I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai's words were not only heard by Wang Wu, but by everyone present.

Ma Yu and Zhang Yutian were both stunned by the miracles along the way. When they heard the female voice coming from the sky, they were not too excited because they had been mentally prepared.

"Could it be that the woman in white is a spirit incarnated by a deity?" County Magistrate Zhang Yutian murmured hesitantly.

Master Wang, who was standing next to him, heard what he said and said in the same hesitant tone: "I think this is very likely."

After a while, looking at the rain curtain covering the farmland in front, Master Wang seemed to be certain of a certain guess, and said solemnly: "Zhang County Magistrate, you are right, the woman in white must be the incarnation of a fairy, there is no other possibility. This woman is not an ordinary person. Let alone other things, just based on her stunning appearance, it is impossible for her to be unknown in this city. If Dinghai City really has such a foundation of crouching tigers, hidden dragons, it would have developed long ago. Why wait until now?"

Upon hearing this, General Ma Yu stroked his beard and nodded secretly, expressing his agreement with his words.

Magistrate Zhang did not respond to Master Wang's words, but quietly shifted his gaze to the most handsome English red-haired man. For some reason, he always felt that the red-haired man in front of him seemed to know something.

With his vision and sensitivity gained from years of immersion in officialdom, he was certain that the handsome red-haired man was not as simple as he seemed.

When she arrived at Wangjia Village in Heping, Xia Qingdai distributed rice and fruit as usual. At first, she put the rice directly in the peeled orange peels, which inevitably got wet by the artificial rain she created.

Later, she changed her mind when she saw the farmers' expressions of concern about their crops being soaked by the rain. They would rather get wet themselves than take off their outer clothes and make a large tarpaulin to protect their rice from the rain.

In the minds of these people, it doesn't matter if they are soaked in the rain. Farmers can carry the rice in rainy and windy weather, but they can't let the rice be ruined by the rain, otherwise it will be lost.

When Xia Qingdai saw this scene, she realized belatedly that it was a bit of a waste to just peel an orange peel and use it as a container for rice.

To her, it was just a handful of rice, and she would consider it precious if she simply wrapped it in oil paper. But to the ordinary people here who were so hungry that their faces were pale and their eyes were dull, this was their fate.

So later, Xia Qingdai dug out a plastic bag, only half the size of a palm, from the locker in the cloakroom. It was a gift bag for something she had bought before.

It is perfect to use these self-sealing plastic bags to pack rice. They not only prevent rain from reaching the rice, but also allow the onlookers to clearly see the appearance of the magical rice.

Wangjia Village, where Wang Wu lives, is the last village on the road Xia Qingdai is taking.

After distributing rice and fruits to them, Xia Qingdai looked at the ancients kneeling on the ground, then looked at the ditch on the side of the road that was almost dry. She rolled her eyes, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water, and used her own mouthwash cup to pour water into the ditch below.

The speed at which she brought rain to the land was still too slow. She couldn't let the rain cover the entire island, and Owen wouldn't stay in the same place for too long. So the rainfall was far from enough, which meant that the farmers could save a little effort today and didn't have to water the crops manually.

When the clouds clear and the rain stops, the water that has just fallen to the earth will still evaporate quickly when the scorching summer sun shines.

The reason why drought in summer is more severe than in other seasons is not only because of the decrease in rainfall, but also because the scorching sun also dries up a lot of moisture.

Now Xia Qingdai directly used the mouthwash cup to pour water into the ditch, and the speed was needless to say. For the people of Dinghai in the 18th century, it was a feat that was like "the Milky Way falling from the sky".

Everyone kowtowed like crazy, and Xia Qingdai clearly felt the power of faith increasing.

It seems that what I just said was not in vain. After everyone knew that she was a goddess, they seemed to have a more precise belief and worship, and the efficiency was touching. This made Xia Qingdai feel as if she had returned to the old base camp Fucui Villa, where there were the most believers and the power of faith was not reduced.

After absorbing it, it was so refreshing. After that, they entered the city and called for carriages and sedan chairs, splitting into three groups and heading to their respective destinations.

County Magistrate Zhang Yutian, along with his legal advisor and others, lifted up the apparently sophisticated textile machine and immediately returned to the county government workshop to study it.

General Ma Yu led his men straight to the temple of the God of Wealth. Without a doubt, the task of investigating the origins of the woman in white fell on him.

As for the three English envoys, Owen, Staunton and John Barrow, they were sent back to the dock where the English envoys' ship was docked by soldiers and sedan chair bearers sent by Ma and Zhang.

There were so many magical things happening today that they had no time to continue entertaining the English red-haired people. They just wanted to send them back to the ship and give them some good food and drinks, and that would be the end of the reception.

Anyway, they had already had a banquet in the general mansion this morning that was enough to demonstrate the country's prestige, so let's skip the dinner, as studying the gods was more important.

As for the right to disembark and move freely that the British delegation wanted, that was of course impossible to obtain.

Although the officials of the Qing Dynasty had not undergone rigorous counter-espionage training, there is an old Chinese saying that "those who are not of our race must have different hearts", and everyone naturally understood this and subconsciously resisted the British inquiries.

What free activities? There is no such thing.

In our territory, of course we have the final say.

Back on the boat, Staunton and John Barrow were both silent. Today, not only the Qing officials were shocked, they were also shocked by the gods.

Especially when Staunton quietly asked Owen whether the one who appeared was the goddess of his family, he got a negative reply, which made him feel even more depressed.

It was beyond their imagination that Dinghai Island was actually guarded by gods.

The reason why they chose to dock at this port this time was because one of their missions was to use this island as a tax-free trading port for the British.

They came to observe, to record, and to negotiate.

But now they have discovered that there are gods on this island, which has restricted their actions.

It is definitely not a pleasant thing to cause trouble on an island protected by local gods and sell opium that harms people's bodies. Who knows if the gods will be so angry that blood will be splashed thousands of miles away?
Therefore, everyone's mood became a little heavy, and it seemed necessary to downgrade Dinghai Port to the alternative plan.

Xia Qingdai never stopped the rain, even though Owen had returned to the boat and half of the rain that fell on the earth was wasted on the sea, and she didn't turn off the faucet.

Weighing the pros and cons of two evils, we should choose the lesser of two evils. There is a drought here, and rainfall is a basic need for people's lives. She has to continue to rain, even if it is wasteful.

But compared to the tap water wasted by Xia Qingdai, the English red-haired people seem to be even more wasteful.

(End of this chapter)