Chapter 136 My Charming Ancestor 10

Zhou Jue was the first to react, and she subconsciously let go of Ying Zheng's hand.

She had just made a move when Ying Zheng made one too.

This emperor, a figure of unparalleled power, showed no sign of panic. He coldly glanced at the source of the sound.

"presumptuous!"

The terrified doctor's screams abruptly stopped.

"Clang—"

A cacophony of clashing armor and the sound of weapons hitting the ground filled the air.

Hearing the commotion, more soldiers surged in from all directions, and the torchlight instantly illuminated the open space.

They were initially filled with murderous intent, but when the firelight illuminated the figure standing in the center, all their movements stopped.

Who did they see?

His Majesty!

That emperor who should have been on an eastern tour of Mount Tai!

Who is behind him?

Chancellor Li Si! General Wang Ben! Minister of Justice Feng Quji!

This...this isn't the leadership team of the Great Qin Dynasty, how did they all suddenly appear?!

No, it's His Majesty and the others who have returned!

The guard's mind went blank for three seconds, then a powerful will to survive erupted within him. He threw down his sword with a thud and slammed one knee heavily onto the cold stone slab.

"Your Majesty, I respectfully welcome you back to the palace! Long live Your Majesty! Long live the Great Qin Dynasty!"

"Splash—"

Hundreds of Qin warriors around him threw down their weapons in unison and knelt on one knee.

"Welcome back to the palace, Your Majesty!!"

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live the Great Qin Dynasty!!"

Amidst the thunderous welcome, Li Si, Wang Ben, and other bigwigs who had just experienced the "shrinking the earth to an inch" technique finally regained some of their senses from their out-of-body state.

They simultaneously loosened their grip on each other's hands.

It was sticky and covered in cold sweat.

At this moment, Li Si's mind was in turmoil, and he actually returned to Xianyang Palace in an instant.

He secretly glanced at the woman standing next to His Majesty.

This immortal... what is her background? Could she truly be a blessing from heaven for our Great Qin?

Wang Ben, standing beside him, was thinking about something completely different.

This Qin general had already begun mentally conducting a sand table simulation.

If the Qin Dynasty had an army capable of mastering this "shrinking the earth to an inch" technique...

What's the point of fighting a war then?

Today they're reviewing troops at the Xiongnu royal court; tomorrow they'll be airdropped into their homes for a shower. They'll have breakfast in Baiyue in the morning and be back in Xianyang for a late-night snack tonight.

Who in this world dares to disobey?

Wang Ben grew increasingly excited, his breathing becoming heavier, and his gaze towards Zhou Jue instantly became incredibly fervent. It wasn't the gaze one would give a celestial being; it was the gaze one would give upon seeing an unparalleled divine weapon!

Ying Zheng ignored the kneeling ministers and soldiers, and paid no attention to the inner thoughts of his core team members.

There was only one thing on his mind.

seed!

"Zhao Gao."

"Your subject is here!" Zhao Gao scrambled over, his legs still twitching.

"Issue my decree." Ying Zheng's voice was devoid of any emotion: "Prepare the Zhangtai Palace for the immortal, and all expenses shall be in accordance with my regulations. If there is the slightest negligence, you will be brought back with your head."

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Gao accepted the order and hurriedly went to Zhangtai Palace to make preparations.

Ying Zheng then turned to the guard captain, who was already pale with fright.

"Immediately summon the Minister of Agriculture. Tomorrow morning, bring all officials in Xianyang who are skilled in agriculture to the West Garden outside the palace to see me!"

"Yes, yes!" The guard felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled off to relay the order.

After making arrangements for the people who had returned with him, Ying Zheng turned his attention back to Zhou Jue.

At this moment, the imperial majesty on his face quietly faded, replaced by an almost fervent expression.

"Immortal, it is getting late today. Let us rest for a while and continue the farming tomorrow."

"please."

......

The next morning, after breakfast, Zhou Jue, led by Zhao Gao, headed towards the fields west of the palace, where he encountered the First Emperor along the way.

Soon, they arrived at Xiyuantian.

This place was specially set aside by the palace so that the emperor could experience farming and cultivating the land. At this moment, the fields were already full of people.

The Minister of Agriculture was still asleep last night when he was dragged out of bed by the guards. They said that His Majesty had urgently summoned him to assemble here today. Nobody knew what had happened, and everyone was in a panic all night.

Until now, I saw the emperor, who should have been thousands of miles away, standing right in front of me.

All the agricultural officials' minds went blank.

Without uttering a single wasted word, Ying Zheng took the string of potatoes from Li Si's hand.

He raised one of the pills, pointed it at Sinong, and spoke loudly.

"This thing is called 'Earth Taro'! It was a gift from the immortals, and its yield can reach 100 bushels per mu!"

"This thing is called 'sweet potato'! It was also a gift from the immortals, and its yield can reach 100 bushels per mu!"

Yield of 100 shi per mu!

The Minister of Agriculture and all the agricultural officials were utterly astonished! They had spent their entire lives working the land, and they had never dared to boast like this before!

Is Your Majesty perhaps disturbed by something during the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, and is now talking nonsense?

"My sage, please teach us how to cultivate this."

Zhou Jue stepped forward.

"This plant prefers sandy, loose soil and dislikes waterlogging. When planting, it is not necessary to plant the whole plant; instead, cut it into pieces, each piece with one or two buds..."

As she spoke, she took a potato from Ying Zheng's hand and borrowed a sharp bronze dagger from the waist of a guard beside her.

She skillfully cut the potato into several pieces, showing everyone the parts with sprouts.

"...Sowing depth: about three inches. Row spacing: one foot; plant spacing: half a foot. After covering with soil, if the weather is sunny, water thoroughly once..."

Zhou Jue's voice was calm, and every word she spoke clearly reached the ears of the agricultural officials.

They were initially skeptical, but as they listened, their expressions changed.

The other person spoke eloquently about everything from soil requirements and planting methods to spacing and watering, covering all aspects of the two seeds. Every word he said made perfect sense, making him seem like a seasoned farmer!

No, he knows more than any old farmer they've ever met! Sinong's eyes grew increasingly fervent.

After explaining, Zhou Jue handed Ying Zheng a sliced ​​potato with two plump buds.

"The first seed of this hope should be planted by Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng took it; the small potato felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in his hands.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the First Emperor, who had swept across the land and unified the world, lifted his black dragon robe embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, and without the slightest hesitation, knelt down on one knee on the soft soil with a "plop".

He was not offering sacrifices to Heaven, nor was he worshipping Earth.

He knelt before this land, before the millions of people on this land who were starving, and before his own unwavering belief that "there will be no more famine"!

He dug a small hole with his own hands, carefully placed the potato in it, and then scooped up some soil and gently covered it.

After doing all this, he stood up, looked at his hands covered in mud, and then at the land where hope had just been planted.

A rare smile appeared on his face.

Ying Zheng handed the remaining seeds to the Minister of Agriculture, who was trembling with excitement.

"Have you all seen it clearly?"

"I...I can see it clearly!" Si Nong's voice trembled.

"I want it," Ying Zheng's voice regained its imperial majesty and domineering power: "It will bloom everywhere in Guanzhong and throughout the entire Qin Dynasty!"

"We, your humble servants, would gladly die a thousand deaths!" All the agricultural officials kowtowed deeply.

After Zhou Jue took out another batch of seeds and made all the arrangements, Ying Zheng turned around and walked side by side with Zhou Jue toward the main hall of Xianyang Palace.