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

Meng Tian took the pill, his hands trembling slightly.

He glanced at the elixir, then at Ying Zheng, who had regained his former glory, and then at Zhao Huan beside him, who looked completely unfazed. He had spent half his life on the battlefield, seeing countless rare treasures, but nothing had ever made him lose his composure like this.

The word "immortality" has a huge impact on anyone.

"Old Meng, if Dad tells you to eat, then eat," Zhao Huan urged from the side. "This is good stuff; you won't find it again once it's gone."

Without further hesitation, Meng Tian swallowed the pill in one gulp.

The pills melt in the mouth and have no taste.

The next moment, a scorching stream of air exploded in his stomach, more potent than the strongest liquor he had ever drunk.

Meng Tian let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently.

Unlike Ying Zheng, who expelled a large amount of black blood, he was only covered in sweat, with layers of gray-black greasy grime seeping from his skin, emitting a fishy stench.

These are the hidden injuries and impurities that have accumulated in his body from years of fighting.

After a short while, the heat subsided and dissipated into the body.

Meng Tian felt light all over, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted. His joints, which had been stiff from years of holding weapons, were now incredibly flexible.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power. He knew he had also gained immortality.

Meng Tian knelt on one knee before Ying Zheng, his voice firm and resolute: "Your Majesty... I, Meng, am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace!"

Zhao Huan watched this scene with amusement.

Look at our cheap old man, he's got guts!

The elixir of immortality, given away so readily.

This method, this spirit, is simply that of a born leader.

With such a hardcore approach to winning people's hearts, how could this rebellion not succeed?

Zhao Huan was full of anticipation for his future life as a "carefree prince".

Ying Zheng helped Meng Tian up, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

Zhao Huan's words were all true.

The elixir of immortality is real.

It's probably true that alchemists' elixirs were poisons.

As he said, the future of the Qin Dynasty was as precarious as a pile of eggs.

No.

We must return to Xianyang immediately.

He needed to verify every word Zhao Huan said, and then, using this pretext of "rebellion," completely turn the tide for the Qin Dynasty!

Ying Zheng stood up, straightened his clothes, and his face showed a touch of "fatherly" emotion and solemnity.

"Huan'er, I need to leave for a while."

Zhao Huan was taken aback: "Father? You just got back, why are you leaving again? Did something go wrong with the business outside?"

"It's not a mistake." Ying Zheng waved his hand, his tone calm. "You're right. We're dealing with a momentous matter: establishing the dynasty. This can't be taken lightly. I've been away from home for many years, acquiring numerous businesses and building a wide network of connections. Now, it's time to bring all these resources back."

He looked at Zhao Huan and spoke with deep emotion: "Our 'great undertaking' needs money and people. I must personally go back, liquidate all our assets, and gather all the trustworthy people. Only in this way will we have the capital to overturn the world."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan suddenly understood.

So that's how it is!

He slapped his thigh excitedly: "I get it! Dad, you're going to integrate resources, mobilize external funds and the core team! Yes, yes, yes, that's called concentrating resources to accomplish great things! How come I didn't think of that?"

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Decisive and with extraordinary courage, my father has the potential to be a great emperor for all time.

Upon hearing that a rebellion was about to break out, they immediately began preparing start-up funds and recruiting core members.

specialized!

"Father, don't worry!" Zhao Huan patted his chest and assured him, "You handle things outside, and I'll take care of things at home perfectly! Our Zhao Family Village is the rear base for our great cause! I promise to get the logistics in order!"

"Good, good." Ying Zheng nodded repeatedly, very satisfied with his "son's" "comprehension".

This was exactly the effect he wanted. He needed Zhao Huan to stay here peacefully and continue tinkering with those mysterious and unpredictable things.

"You stay in the village and focus on its development. Consider everything as preparation for our great cause," Ying Zheng reassured him. "Once I've dealt with matters outside, I'll return immediately. At that time, it will be the time for us, father and son, to rise from the ashes."

"No problem! Just you wait and see, Father!" Zhao Huan said enthusiastically.

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction. This "good son" was truly thoughtful.

