I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

"This is an item from the Celestial Court."

Ying Zheng's voice was very low.

In an instant, images of the seed drill that could dig ditches and sow seeds on its own and the incredibly labor-saving curved plow flashed into his mind.

Now, there's another "magical tool" that can pound rice on its own.

Cultivation, planting, harvesting, processing...

Everything this gentleman demonstrated struck precisely at the heart of the Qin Dynasty.

This is no longer just a simple auspicious omen.

This is a divinely ordained destiny for our nation!

Ying Zheng's breathing became rapid.

He stared intently at the mortar and pestle, as if he were seeing not wood and stone, but mountains of grain, and a million-strong army with high morale and no worries about food supplies.

"One of these devices can replace the efforts of a hundred or a thousand people!"

"If we had ten, a hundred... our Great Qin would strike the Xiongnu in the north and pacify the Baiyue in the south, how could we worry about running out of provisions!"

Ying Zheng became more and more excited as he spoke, and his imperial aura unconsciously shone through.

Wang Ruoshu stood aside, looking at the magical wooden creation, and then at the fanatical expressions on her father's and the emperor's faces, her heart pounding.

She finally understood why her father and His Majesty held this seemingly ordinary man in such awe.

He possesses the power to change the world.

"Alright, have you seen enough?"

Zhang Ying's voice came from behind them, interrupting their reverie.

"The millstone is at the entrance of the hole, the wheat is there, whoever is the strongest can push it."

He assigned tasks in the tone of someone ordering around a few farmhands.

"Old Wang, you handle this!"

Ying Zheng showed no displeasure whatsoever; on the contrary, he gave orders to Wang Ben with great enthusiasm.

"Here you go!"

Wang Ben accepted the order and strode towards the stone mill, his demeanor even more enthusiastic than when leading troops into battle.

Zhang Ying ignored the few "ancient people" whose CPUs were about to burn out. He picked up an axe and a machete and prepared to go into the woods.

"You, come with me."

He said to Wang Ruoshu.

Wang Ruoshu's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed slightly, and she obediently followed.

The two walked one after the other into the bamboo forest deep inside the island.

The bamboo here grows exceptionally well, tall and straight, making it an excellent building material.

Zhang Ying chose a flat, dry spot, put down her tools, and began to work.

He moved with practiced skill, first chopping down several thick bamboo stalks with an axe, then trimming off the branches with a machete.

Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, illuminating his focused profile.

Sweat trickled down his bronze skin, soaking the fabric around his neck.

Wang Ruoshu stood not far away, gazing at the scene with a dazed look.

She had never seen a man do such heavy work with such power.

He wasn't one of those pampered, incense-burning young masters from noble families in Xianyang.

He possessed a primal, wild charm that made her feel flustered.

Zhang Ying took off her soaking wet short-sleeved shirt and casually draped it over a nearby bamboo stalk, revealing her strong and muscular upper body.

Years of hard work have given him well-defined muscles that are full of explosive power.

Wang Ruoshu felt her mouth go dry and hurriedly looked away, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

"Come here, lend a hand."

Zhang Ying called out.

"oh oh!"

Wang Ruoshu came to her senses and quickly ran over.

Zhang Ying was working on a long bamboo stalk. He used a machete to cut mortises into the bamboo joints, preparing to join them together.

"Hold him on this side."

As instructed, Wang Ruoshu stretched out her slender hands and held the other end of the bamboo.

Her fingertips accidentally touched the back of Zhang Ying's hand.

The warm touch made her recoil as if she had been electrocuted.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Ying glanced at her, puzzled.

"No...it's nothing."

Wang Ruoshu's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed, and she put her hand back down, but this time, her movements were unusually stiff.

Zhang Ying ignored her and continued with his work.

Seeing the beads of sweat constantly seeping from his forehead, Wang Ruoshu, as if possessed, raised her sleeve.

She wanted to wipe his sweat.

It had just rained in the woods, and the ground was slippery and muddy.

Her entire focus was on Zhang Ying, and she didn't pay any attention to where she was stepping.

My foot slipped.

"what!"

Wang Ruoshu cried out in surprise, lost her balance, and fell forward uncontrollably.

Zhang Ying was focused on drilling a hole with the tip of her knife and was completely unprepared.

He felt a fragrant breeze waft towards him, and then a soft, warm body crashed heavily into his back.

The immense force caused him to lose his balance and fall backward.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ying landed hard on his back, and the back of his head hit a rock, causing him to feel dizzy from the pain.

Wang Ruoshu was lying squarely on top of him.

Wang Ruoshu was completely stunned.

Her cheeks turned red all the way down her neck to her ears, so hot they could fry an egg.

Beneath her body was a man's hard, burning chest.

She could even feel his strong heartbeat, each beat striking her heart.

"Do you... want to get back in?" Zhang Ying's voice came from beneath her, tinged with the pain of being jolted and unable to breathe properly.

"Ah!" Wang Ruoshu screamed as if waking from a dream, and hurriedly scrambled off him.

She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes helplessly with her hands, not daring to look at Zhang Ying at all.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

Zhang Ying propped herself up and sat up, rubbing her aching head, and gave her a disgruntled look.

To save someone, I performed artificial respiration and CPR, and now I've been used as a human cushion.

Wang Ruoshu lowered her head even further, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She tried to stand up and move away from him, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

"hiss……"

She cried out in pain, her body went limp, and she collapsed back onto the slippery mud.

"What is it now?" Zhang Ying frowned.

"My ankle... I think I twisted it." Wang Ruoshu's voice was trembling with tears.

Zhang Ying sighed, resignedly stood up, and walked over to her.

Without saying a word, he squatted down and grabbed her delicate ankle.

"What...what are you going to do!" Wang Ruoshu was shocked and tried to pull her foot back.

In the Qin Dynasty, a woman's feet were considered a very private part of her body; no man other than her future husband could touch them at will.

"Don't move!" Zhang Ying shouted in a low voice, her tone leaving no room for argument.

His large, strong hands held her ankle firmly in place, rendering her immobile.

Wang Ruoshu was so frightened by his shout that she dared not struggle anymore, but the blush on her cheeks deepened.

Zhang Ying reached out and deftly untied the shoelaces on her feet, taking off the brocade shoe embroidered with intricate patterns.

A small, fair foot, as white as jade, was exposed to the air.

The ankle area was already slightly red and swollen.