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

South of Xianyang City, the residence of Chunyu Yue.

Chunyu Yue, who was so enraged by Li Si's outburst at the Qilin Hall yesterday that he vomited blood and fainted on the spot, has only now slowly regained consciousness after being treated by Xia Wuqie.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a group of Confucian scholars, including Shusun Tong and Fu Sheng, gathered around his bed, their faces filled with concern and indignation.

"Lord Chunyu, you're awake!" Shusun Tong quickly stepped forward to support him.

Chunyu Yue struggled to sit up, trembling with anger at the thought of yesterday's scene in the court.

"Li Si! You scoundrel! How dare you insult Confucianism and our sages like this!"

He pounded the bed frame, coughing violently in anger.

"Master Chunyu, please calm down and take care of your health!" Fu Sheng hurriedly advised from the side, afraid that he might do something bad in anger.

"Calm down? How can I calm down!" Chunyu Yue pointed towards the door and roared, "His Majesty favors treacherous officials! Li Si is spouting nonsense in court, distorting the classics of the sages! What does he regard my Confucian doctrines as? What does he regard the sages as?!"

"Yes! Li Si's actions are utterly disgraceful! A disgrace to us Confucian scholars!"

"He must pay the price!"

A group of Confucian scholars, filled with righteous indignation, echoed his sentiments.

A glint flashed in Shusun Tong's eyes as he said, "Lord Chunyu, in my opinion, Li Si is nothing more than a knife in His Majesty's hand. If we want to retaliate, dealing with Li Si alone is useless; we must solve the problem at its root."

"Oh? What insightful opinion does Brother Shusun have?" Chunyu Yue asked.

Shusun Tong stroked his beard and slowly said, "Li Si dares to be so arrogant simply because he relies on His Majesty's favor and his Legalist doctrines. If we want to contend with him, we must find someone who can rival him, or even surpass him!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.

Yes, right now, the Legalists are the only ones who hold power in the court, and Li Si wields immense influence. These Confucian scholars and doctors, nominally advisors to the emperor, are actually powerless and have no say whatsoever. In every meeting, they are completely suppressed by Li Si.

But looking across the world, who can outdo Li Si, the current Left Chancellor?

Just then, Fu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "I've thought of someone!"

"Who?" Everyone looked at him.

Fu Sheng exclaimed excitedly, "A descendant of Confucius, the current orthodox Confucian scholar, Mr. Kong Fu!"

Kongfu!

Upon hearing this name, everyone's eyes lit up.

Kong Fu, a ninth-generation descendant of Confucius, was a great Confucian scholar of his time, and held a lofty position in the hearts of Confucian scholars, almost like a deity.

If we could invite him to Xianyang, with his reputation and knowledge, he would surely be able to set things right and restore the prestige of Confucianism!

Chunyu Yue coughed repeatedly with excitement, grabbing Fu Sheng's hand. "Quick! Fu Sheng, you must set off immediately and go to Lu in person. No matter what, you must invite Master Kong Fu to Xianyang!"

"We will show His Majesty and Li Si that the world is not entirely ruled by Legalists!"

"My Confucianism is the only true orthodox school!"

Soon, a month had passed.

During this month, Xianyang City remained peaceful. In the imperial court, the matters concerning the curved plow and refined salt were proceeding in full swing, and the construction of the Hundred Crafts Institute was also underway.

In Zhao Family Village, Lantian County, life was chaotic and disorganized.

Xu Mofu, the once high-ranking protector of the Yin-Yang School, finally managed to learn some basic life skills under Fusu's guidance.

I learned how to chop wood and wash dishes.

As for starting a fire and cooking, Fusu himself hadn't learned how. Even if he had, Zhao Huan wouldn't dare let Xu Mofu step into the kitchen again, preferring to work harder every day rather than have his home burned down again.

Bai Qi continued to supervise the village children's daily practice of horse stance and literacy, and occasionally gave Fusu pointers on swordsmanship.

