that life didn't seem so difficult anymore.

Ma Yu and Zhang Yutian were originally thinking about returning to the city as soon as possible to do their own things.

The temple keeper of the God of Wealth and the mysterious woman in white who they met today really brought them too many surprises. They were eager to return to their own territory to mobilize their energy to understand them, master them, and preferably control them.

One of the two mysterious men interpreted the fortune for them and guided them to go east, and they indeed got rich; the other one appeared in front of them in an unbelievable way, and then disappeared mysteriously, saying half-truthfully that the rain was a gift from the Dragon King that she had specially asked for.

If you want to believe her, the knowledge gained from so many years of reading does not allow you to do so. If you don't want to believe her, the fact that there are indeed huge fruits on the sedan chairs carried by the bearers that are beyond their common sense can prove it.

Even more bizarre was the fact that the woman in white disappeared when she reached the century-old tree. Just as they were about to set off, the pavilion where they had been sheltered from the rain disappeared, as did the altar where they had been setting up the Taoist ceremony.

All of this is so mysterious and irrational that it is hard not to be superstitious.

Looking up at the dragon looming in the clouds, it was hard not to believe it, and the desire to return to the city became even more urgent.

It was not until they saw with their own eyes the divine rice sent from heaven that the crystal clear rice, each as big as a palm, was like an invisible hook that held them back from taking a step.

This is the rice of the gods! Are we just going to give it away so cheaply to these peasants?

But it is impossible for them to rob things under the noses of gods.

They were just envious and fantasized about the various benefits of eating the magic rice, such as immunity to all poisons, cure of all diseases, and even longevity and immortality.

In the end, if the handsome English red-haired guy had not taken the initiative to suggest going back to the city, they might have formed a circle at the first place where the "magic rice" landed and gathered the rice to study it carefully.

After continuing on the road, Ma Yu and Zhang Yutian realized that they were too excited too early and they would have plenty of time to be excited later.

Because Xia Qingdai had been showing her spirit all the way - as long as she saw people nearby, or people in the fields opening their arms to feel the sun shower, she would take action.

The village where Wang Wu's family lives is close to the town, but far away from the area where Xia Qingdai's grandmother lives, so they did not enjoy the refreshing sun shower at the first opportunity.

It was the Lesser Heat season in July, the busy farming season. Wang Wu had a blackened sweat towel draped around his neck. He was sweating profusely as he drew water from an almost dried-up ditch under the scorching sun to irrigate his fields. He didn't notice at all that a rain curtain was slowly approaching from the front.

It was not until the sound of falling rain was heard that the farmers in the nearby fields stopped what they were doing with some suspicion, looked up and looked around.

Wang Wu was young and strong, with good vision and keen observation. He was the first to notice the abnormality and shouted in shock: "Look! It seems to be raining ahead! Go! Go grab the rain!"

As he spoke, he picked up the bucket in his hand and ran madly towards the rain in front of him.

Led by Wang Wu, other villagers who had reacted quickly followed suit, carrying buckets of water.

No one had time to complain about why it only rained in the east but not in the west.

At this time, everyone just wants to wander in the rain and collect more buckets of water.

If God doesn't give them rain in the west, they go to the east to grab the rain from under God's nose. No gods can stop them, and they have to be tough for the rice fields that are about to dry up.

If God doesn't bless me, I will fight against God!

If the land is not fertile, I will fight with the land!

The ruthlessness of the Chinese people in cutting down mountains, filling up rivers, and suppressing monsters has been passed down for thousands of years. It is impossible for them to have the mentality that "if God wants you to die, you have to die."

Western missionaries came to China to preach that people are born sinful and that all people should atone for their sins. However, this would not work in this land.

No one admitted that they were guilty, because the Chinese people have been reading "Man is born good" for thousands of years.

This resulted in there being believers when missionaries distributed eggs in China, but their faith faded after the distribution.

Xia Qingdai lay in front of the glass tank, adjusting the position of the faucet, making sure that the rain and mist fell evenly on every field and ditch.

She was just limited by the map plate of the glass jar, otherwise she would be able to find that the rain she manually brought down on earth was running in both directions with a group of men carrying buckets and howling.

Wang Wu ran madly towards the rain curtain, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the rain. His brain was burning with ecstasy, and he did not notice that the rain in the east was also approaching him.

When he finally rushed into the rain and felt the cold rain falling on his head, his hair, and his face, the breath that was stuck in his chest suddenly dissipated. His knees softened and he slid to his knees towards the ground.

"Oh my God, it finally rained! But why don't you rain in our fields!" Wang Wu shouted to the sky, and suddenly a strange thing flashed in the corner of his eyes.

He quickly rubbed his eyes with his hands and stared at the clouds. After a moment, he became even more excited: "Dragon! There really is a dragon! It's the Dragon King spitting water!"

Then he changed his tone, put on a pious look, kowtowed to the clouds and shouted: "Long live the Dragon King! I, the people of Heping Wangjia Village, swear to go to the Dragon King Temple tomorrow to burn incense and offer sacrifices, and ask the Dragon King to come to Heping Wangjia Village to bring rain!"

Painting rosy pictures for gods is probably a characteristic of the Chinese people.

It is an old tradition to first ask the gods to do something, and then burn incense and fulfill the vow after the work is done.

Xia Qingdai noticed the little man as soon as he ran into the edge of the glass tank. It was hard for her to ignore a man who was so good at jumping and had such a loud voice.

She smiled slightly, mobilized a little faith power to rush up her throat, and said mischievously: "Okay, I agree, I'll go to your village to make it rain now."

Before she left the UK last year, the quantitative change led to a qualitative change, allowing her to consume the power of faith to make her voice heard in Lilliput—a real voice, not conveyed through Owen, or communicating by incarnating as the same little man.

When Wang Wu heard a female voice floating in the clouds, he was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

There is a response!
There really is a response from heaven!
Could it be that the dragon was a goddess dragon? The daughter of the Sea Dragon King? Or was it Mazu Lin Mo Niang?
Is the water god who controls their Dinghai also a goddess?

(End of this chapter)