I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 509 Silk Rain

In a moment, the originally quiet ancient town became noisy.

People rushed to tell each other, and scrambled in courtyards, streets, and even rivers and ditches for the large pieces of silk cloth falling from the sky.

For ordinary people, what is the difference between picking up silk cloth and picking up money? They are willing to risk their lives to pick it up. There are even several corners where people fight over a piece of cloth.

The sun finally jumped out from the clouds and gently sprinkled on every bluestone road.

Those who got up early and reaped the rewards hugged the silk cloth tightly in their arms, their faces filled with indescribable joy and excitement.

These fabrics are so colorful and have such unique patterns that they seem like the essence in the hands of the Weaver Girl in heaven.

After a while, the common people who had recovered knelt down and murmured to themselves, thanking the gods in heaven for their generous gifts.

County magistrate Zhang Yutian, who had not slept well the night before, heard the cheers outside in a daze. The scene of the old craftsman in the county government workshop tinkering with the magical textile machine last night emerged in his mind again.

The loom not only had a peculiar shape, but also had a unique mechanism inside that drove it. If it had not been accompanied by detailed illustrations in vernacular Chinese, even an experienced weaver would have found it difficult to use it smoothly.

But once they figured out how to use it and got it running smoothly, everyone was stunned.

This machine can spin multiple yarns at the same time. It is suitable for cotton, wool and linen fibers. It is several times faster and more efficient than the traditional manual spinning machine, which is equivalent to one person doing the work of at least eight people. It can be seen that while improving production efficiency, it also reduces labor output, which means that labor and time costs are greatly saved.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Yutian was both happy and worried.

The good news is that the appearance of this textile machine that fell from the sky indicates that the price of textiles will be greatly reduced, and ordinary people may be able to afford new clothes.

The worry is that if this kind of textile machine is vigorously promoted by workshops, a large number of working women in rural areas who rely on weaving to support their families will face extremely difficult situations.

If the people's source of livelihood becomes unstable, society will be prone to unrest and the crime rate may rise.

As a local official, he must consider the long-term welfare of the people. It is his duty to ensure that local people live and work in peace and contentment, and do not cause trouble or cause disturbances.

Zhang Yutian has not yet made up his mind whether or not and how to promote this magical object. This is not a trivial matter.

Because of this, he did not sleep well that night, as his head was filled with the sounds of his subordinates arguing at night.

Some people said that the textile industry should be developed through vigorous promotion; some people thought that the policy should be reported to the imperial court first and the decision should be made by the Central Ministry of Industry; and some people were totally opposed to it and believed that the imperial court should not take the lead in competing with the people for profits.

His confidant, Master Wang, advised him to immediately order the Ministry of Industry to conduct an in-depth study of its structure and principle, and strive to copy and localize it. Then, he should try it out in Dinghai and report the results after they are achieved, instead of reporting it to the higher authorities immediately. Everyone knew the reason.

In short, there were many different opinions about this matter. Even when Zhang Yutian was lying in bed, he could still hear the noise of the piston machine and the arguments among his subordinates buzzing in his head.

Not long after, Zhang Yutian, who was drowsy from his sleep, suddenly opened his eyes: "Silk? What silk? This machine can even spin silk?"

He hurriedly put on his clothes and kept calling for the servant to come in and help him put on his shoes and tie his hair.

After being busy with the artifact that fell from the sky for most of the night yesterday, he did not go back to the master bedroom in the backyard to sleep, but went straight to rest in the lounge in the front hall. Therefore, the sounds from outside could be heard clearly at this moment.

When Zhang Yutian opened the door and saw the rain of cloth falling from the sky not far away, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. "What is this? Cloth is falling from the sky?! Am I dreaming?" Zhang Yutian was confused and muttered to himself.

"Sir, it's the gods! It's the gods who are distributing silk cloth to everyone. Many people in the mansion have run away. Look, the cleaning work hasn't even been finished, and they're gone!" Some people were afraid of the unknown and did not dare to go out, but they were jealous of others who had picked up silk fabrics.

We must seize this opportunity and report everything to the county magistrate.

"What did you say?" Zhang Yutian felt unbelievable. He immediately flicked his sleeves and strode out of the county government office.

He wanted to go and see clearly and find out what was going on.

At the same time, Xia Qingdai scattered rags along the way and finally came to the map section with the county government office.

The drone quietly landed on a rooftop somewhere. As soon as Ou Wenfu got out of the car, Xia Qingdai took the drone back to the modern world. Such a large "flying saucer"-shaped drone would be too conspicuous in a small city.

Then she picked up the projector, turned it on, and just as she placed it on the open space in the front yard of the county government office and was about to use a cover to block the sunlight above the government office and play a short film about the Industrial Revolution for the county magistrate, a puff of green smoke suddenly came out of the projector, and then the screen went off!

"It's broken?" Xia Qingdai took the projector back and fiddled with it for a few times, only to find that it wouldn't turn on at all. She also smelled a strange smell as if the machine was burning.

"How come it suddenly broke down?!" Xia Qingdai was stunned. After sitting there for a moment, she slowly shifted her gaze to her mobile phone.

The projector is broken, so what if she just uses her mobile phone to play the short film about the Industrial Revolution?
After thinking for a while, Xia Qingdai took out her brother's old mobile phone from the drawer, uploaded the video, clicked it, and then moved it to the county government square below.

There was another "pop" sound, and the phone screen went black inexplicably.

Xia Qingdai opened her mouth slightly, with some guesses in her mind.

She stared blankly at the ancient county government office, and suddenly felt a little bored.

After a moment, Xia Qingdai reached out to the rooftop where Owen was, "Let's go back."

Owen looked up in surprise: "Now?"

"Ah."

"Oh." Owen knew something must have happened because the goddess' tone and expression suddenly became gloomy, but he didn't keep asking.

If the goddess wants to speak, she will speak naturally. If she doesn't want to speak, then he should remain silent now.

Xia Qingdai carried Owen into the clouds, then took the drone and let him sit in the carriage on it.

Strands of power of faith floated up from below and flew in the direction of the drone. Xia Qingdai rested her arms on the edge of the glass tank, looking at the cheering people below, taking a deep breath from time to time.

At least today we gained a decent amount of power of faith. The ordinary people are much more sensible than those soldiers and they gave their power of faith generously.

She should be more approachable.