Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

"Who said that? They're just a few heavy, enormous cauldrons. I'd like to give them a try!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Pei Yaojun stride into the center of the arena, his crimson outfit gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

His face wore his usual fearless smile, as if he didn't take the ten giant cauldrons in front of him seriously at all.

On the high platform, the Emperor of Wei raised an eyebrow. "You?"

He recognized Pei Yaojun, the youngest son of the Duke of Yuguo's family, who had just passed the imperial examination this year and entered the Ministry of Works.

The reason he could recognize him at a glance was simply because he had once struck the Vice Minister of Works on the head with a tablet in front of the Emperor, leaving a deep impression on him.

"You work in the Ministry of Works, where you've always been tinkering with ingenious machines and gadgets. Are you really capable of being a military commander?"

Pei Yaojun grinned, his tone relaxed.

"Your Majesty, I never said I wanted to lift the tripod."

The emperor asked in surprise, "Without lifting the tripod? How can you win then?"

"I am playing with the tripod."

Playing with a cauldron? The crowd erupted in uproar, with the Northern Barbarian delegation showing utter disdain.

That's a bronze tripod weighing hundreds or even thousands of kilograms. Do you think it's just playing with mud?

In the crowd from the Great Wei side, Duke Yu's expression changed drastically. Disregarding whether he was being disrespectful, he stepped forward and grabbed Pei Yaojun's arm.

"Yaojun! Are you crazy? Is this something you can interfere with? Get out of here!"

Pei Yaojun staggered as he was pulled, but after regaining his balance, he stood still and refused to move.

The Duke of Yu said to the emperor at the head of the table, "Your Majesty! My son is young and reckless, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and what he just said was all nonsense! I implore Your Majesty to choose another brave warrior and not listen to his recklessness!"

"Father, I haven't even tried, how do you know I can't do it?"

"you!"

Duke Yu was so angry his shoulders were shaking. "You, who are in charge of the Ministry of Works and are always so irresponsible, are not even as capable as General Wei. How can you possibly lift that hundreds of pounds of cauldron?"

Isn't this a disgrace to the Duke of Yu's mansion?

Seeing Pei Yaojun's confident expression, which did not seem arrogant, the Emperor of Wei became somewhat curious.

Now that no one in Wei dares to step forward, rather than watching the game end in defeat, it's better to let him give it a try.

"Let him give it a try."

Duke Yu suddenly looked up, "Your Majesty..."

"I said let him try, Duke Yu. You're going to stop me from doing what I say is law?"

Since His Majesty has said so, how could the Duke of Yu possibly object?

He had no choice but to swallow his words and retreat into the crowd, his heart pounding in his chest.

Pei Yaojun smiled slightly and bowed to the high platform: "Your subject obeys the decree."

Then he turned around and strode toward the nine bronze cauldrons.

The sunlight shone on his crimson robe, making it appear as intense as a burning fire.

He said he wanted to play with the tripod, but how to play with it? How to play with it? These questions remained a mystery in everyone's minds.

Not only the Northern Di people, but even the people of the Great Wei were puzzled and curious about what he was up to.

Without hesitation, Pei Yaojun walked directly to the ninth cauldron.

The massive cauldron, weighing thousands of pounds, stands as imposing as a mountain, inspiring awe simply by standing there.

He walked around the cauldron once, then stopped and patted the body of the cauldron.

A dull, solid metallic sound echoed in the room.

"What a sturdy tripod! It must be solid, right?"

Yelü Yuanjia smiled perfunctorily, unwilling to deal with a good-for-nothing playboy.

"What? You can't lift it?"

Pei Yaojun did not answer, but only said: "Lifting the tripod is only to show strength, but on the battlefield to kill the enemy, strength alone is not enough."

Yelü Yuanjia's expression tightened slightly.

Pei Yaojun stopped looking at him and turned to wave to the Wei Imperial Guards on the sidelines.

"Someone! Go and fetch some logs, and some rope!"

Only after the emperor agreed did the imperial guards obey and leave.

Before long, several imperial guards carried a thick log into the field and brought several bundles of hemp rope as thick as a baby's arm.