Seeing that the weather was nice, Zhao Huan felt a bit bored staying in the village. His father hadn't returned for so long, so he decided to go to Lantian County for a stroll.

"Brother, I'm going out for a bit," Zhao Huan called out to Fusu, who was lost in thought in the courtyard.

Upon hearing this, Fusu jumped up and quickly walked to his side, forcing a smile: "Little brother, are you going to the county town? I'd like to go for a stroll too, I'll go with you."

Zhao Huan gave him a strange look: "It's just going shopping, what's there to accompany me?"

Fusu was heartbroken.

Can I say that I'm worried that if you go out alone, you might run into someone you shouldn't see or see something you shouldn't see, and then our identities will be exposed?

He couldn't say that, of course, so he could only force a laugh and make up an excuse: "Oh, I was just worried about you being alone. Besides, we brothers haven't even gone shopping together!"

Zhao Huan thought about it and agreed. He patted Fusu on the shoulder and said with emotion, "Alright, our brotherly bond is truly deep! Let's go!"

Fusu breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to fool them.

The two walked side by side toward the edge of the village.

As for Bai Qi, he voluntarily stayed in Zhao Family Village.

His mission was clear: before His Majesty's return, he had to keep a close watch on Xu Mofu, ensuring she didn't leave the village even for a moment, and preventing her from having any opportunity to send messages to the outside world.

Lantian County is now more bustling than ever before, thanks to its proximity to Xianyang and the impetus provided by Zhao Family Village.

The streets were bustling with activity, with vendors calling out their wares and pedestrians jostling shoulder to shoulder.

Zhao Huan and Fusu wandered aimlessly and soon left the city.

Suddenly, they saw a large crowd gathered in an open space ahead, three or four layers deep, with exclamations and cheers coming from time to time.

"Make way, make way!"

Curious, the two squeezed in and saw several government officials enthusiastically introducing a uniquely shaped plow to a group of farmers.

"Fellow villagers, look closely! This is the 'Curved Plow'! A divine instrument bestowed by His Majesty himself! With just one person and one donkey, it can plow dozens of acres a day!"

As one of the bailiffs shouted, he personally demonstrated that the curved plow was indeed light and agile, carving deep furrows in the ground.

The farmers stared in disbelief and burst into cheers.

"My God, is it really that easy?"

"I see that constable brother is using it without any effort at all!"

"If we could really cultivate dozens of acres a day, our lives would be so much better!"

Zhao Huan looked at the curved plow, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Aside from myself, the villagers, and my father, probably very few people know about this. How did the government officials find out too? And they're even using the emperor's name?

Seeing Zhao Huan's expression, Fusu knew what he was thinking. His mind raced, and he immediately leaned closer and whispered, "Brother, could this...could this be something from someone in our village who saw how useful it was and offered it to the government?"

Zhao Huan thought about it and agreed.

Everyone in the village knows the benefits of this stuff. Offering it to the authorities so that it can be promoted and benefit more people is a great thing.

I brought this out in the first place so that everyone's lives would be a little easier.

Having thought of this, he stopped thinking about it.

It's always a good thing if it can help more people. I won't lack one or two things if I rebel in the future.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

"Hmph, what a clever and ingenious scheme, just to pander to the crowd!"

Among the crowd, an old man dressed in a Confucian robe, who looked to be in his fifties and had an arrogant expression, looked at the curved plow with disdain.

Several young men, also dressed in Confucian robes, were with him; they were clearly his disciples.

Zhao Huan and Fusu looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man in the crowd, dressed in a scholar's robe, who looked to be over fifty years old, with a thin face and an arrogant expression, looking at the curved plow with disdain.

Beside him were several young men, also dressed in Confucian robes, who were clearly his disciples.

This man was Kong Fu, who had traveled a long way from Lu, passing through Lantian, and was preparing to enter Xianyang.