I was a god in the 18th century

Seeing that the conflict escalated, the squires, who later served as the constables of their respective territories, sat together for a meeting and agreed that people from outside could come to East Lake to pick up a bucket of water every day, so that the conflict was suppressed. .

People in the East Lake plot certainly have extra privileges.

Although we cannot have unlimited water, if a family picks five or six buckets a day, no one can say anything.

Now the water level of East Lake has recovered to a level that is no longer alarming. So people who live by the lake are not addicted to hoarding water.

People in the waterless areas outside don't know how much they envy the people on both sides of the East Lake. Even the real estate prices here have surged.

As long as a squire is willing to sell the land, it is guaranteed to set a new record for real estate transactions.

In fact, it is not that people are not tempted. Unfortunately, most of the land here is hereditary real estate and cannot be bought or sold.

For properties like Xia Qingdai Wanghe Villa, which can be bought and sold, the market price has reached a point close to the sky-high price. If she is willing to speculate, now would be a good time.

Back to the subject, the pastor watched the downpour of rain flying towards this side, getting wet, and then flew away quickly.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky, and saw a huge dragon head flying over the church.

He only felt that his three views and beliefs were hit by an unprecedented impact. His knees were so weak that he held on to the stone pillars of the church to prevent him from kneeling down.

"Dragon...this is a real dragon..."

The one who expressed this emotion today was not only this pastor whose entire worldview collapsed, but also countless people like him.

Anderson, who was lying on the hospital bed and groaning, was about to fall asleep when he was suddenly woken up by the sound of raindrops.

He tried to open his eyes and looked out the window, seeing countless streams meandering on the glass.

"Dragon... The Dragon God is here, woo woo hoo..." Anderson, who had already planned to give in completely, saw the dragon flashing past in the clouds, and suddenly began to cry bitterly.

Was his suffering finally seen by the Dragon God?
Owen, who made a long circuit on the tree-lined paths in the vast countryside, drove his off-road vehicle back to the small town, bringing a romantic sun shower to the residents of the small town.

But just when he parked the car in front of the hospital and was about to go in to visit Mr. Anderson, who was said to have been beaten badly in prison, the rain stopped.

Owen looked back at the sky, and sure enough he saw the giant snow-white hand clasping the dragon's neck and disappearing into the clouds.

This morning, the rain suddenly stopped several times, and each time it stopped for less than a minute before continuing.

As soon as he realized that the rain had stopped, Owen also stopped the car and let the land wait for the rain.

This time, as Owen expected, when he started walking up the stairs, it started raining heavily again.

Many people inside and outside the hospital were shouting, jumping and rushing into the rain.

This is the first rain the town has experienced in half a year, so why not be excited!

In May, it rained once in a church not far from the town, but there was not a drop of rain in the town. It finally rained today.

The days are starting to look promising, and everyone is so happy.

Xia Qingdai went to the bathroom to get a new bucket of water, returned to the room, and then started to continue artificial rainfall.

She had been repeating this assiduously for several hours without feeling tired. On the one hand, there were constant traces of faith that replenished her energy. On the other hand, seeing everyone so happy in the rain and the feedback to her was so strong, she inexplicably felt a sense of mission. , as if he had really become a god and should make the world smooth.

Owen said he went into the hospital to visit a friend. There was a lot of people down there. Xia Qingdai couldn't hear Owen's movements in the hospital, so she simply stopped paying attention to him and happily used a sprayer to bring rain to the town.

She found it very interesting to see the little people below happily placing the basins in the open air, filling them with rainwater, and then carrying them into the house bucket by bucket. It was like looking at an oil painting full of fireworks.

The town is not as dense as the countryside, and the population density is relatively high. Therefore, when it rains, there are especially many people who get together to party in the rain.

The joyful atmosphere spread to every corner of the town like a contagion, vaguely giving Xia Qingdai the feeling of seeing the Water Splashing Festival in the Lingnan region of China.

Owen stayed in the hospital for half an hour, and Xia Qingdai was right above the small town hospital, and it rained for half an hour.

After Owen came out of the hospital, Xia Qingdai shouted to Owen: "Go home, it's almost eleven o'clock. You haven't had breakfast yet. Are you hungry?"

Owen raised his head and said something, but Xia Qingdai didn't hear it clearly.

There was nothing she could do, the villain down there was too noisy, and Owen wasn't shouting, so how could she distinguish him from the noise.

On the contrary, for Owen, Xia Qingdai's voice was like thunder, hitting his ears directly, and he could hear it clearly.

This is normal, after all, Owen is only as big as Xia Qingdai's finger. To him, Xia Qingdai was like mountains and seas.

Seeing that Xia Qingdai just smiled and didn't respond, Owen knew that she didn't hear his reply clearly, so he simply said no more, turned around, got into the car, and drove back to Fucui Villa.

He just got the latest news that an army was going to be stationed in the town.

In a drought year like this, instead of sending people to provide disaster relief, the government deploys troops to suppress the disaster. Only the capitalist world would do this.

When Owen returned to Fucui Villa, Xia Qingdai also collected two spray bottles and went to the bathroom to wash herself.

After Owen drove the car straight to the parking garage of the castle, he walked into the castle in three steps at a time and called the butler David to talk.

"Did it rain here again while I was out this morning?"

When he came in, he saw that the ground was wet. It couldn't be the rain from last night. The sun is so bright, if it had rained last night, the ground would have been dried out long ago.

David's answer also confirmed Owen's suspicion: "Sir, it's been drizzling here in the Villa this morning."

"How big is the range? Please circle it on the map for me."

David took the quill and started drawing on the paper Owen provided. Owen looked at the place he circled with a thoughtful expression on his face.

At this time, Xia Qingdai had washed and wiped the sprayer and put it away. She pressed the roof and returned to the castle.

She changed into a dress, then walked downstairs without any further delay, and met her would-be needle practitioner, old Mrs. Irving.

The other party was complaining about everything habitually, and Xia Qingdai bowed politely to her. The latter immediately let out a burst of exclamation, boasting that the sun was shining in the west today and that the mysterious cousin actually came downstairs.

Xia Qingdai ignored Mrs. Owen's exaggeration. This old woman has a strong advantage, that is, she seems to be living in her own fairy tale, and her mental state is a hundred years ahead of ordinary people.