Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

"How is it, Father?" Zhao Huan put the curved plow on the ground and laughed smugly, "I told you, this thing is much better than the one we have now."

"It's so useful...it's more than just useful!" Ying Zheng stepped forward, stroking the curved plow as if it were a priceless treasure. "Huan'er, you...you are truly a gift from heaven to me...a rare and precious gift to our family!"

In his excitement, Ying Zheng almost let slip what was going on.

"Hehe, so-so, third in the world." Zhao Huan scratched his head.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions. He personally lifted the curved plow, and found it much lighter than he had imagined.

He tried pushing it, just like Zhao Huan had done, and it was effortless.

Bai Qi, Li Si, and Meng Tian also gathered around, touching this and looking at that, their faces full of amazement.

"Young master, this object is exquisitely crafted, especially the curved plowshare and adjustable plowshare—it's simply a stroke of genius!"

Li Si praised it sincerely.

Zhao Huan waved his hand and said, "Father, actually, I've only figured out the basics of this. If we really want to do it well and with expertise, we need to find a professional."

"A professional?" Ying Zheng immediately seized on the key word and pressed for an answer.

“That’s right,” Zhao Huan said matter-of-factly. “There are different kinds of knowledge in this world, each with its own strengths. If we’re going to ‘rebel,’ we need to recruit the best people from all walks of life.”

"Take plowing and farming for example. Who knows the most? Of course, it's the farmers. They deal with the land and crops all day long. Letting them study how to improve farm tools and how to increase yields is definitely better than us figuring it out on our own."

"For example, who is most skilled at making the curved plow and various other tools? It's definitely the Mohists and the Gongshu School!"

Zhao Huan started his "talent planning" by counting on his fingers.

"The Mohists are all tech geeks who love mechanical engineering and physics. If you give them an idea, they can build anything from a simple plow to anything more complex.

"And then there's the Gongshu family, descendants of Lu Ban, the patriarch of carpenters. They're top-notch at building houses, carts, and ships. We'll need them to build a navy and cross great rivers in the future."

"And then there are the physicians. Our soldiers go to the battlefield, and if they get wounded, they need medical treatment, right? We can't just wait for them to die. If we bring in physicians, they can study herbal remedies and surgical techniques. How many brave young men could we save?"

"And...and the Legalists. Father, you're a merchant, so you must know the importance of rules. As our group grows, we need clear rules of reward and punishment, and that's where the Legalists come in to establish them."

Zhao Huan spoke with great enthusiasm, completely unaware that with each school of thought he mentioned, the expressions of Ying Zheng, Li Si, and others grew more serious.

The Hundred Schools of Thought!

In Ying Zheng's view, these were all things that disturbed people's peace of mind and went against the laws of the empire.

The Mohists, in particular, advocated "universal love and non-aggression," formed groups in private, and disobeyed the orders of the government, making them a destabilizing factor for the empire.

But now, in Zhao Huan's words, these destabilizing factors have become valuable talents who can promote the "great cause".

Ying Zheng was deeply shaken. His long-held belief was "rule of law," which meant using strict laws to bind everyone within the framework of the empire, requiring uniformity in thought and action.

Zhao Huan, however, proposed the idea of ​​"using it for my own purposes".

No matter what school of thought you belong to, no matter what your ideas are, as long as your technology is useful to me, I will use you.

Li Si listened with trepidation. He was a Legalist and had always held a dismissive attitude towards schools of thought such as Mohism and Confucianism.

But after listening to Zhao Huan's words, he had to admit that if they could really make use of these people's skills and strengths, what terrifying power would be unleashed.

"But...Young Master Huan," Li Si couldn't help but speak up, "the various schools of thought have different ideas and are unruly, especially the Mohists, who have never submitted to the king's rule. To get them to work for us is probably...as difficult as climbing to heaven."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan smiled. Looking at Li Si, his eyes conveyed the message, "You are still too young."

"Butler Li, what's so difficult about this?"

"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish. Disobey? Then beat them until they obey!"

Zhao Huan's tone was casual, yet it was ruthless.

"We 'invite' all their families and disciples over, treat them with the best treatment, and provide them with the best food and drink. Then we tell them that if they want their families to live a good life, they should work for us obediently."

"If you do a good job, you'll be rewarded, your name will be remembered in history, and your wife and children will be granted titles and privileges—none of that will be a problem."

"If you don't do a good job, or if you're trying to pull some tricks... hehe."

Zhao Huan didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present knew what that cold laugh meant.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Huan and became more and more satisfied.

This is the kind of approach that those who achieve great things should take. All talk of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and the power of a king is utter nonsense in the face of absolute self-interest and absolute violence.

He suddenly felt that his previous approach to the various schools of thought had been too "gentle".

Perhaps, from the very beginning, we should have taken control of all three clans of these people and forced them to serve the Qin Dynasty.

"Huan'er, you're right."

"Professionals should do professional things. Your method suits me perfectly!"

Unbeknownst to the various schools of thought, it was because of Zhao Huan's words that their three clans welcomed their most severe father.

After returning the donkey to their neighbor, Stone, the group carried the curved plow back to their yard.

Ying Zheng had already made up his mind and was preparing to find an excuse to return to Xianyang to arrange this matter.

But at that moment, Zhao Huan suddenly stopped.

His gaze sharpened like lightning as he targeted a shadowy spot in the corner of the courtyard wall, and he barked, "Who's there? Sneaking around like that, come out!"

Everyone was startled and followed his gaze, only to find the area empty except for the shadows of a tree.

Meng Tian and Bai Qi's expressions tightened; they hadn't noticed anything amiss.

While Fusu and Li Si were still wondering...

Zhao Huan launched another arrow, which traveled several meters across the distance. His right hand became a blur as it plunged directly into the shadows.

With a muffled groan and the soft crack of bones dislocating, a dark figure was dragged out of the shadows by Zhao Huan and slammed heavily into the center of the courtyard.

A man dressed in black with a cold and stern face appeared before everyone's eyes.

This scene nearly made Fusu and Li Si, who were seeing Zhao Huan make a move for the first time, stare wide-eyed.

too fast.

From discovery to subjugation, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Fusu had previously heard Ying Zheng say that Zhao Huan was very strong, and that neither Bai Qi nor Meng Tian were his match. At first, he thought that the two of them were not going all out for Zhao Huan because of his status.

Now it seems...