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

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben also cast inquiring glances their way.

In their understanding, qi is just qi, something ethereal and intangible, how could it possibly have weight?

"have to."

Zhang Ying completely gave up on explaining.

He pointed to the remaining flour and the earthenware pot.

"Come by yourselves when you have time."

"Use your method for making unleavened flatbread, knead the dough, then steam it, and see if it becomes heavier or lighter after steaming."

"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

After saying that, Zhang Ying ignored them and started eating her second meat bun.

afternoon.

Zhang Ying carried an axe and a machete and walked to a flat open space outside the cave.

He wanted to provide Wang Ruoshu with a place to live.

He cut down several thick, green bamboo stalks, trimmed off the branches, and neatly stacked them aside.

He picked up a bamboo stalk and used a machete to precisely carve at the joint.

A groove.

Then he picked up another piece and carved a protruding tenon in the corresponding position.

Two bamboo poles are placed together at the joint, and then gently tapped.

"Click."

With a soft click, the two bamboo stalks were joined together perfectly, incredibly sturdy.

Not a single nail, not a single rope.

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi stood not far away, watching Zhang Ying's actions, and fell silent once again.

They had never heard of this construction method before.

Wang Ruoshu sat on a rock not far away, and the swelling and pain in her ankle had subsided considerably.

She held a handful of roasted peanuts that Zhang Ying had given her, popping them into her mouth one by one, but her eyes were fixed on the man who was working.

He possesses an indescribable charm.

"Go to that woods over there and cut down a few more bamboo stalks this thick."

Without turning her head, Zhang Ying gave the order to Wang Ben.

Wang Ben's face was drawn long.

It's astonishing that someone as dignified as Marquis Tongwu and General of the Great Qin Dynasty would be reduced to doing manual labor cutting bamboo.

But he glanced at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng was engrossed in watching and gave him a wink.

Wang Ben had no choice but to suppress his anger, pick up another axe, and storm into the bamboo forest.

Before long, the basic framework of the bamboo house began to take shape.

Although simple, it's square and looks much better than being huddled in a cave.

……

As the sun sets, golden rays bathe the beach.

Under the stunned gazes of Ying Zheng and his companions, a small and exquisite bamboo house rose from the ground.

The walls, the roof, and even the beds, tables, and chairs inside are all made of bamboo.

Although the roof waterproofing hasn't been done yet, it looks rather rudimentary.

But the ingenious structure and the miraculous speed of construction have completely overturned their worldview.

"This...it's already built?"

Wang Ben walked around the bamboo house, then reached out and knocked on the bamboo wall, which made a dull "bang bang" sound; it was very sturdy.

He recalled how his army had set up camp, with tens of thousands of soldiers working together to build the commander's tent, which took half a day to complete, and was still far less sturdy than the one before him.

Supported by her father, Wang Ruoshu limped into the bamboo house.

The bamboo bed is covered with soft wool and a blanket, exuding the scent of sunshine.

She sat down gently, feeling even more comfortable than in her own bed at home.

Just how many other abilities does this man possess that she doesn't know about?

Ying Zheng entered the bamboo house, stroking the smooth bamboo tabletop, his mind in turmoil.

Such superb craftsmanship, if used to build cities and fortify passes...

The territory of the Qin Dynasty was more than ten thousand miles!

He turned around and looked at Zhang Ying solemnly.

"Sir, are you married?"

Zhang Ying was wiping the sweat from her hands with a damp cloth when she heard this and paused.

"What?"

"I'm asking, sir, do you have a family?" Ying Zheng rephrased.

"I've been single for twenty years, what do you think?" Zhang Ying replied irritably, thinking to herself that Old Ying was just like a neighborhood committee auntie, checking her household registration.

Ying Zheng, however, showed a satisfied expression.

Without a family, there are no worries.

Very good.

"Zheng has several daughters, all of whom have reached the age of marriageable age."

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm, yet exuding an undeniable imperial aura.

"If you do not mind, sir, I am willing to choose a woman to marry you, so that we may be united in marriage."

He's placing a bet.

They used the title of a daughter, a princess, to bind this "immortal" with extraordinary power.

As long as Zhang Ying nods, he will be the son-in-law of the Great Qin.

Everything he possessed, whether it was the highly productive immortal valley or the superb craftsmanship, would naturally be put to use by the Great Qin.

Such talents deserve to be ennobled, appointed as prime ministers, or ranked among the Three Dukes!

Wang Ruoshu's heart nearly jumped out of her throat.

Sir... is he unmarried?

Your Majesty, you want to marry the princess to him?

Her cheeks instantly flushed, her heart pounding with a mix of disappointment and a hint of inexplicable anticipation.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Wang Ben's eyes lit up, and he rushed forward, bowing deeply to Ying Zheng. Then he turned to Zhang Ying, his old face beaming like a chrysanthemum.

"Sir, my daughter Ruoshu, though not a princess, is still the apple of the eye of the Wang family!"

"My son was disobedient just now, owing you 2.5 million coins. I have lost all face."

He pointed to Wang Ruoshu behind him, his voice loud and clear.

"I am willing to offer my daughter as a dowry to pay off that gambling debt! I hope you will not find it offensive!"

"father!"

Wang Ruoshu was both ashamed and anxious, and stomped her uninjured foot.

Who would use their own daughter to pay off a debt?!

"Meng Qing, what do you think?" Ying Zheng looked at Meng Yi with great interest.

Meng Yi stroked his beard and came over with a smile.

"Sir, you are an exceptional man, the daughter of His Majesty, and the daughter of Marquis Tongwu. You are both excellent matches."

"but……"

He then changed the subject.

"My elder brother Meng Tian also has a daughter, who is seventeen years old. She is well-known for her talent in Xianyang and is so beautiful that she could eclipse the moon and shame the flowers."

"If you are willing, I would be happy to write a letter to help you and my niece get together and create a beautiful story."

For a time, the three top nobles of the Great Qin Dynasty found themselves in a state of subtle competition on this deserted island, all vying to arrange a marriage for Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying listened to their back-and-forth conversation, her face darkening.

One is about to marry off his daughter.

One of them wanted to use his daughter to pay off a debt.

There's an even more outrageous one, where they even brought up their niece who lives far away.

He looked at the three old men, who seemed to be on steroids, and felt utterly bewildered.

"stop!"

Zhang Ying raised her hand, interrupting their heated discussion.

"Have you guys lost your minds from eating too many steamed buns?"

He looked at them with an expression as if they were crazy.

"Are they all drunk?"

"Return the princess, return the general's daughter, return the talented woman of Xianyang."

"Why don't you all say that the Jade Emperor is going to marry the Seventh Fairy Maiden to me?"

Zhang Ying picked up the axe leaning against the wall and waved it irritably.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late, everyone can go home."

"Go do what you're supposed to do, stop acting crazy here."