I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 553: Fucui Villa Reappears
"Sister, what's wrong with you lately? Are you under too much academic pressure? Haven't you published several papers? You won't have to worry about graduation." Xia Shanglu, whose observation skills were becoming more and more acute, soon noticed the changes in his sister's mood.

Xia Qingdai replied listlessly: "Nothing, just that a friend left and I'm unhappy."

"What friend? Not going to graduate school anymore?"

"No." Xia Qingdai was mad, "Brother, don't ask, you don't know."

Xia Shanglu raised his eyebrows and said in a long tone: "Okay~ No matter what, you've grown up!"

Xia Qingdai buried her head in the bowl and took a few mouthfuls of rice, pretending not to hear.

Ever since she dreamed that the statue spoke in front of it that day, she has never seen her castle again.

Now, in the glass tank, there is only a village made up of various ancient Chinese buildings that she had placed there herself. The field of vision is pitifully small compared to that of Fucui Villa.

Worried that even this piece of land might suddenly disappear, Xia Qingdai asked Wen Renyi to send people into the city to buy a lot of Qing Dynasty treasures.

At the same time, she brought Wen Renyi more than 20 Gatling cannons with steel balls, and whenever she had time, she helped Wen Renyi develop the mountains and build treasure houses, contributing to the rebellion.

She not only gave weapons and food, but also many slow-release nutrient bars that could improve the fertility of the soil.

Since the mountain range where the village is located is close to the sea, the land at the foot of the mountain is mostly saline-alkali land that is not suitable for growing crops. Xia Qingdai also brought a lot of industrial concentrated sulfuric acid from modern times to improve the salinity of the soil, as well as phosphate fertilizer, zinc fertilizer, and nitrogen fertilizer to improve the fertility of the soil.

The rational use of fertilizers is definitely the only way to increase production and income. People with higher education will not refuse scientific planting, even if they don't know anything about farming before, they can just take time to learn.

If modern high-quality grain seeds would not die as soon as they were brought to Lilliput, she would have changed the grain seeds long ago.

Wen Renyi, who directly benefited from this, had absolute respect for Xia Qingdai, the ancestor god. Not only did he often carry out religious activities, he also specially invited several stonemasons to carve a statue for her.

Although Xia Qingdai herself went to the shopping mall to print a few 3D figures and put them in Lilliput, the effect was far inferior to the ones carved devoutly by believers one by one.

Forget about the function of opening up new horizons. The victory is to collect more power of faith.

One day a few months later, Xia Qingdai suddenly discovered that the power of faith that was gathering had increased.

She walked to the side of the glass jar and took a closer look, and found that the extra power of faith was floating in from nothingness.

For example, the edge of the glass tank, the thick fog that has long been impossible to explore, etc.

After a little thought, she understood a little. The power of faith in the void at the edge of the glass jar was probably the feedback from the fire of faith power she had spread all the way south with Owen's delegation.

Xunzi said, "Without the accumulation of small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without the accumulation of small streams, one cannot form a river or sea." No effort will be wasted.

With the arrival of her 23rd birthday, the five-year stable period of the landscape box mentioned by the statue is approaching, and indeed, even the only remaining piece of land of the mountain village is beginning to be shrouded in fog.

During this year, although Xia Qingdai had appeared in various places throughout the world to preach through Wen Renyi, she still failed to be believed in as a god.

However, she had a feeling that the power of faith in her dantian had accumulated to a critical value. Maybe tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow, she would have a breakthrough.

Even if she didn't get what she wanted, Xia Qingdai had already prepared herself mentally and could accept it calmly. But in order to avoid not having time to say goodbye, she would go into the temple whenever she went to sleep.

Late one night, Xia Qingdai woke up from her sleep and suddenly felt something in her heart. She opened her eyes and saw that everything in the temple was changing.

"Wen Renyi!" She opened the temple gate and shouted towards Wen Renyi's residence not far away. In the darkness, countless people were awakened by this shout.

In a moment, Wen Renyi was dressed and came to the temple.

"Wenren Yi, I'm leaving." Xia Qingdai smiled at him, "The future rebellion depends on you. I have already told you the history of the Qing Dynasty for the next hundred years. Whether you can change the fate of China being dragged into the abyss by this corrupt feudal dynasty depends on you."

"Ancestor God, do you mean that you will never show up again?" Wen Renyi was shocked, but his emotions remained stable.

"Yeah." Xia Qingdai nodded and said a few more words to Wen Renyi.

But Wen Renyi could not hear any sound except seeing her lips opening and closing.

He doesn't understand lip reading.

Xia Qingdai disappeared in the candlelight. Wen Renyi stretched out his hand to catch the light spots scattered in the air when she left, but he caught nothing. A hint of loneliness appeared on his usually calm and self-reliant face.

He walked forward quietly and lit a stick of incense in front of the stone statue. However, this time, there would no longer be a beautiful face casting curious glances at him through the clouds.

When Xia Qingdai returned to the modern era, she suddenly felt a sharp pain sweeping through her body. She squatted beside the glass tank for a long time before she recovered, and she broke out in cold sweat.

For a moment, she almost thought she was finished.

After recovering, Xia Qingdai pounced on the glass jar again.

"Hey! Fucui Villa!" Xia Qingdai exclaimed in surprise. The glass jar in front of her returned to the way it was when she first got it five years ago.

She quickly reached out and touched the pointed roof of the castle, but nothing happened. She neither entered the castle as she wished, nor could she sense anything going on in the castle.

"Owen, Owen?" She leaned her head over and called out to the castle below. Unfortunately, little Owen, who always responded to her immediately, did not respond at all.

The entire castle was dead silent, with no sign of any villain at all.

If it weren't for the Hanfu she was wearing, which came from a high-end clothing store in the Qing Dynasty, proving that she had indeed traveled through time and space, everything in front of her would seem like a dream of hers.

Xia Qingdai clung to the glass jar in disappointment, staring blankly at the reappearing Fucui Villa, hoping for a miracle to happen.

It was not until she was tired of watching and fell asleep that wisps of power of faith floated out from Fucui Villa and penetrated into her body along her forehead.

It is afternoon in the UK, which has an eight-hour time difference with Jiangcheng in winter.

In the London villa that Xia Qingdai had visited, Eucommia ulmoides appeared there.

He took the documents from a lady who looked very similar to Xia Qingdai, signed them one by one, and handed them to the two lawyers who were waiting nearby.

"Are you really not going to come back to China with me? I think Qingdai must want to see you."

The lady smiled and shook her head. She didn't say a word of explanation. She just waved her hand calmly and left.

Du Zhong looked at her leaving back and sighed secretly.

This book is about to be finished, and the next book is in planning. Thank you all for your support along the way.