I was a god in the 18th century

When most of the ordinary people were starving, the English envoys, because the Qing court sent too much food and they felt that the taste was not right, they poured bowls of pork, mutton, chicken, duck and fish into the water.

A group of people have treated the sea as a garbage dump all the way here, and it is the same now.

This ancient pier, which is usually quiet due to the maritime ban, is now crowded and bustling with people, witnessing the diversity, joys and sorrows of mankind.

In the drizzle, a group of British people walked onto the deck in a casual and laughing manner, and threw the leftover spoiled meat from the baskets into the sea one by one, under the eager eyes of a group of ragged poor people sitting on the shore.

This action was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The setting sun cast mottled shadows on the river surface, flashing an alluring golden light.

The eyes of the common people who had come to see the excitement just because they heard about the red-haired man at the dock were instantly lit up. Without time to think, they took off their shoes and socks and rushed into the yellow and turbid sea water, splashing waves and breaking the tranquility of the sunset and drizzle.

Although this is a pier for ships to berth, Dinghai Island Pier is a deep-water port with very deep water. However, the people on the shore, young and old, as long as they can swim a little, all jumped into the sea like dumplings.

They dive or swim just to fight for the "garbage" discarded by the English red-haired sharks - because these garbage are the food that can feed their families.

Every time food was successfully fished out, it was accompanied by the excited cheers of the children watching on the shore and the excited tears of the women.

These meats, which may be a little spoiled, are delicacies from the mountains and the sea in the eyes of these people who only eat meat a few times a year.

Besides, not all of them were spoiled. Some of them were premium meat dishes that the British found interesting and deliberately threw out to tease people.

Finally, when the last piece of meat was fished out, people came ashore one after another, wet all over but smiling brightly. If you didn’t know, you would have thought they had made a fortune somewhere.

Those who had come along to watch the fun with their families naturally straightened their backs and gave all the meat they had snatched to their wives and children, and the whole family returned home happily.

The one who came alone also had a smile on his face, wrapped the food carefully, and then ran quickly towards home.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the departing people very long.

One scene caught Xia Qingdai's attention. It was a shirtless man who had taken off his wet summer short-sleeved jacket and was only wearing wet pants.

Sitting on his shoulders was a little girl with two pigtails, holding her father's bald head and laughing.

Following on his right was a little boy of about five or six years old, who also had a rat-tail haircut. He was hopping as he walked, holding a few lamb chops and half a roasted chicken in his arms. One could feel the boy's happiness just by looking at his back.

On his right followed a woman who was half a head shorter than him. Although she was wearing clothes with several patches on them, she looked neater than the people around her. From time to time, she would tilt her head and look at her man with a smile, as if she was saying something.

They might be talking about today's "harvest", or maybe they were just chatting casually, like an ordinary couple in the world.

Xia Qingdai lay on the glass jar, overlooking these warm yet slightly bitter paintings filled with the flavor of life, feeling mixed emotions.

She did not stop the Qing people from picking up the British leftovers, nor did she distribute food without saying a word as she had done before on the village road. It was just because at this moment, her mind was numbed by this sharp contrast and she was unable to move.

In Europe, she would not be very moved to see people picking up feces and eating them, because they were not of the same race or ethnicity as her, and it was difficult for her to empathize with them. But it was different in the Qing Dynasty, especially the people on Dinghai Island, who were completely of the same race as her.

Half of her flesh and blood came from Dinghai.

At that moment, I had a masochistic mentality of not being able to bear to watch it, yet having to watch it to the end.

This is the life of ordinary people during the "Kangxi and Qianlong Periods of Prosperity" in the coastal area of ​​Jiangnan, which has been developed since ancient times.

There is really nothing to brag about in the prosperous times of ancient times!

As for the safety of the mountains and rivers and the peace and prosperity of the country and the people, we must focus on today.

Xia Qingdai left the windowsill, sat down at the desk, pulled out a copy of "The Backbone of the Nation" from the bookshelf, and flipped through the story of San Qian. She wanted to calm her sour mood, but the more she read, the more sour she felt.

China has always been well protected by her bravest and most selfless group of heroes, from the Champion Marquis in ancient times to the Rocket King today, there are always people who pity the common people and all things and live up to the destiny.

Xia Qingdai closed the book, took a deep breath, tilted her head to look at the Lilliputian country on the windowsill, and showed a thoughtful look.

Maybe, she could do something.

Since God allowed her to travel through time and space to the period before the Opium War, she must change this century-long history of humiliation no matter what!
The Qing dynasty’s achievements in expanding China’s territory to 13.16 million square kilometers through wars and marriages were only briefly mentioned in history. The century of humiliation that began after the Opium War was a heavy past that was specially divided into two volumes in history classes for everyone to deeply study.

Past experience guide for the future.

Xia Qingdai decided that the knowledge learned in history class would not be in vain.

The first thing to do is to increase firepower on the impoverished and backward Qing Dynasty.

She took out her cell phone and searched on the shopping website. She wanted to buy some fireworks and firecrackers, take them to Lilliput, and set them off at the enemy. The power should be no less than that of ordinary artillery in Lilliput.

After searching for a long time, I found nothing. The Internet was full of electronic fireworks and simulated firecrackers, all of which were fake to deceive the ears and create an atmosphere. Not to mention the gunpowder in the firecrackers, I couldn't even see the spark!
It seems that fireworks can only be bought from authorized stores. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is not impossible to buy them.

Since "ammunition" is not easy to buy online, Xia Qingdai will buy weapon shells first.

She has some knowledge in this regard. After all, her brother is a policeman, and before he became obsessed with writing detective novels, he was a professional military fan.

Xia Qingdai has been influenced by many things and knows a lot of military fan websites. By following the selected posts on the website and going to a certain book, a certain audio, a certain hand, or other live broadcast room, she can easily buy a 1:1 simulated mini tank.

The price is really not cheap, it is close to three thousand, but fortunately she is now rich from selling songs. In order to prevent the mini tank from turning into an iron lump, she also bought a lot of solar panels and planned to ask Du Zhong to help modify it.

Since Du Zhong can modify drones, he should be able to modify these as well. Anyway, Xia Qingdai has chosen him.

(End of this chapter)