Pei Yaojun took the rope, squatted down in front of the ninth cauldron, and quickly and firmly secured the rope to the cauldron.

The other end passed through the log, then around the body of the cauldron, and was tied in a complicated knot.

He didn't forget to instruct the imperial guards, "Place the logs under the cauldron, yes, like that, add a few more!"

Several logs were placed side by side under the cauldron, and the massive cauldron weighing thousands of pounds pressed down on the logs, making a creaking sound.

Everything is done, but it's not over yet.

Pei Yaojun stood up, dusted off his hands, and whistled into the distance.

A tall, jet-black horse galloped up in response to the call, and he mounted it with agile, swift movements.

Give me the rope.

He took the rope handed to him by the Imperial Guard and tied the other end securely to the saddle.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

What are we supposed to do?

Using a horse-drawn cauldron? Is that a joke?

Just now, it took four horses to pull over this cauldron that weighed a thousand catties.

Pei Yaojun was completely oblivious to the doubts in the room. He turned around and glanced at the thousand-pound cauldron that was bound tightly with ropes. The smile on his lips was one of certainty.

Then, he raised his whip high and lashed it down sharply.

"drive--!"

The horse neighed loudly and charged forward with all four hooves!

The ropes tightened, causing the giant cauldron to roll on the log.

It was a little sluggish at first, but it quickly rolled faster and faster.

The horse galloped forward with all its might, and Pei Yaojun held the reins, urging the horse to race around the field.

The Northern Barbarians were stunned, and the entire place fell silent.

No one has ever seen such a way of playing with a tripod.

The giant cauldron moved so fast behind him that it stirred up a gust of wind, kicking up dust everywhere.

The flags on the sidelines fluttered in the wind, and some people subconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that the giant cauldron would break free of control and roll towards them.

After circling the field twice to make sure everyone had seen it, Pei Yaojun suddenly pulled on the reins, and the horse abruptly turned around.

The massive cauldron, weighing a thousand pounds, carried immense inertia and crashed into the eighth cauldron beside it like an iron mountain!

"Boom—Bang!!!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the eighth bronze cauldron collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

Pei Yaojun reined in his horse, loosened the reins, dismounted, dusted off the dust from his clothes, and remained calm and composed.

He looked at Yelü Yuanjia and smiled, "Crown Prince Yelü, on the battlefield, the enemy won't stand still and give you the chance to lift a cauldron and smash it down."

"But if you roll the cauldron down the hillside, its weight of a thousand pounds, combined with the momentum, would be enough to break through the camp gate, rout the army, and shatter the arrow tower."

"We have a saying in our Great Wei: 'Using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.' I suppose the Northern Barbarians don't possess that skill, do they?"

These words were a wake-up call for everyone present. The generals of Wei suddenly realized their mistake and nodded in agreement.

"That's right! What's the use of lifting a tripod? Who's going to compete with you in lifting a tripod on the battlefield?"

"Isn't this the same principle as rolling logs and boulders?"

"Effort should be used skillfully..."

Yelü Yuanjia stood on the sidelines, his face ashen, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his jaw clenched tightly.

In front of the civil and military officials of both countries, he was taught a lesson by a mere lad in his early twenties.

On the high platform, the Emperor of Great Wei laughed loudly.

Laughter filled the air, echoing throughout the entire paddock.

"Excellent! What a masterful use of subtlety! Pei Yaojun of the Duke of Yu's Mansion, I salute you!"

Pei Yaojun, with a solemn expression, knelt on one knee: "Your subject is here!"

"Well done! You're rewarded with a thousand taels of gold, a royal horse, and a fine sword!"

"Your Majesty, I thank you!"

Pei Yaojun kowtowed to express his gratitude, and stood up with a smug look on his face.

He strode back to his seat in the Duke of Yu's mansion.

As soon as he approached, Duke Yu grabbed his arm.

"Who told you to show off like that? Do you know how dangerous that was? What if that cauldron had gone out of control? What if someone had been hurt? What if..."

"Father."

Pei Dingxuan spoke up, interrupting the Duke of Yu's reprimand.

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