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

Chunyu Yue trembled with rage, pointing at Li Si, his lips quivering: "You...you...talking nonsense! This is utterly defamatory of the sage! Outrageous!"

"Lord Chunyu, don't be anxious." Li Si ignored his anger and continued slowly, "I also know that the saying 'If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening' does not mean that if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die content in the evening."

"What it really means is: If I find out the way to your house this morning, you're dead by tonight. Not even Jesus can save you, I'm telling you!"

"puff--"

In the queue, a young official couldn't help but laugh.

Laughter then spread throughout the hall as if it were contagious.

The Confucian scholars' faces turned a deep shade of liver, filled with anger and anxiety, yet they didn't know how to refute him.

"You...you..." Chunyu Yue pointed at Li Si, unable to catch his breath, and felt a sweet taste in his throat.

With a "whoosh," he actually spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot!

His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

"Lord Chunyu!"

"Quickly! Summon the imperial physician!"

"Lord Chunyu has fainted!"

The Confucian scholars were immediately thrown into chaos, rushing to help him up, and the entire Qilin Hall became noisy.

Looking at Chunyu Yue lying unconscious on the ground, Li Si sighed inwardly: There isn't a single one who can fight.

And that was the last blow.

"Colleagues, do not panic. Lord Chunyu must have suddenly comprehended the true teachings of the sage, and his mind was so agitated that he fainted."

"From this day forward, I, Li Si, will also embrace Confucianism and win people over with virtue!"

Upon hearing this, the group of Confucian scholars who were trying to save Chunyu Yue froze in their tracks.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Li Si.

If looks could kill, Li Si would already be torn to pieces.

You believe in Confucianism? What kind of Confucianism do you believe in?

"Li Si! You've gone too far!" Shusun Tong pointed at him, his finger trembling. "We are your sworn enemies!"

The Confucian scholars could no longer contain their anger; their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and they were ready to discuss "winning people over with virtue" with Li Si at any moment.

"That's enough!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ying Zheng finally spoke from his throne, silencing all the noise.

The Confucian scholars could only glare angrily at Li Si in resentment.

"It is said that Xia Wuqie, the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, is treating Dr. Chunyu."

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Gao responded in a shrill voice, and hurriedly sent a young eunuch to deliver the order.

Soon, several eunuchs carried a soft couch and carefully carried the unconscious Chunyu Yue away.

Ying Zheng's gaze swept over the crowd in the hall, finally landing on Li Si with an approving look.

Well done.

Using Huan'er's method to deal with these old fogies who are so conservative and inflexible has proven to be remarkably effective.

His tone turned cold as he looked at the Confucian scholars who still wanted to rush up and argue with Li Si.

"My esteemed ministers, the postponement of the morning court session today is not due to my desire for pleasure, but rather because I have secured two powerful tools for strengthening our Great Qin!"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, filled with an air of domineering arrogance.

"If any of you can produce such a divine object for the Great Qin, I will grant your request, not only to postpone the morning court session but also to never attend court again!"

The meaning is clear: stop arguing and shouting. Whoever has the ability should take the lead, and those who don't should shut their mouths!

The Confucian scholars, who had been indignant just moments before, all lowered their heads and fell silent.

After all, they are good at talking, but they can't offer anything other than basic manners and values.

Seeing that he had calmed the situation down, Ying Zheng gave Zhao Gao a wink.

"Bring it here!"

Zhao Gao understood immediately, turned around, and shouted loudly towards the outside of the hall, "Summon—the divine object to the hall!"

As Zhao Gao spoke, everyone's gaze turned to the outside of the Qilin Hall.

They all wanted to see what kind of "divine object" could make the usually diligent Emperor postpone the morning court session.

Amidst the curious and expectant gazes of the court officials, two eunuchs presented a strangely shaped plow and a pottery jar as they entered the Qilin Hall.

"What is this?"

"It looks like a plow, but why does it look so...unusual?"

"With those skinny arms and legs, can they be used for plowing? Won't they fall apart if you exert too much force?"

The officials whispered among themselves, full of doubt.

The straight-shafted plow of the Qin Dynasty was incredibly heavy, requiring two oxen to pull it, and was extremely laborious to operate. This thing in front of us looks much lighter and doesn't seem like it could do heavy work at all.

Ying Zheng took in everyone's reactions and explained with a smile.

"This object is called a curved-shaft plow. I found it by chance during my tour of the empire."

"This plow, though seemingly light and nimble, is actually quite ingenious. Its shaft curves from straight to curved, greatly reducing resistance during plowing. Its plowshares can deflect the tumbled soil to one side, reducing obstacles to progress. Most importantly, it is lightweight and flexible, requiring no two oxen, but only one, or even a donkey or a mule, to easily plow the land!"

"What?!"

"One donkey can pull it?!"

"This...this is impossible!"

Inside the main hall, exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

It was common knowledge that the Qin Dynasty was short of cattle. Draft cattle were an important strategic resource, and the unauthorized slaughter of draft cattle by civilians was a serious crime.

This also led to a large amount of land being unable to be deeply cultivated due to a lack of animal power, and it could only be left fallow, which greatly limited the production of grain.

If what Your Majesty says is true, and even livestock like donkeys and mules, which are not uncommon in Qin, can be used for plowing, then it will be a revolutionary change for agriculture in Qin!

"Your Majesty, is this true?"

Zheng Guo, the official who valued agriculture most highly, stepped forward excitedly.

Ying Zheng did not answer, but instead looked at Meng Tian in the ranks of generals.

"Meng Tian".

"Your subject is here!"

Meng Tian strode forward, his voice booming like a bell.

"Tell my ministers of the power of this curved plow," Ying Zheng instructed.

"Here you go!"

Meng Tian turned to face the assembled officials, his face filled with undisguised excitement and reverence.

He vividly described what he had witnessed in Zhao Family Village.

"My lords, I swear on my life! I saw with my own eyes a young man, all by himself and a donkey, effortlessly turning over neat waves of earth on the hard wasteland with this curved-shaft plow! Its speed and agility in turning far surpassed the double-oxen straight-shaft plows used by the most elite garrison troops of my Great Qin!"

Meng Tian's words resounded like thunder in the Qilin Hall.

The entire court of officials stared blankly at the curved plow, their faces filled with shock.

Who is Meng Tian? He is the Supreme General of Qin and a trusted minister of His Majesty. Would he joke about his own life?

In other words, everything His Majesty said is true!

What does this mean?

This means that countless plots of land in the Qin Dynasty that had been abandoned due to a lack of oxen could be reclaimed!

The grain production of the Great Qin will experience an explosive increase!

"God bless my Great Qin! God bless my Great Qin!"

Zheng Guo, the old minister in charge of the nation's agriculture and finance, was so moved that tears streamed down his face, and he bowed and spoke.

"Your Majesty's acquisition of this divine object is a blessing for the nation and a boon for all the people!"

The other officials also realized what was happening and offered their congratulations in unison.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations!"

"With this plow, how could our Great Qin possibly worry about food shortages?!"

"Truly a national treasure! Its value is no less than that of a million-strong army!"

The Confucian scholars who were just clamoring for His Majesty to "purge the court of corrupt officials" now wished they could disappear into a crack in the ground.

While they were still debating the etiquette of postponing the morning court session, His Majesty had already found a divine object sufficient to bring peace to the world for the Qin Dynasty.

Comparing the two, a judgment is made.

Seeing the excited reaction of his ministers, Ying Zheng was also filled with pride.

But his face remained calm, and he raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"The curved plow is only one example."