Just as I turned to leave, my gaze was drawn to the pile of round tubers in the corner. The hot and sour shredded potatoes I had just eaten were absolutely delicious.

"By the way, Huan'er," Ying Zheng pointed to the pile of potatoes, "this is what we ate just now, isn't it? Tell your father about it again."

"Father, you've come to the right person!"

He walked to the corner, picked up a potato, and presented it to Ying Zheng like a precious treasure.

"Dad, this thing is called a potato, a magical thing left behind by my teacher. Don't let its ugly appearance fool you, it's incredibly useful!"

"How do you grow this?" Ying Zheng asked the question he was most concerned about.

"This stuff is easy to grow. Just cut it into pieces, leave a bud, and bury it in the soil, and it'll survive. Plus, it's not picky about the soil; it can grow even in barren mountain areas. Most importantly, the yield per acre is astonishing! In our village, those few acres of poor land yielded over 3,000 jin per acre!"

Ying Zheng and Meng Tian listened, their breathing becoming rapid.

Yield of 3,000 jin per mu!

Although they had already heard it from the old farmer, hearing it confirmed by Zhao Huan still made Ying Zheng and Meng Tian's hearts clench.

This means that the Qin Dynasty will completely bid farewell to hunger!

Zhao Huan, oblivious to their lapse in composure, continued his enthusiastic introduction.

"And there are so many ways to eat this!"

"There are so many ways to eat it!" Zhao Huan counted on his fingers. "The simplest way is to just throw it in the fire and roast it, or boil it in water. It tastes pretty good. If you want to be more particular, you can make it into mashed potatoes. It has a smooth texture and both the elderly and children love it."

"Dad, let me teach you another amazing way to make it. Cut it into strips, fry them in oil until golden brown and crispy—they're incredibly fragrant! We call that 'French fries.' Or you can cut them into thin slices and fry them to make 'potato chips,' which can be eaten as a snack or as dry food, and they're easy to carry!"

"Mashed potatoes... French fries... potato chips..." Ying-Zhao-Zheng-Zheng muttered to himself, memorizing these unfamiliar words.

With each additional word he heard, the shock in his heart deepened.

The importance of this item is no less than that of the elixir of immortality!

The elixir of immortality can stabilize the mind of a ruler and solidify the loyalty of his core ministers.

And this potato can bring peace to all people and stabilize the Qin Dynasty!

"Excellent! Excellent stuff!" Ying Zheng suppressed his excitement. "Huan'er, pack some for me. I'll take some as a 'sample' so those 'shopkeepers' outside can see what kind of big business we're doing!"

"Okay!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Huan found two large sacks and quickly filled them with potatoes, each sack being quite heavy.

Ying Zheng and Meng Tian each carried a bag.

"Dad, Old Meng, drive carefully."

Zhao Huan stood at the courtyard gate, putting on a show of filial piety, reluctant to part with Ying Zheng. He tugged at Ying Zheng's sleeve, his eyes reddening again.

"Father, you must come back soon this time! I feel so empty being home alone."

Looking at him like this, Ying Zheng felt both amused and sentimental, and could only continue to play the role of "Zhao Zheng".

"Don't worry, Huan'er. I'll be back as soon as I've finished dealing with things outside. Take good care of yourself at home, and also help me rebuild our village."

"Huan'er, take care."

After a farewell filled with "filial piety and parental love," Ying Zheng and Meng Tian disappeared at the end of the official road.

Zhao Huan looked in the direction they had left, put his hands on his hips, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Having a capable father makes things so much easier."

On the official road, after walking several miles out of Zhao Family Village and confirming that the village could no longer be seen, Ying Zheng stopped.

The warmth and emotion on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by the coldness and majesty unique to emperors.

He put down the sack on his shoulder and turned to look at Meng Tian, ​​who had also put down his sack.

"Meng Tian".

"Your subject is here." Meng Tian bowed.

Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable, chilling intensity.

"Issue my decree."

"Black Ice Guard, completely seal off the area within a ten-mile radius of Zhao Family Village. No one is allowed to enter or leave at will."

"Those who disobey orders will be executed without mercy!"