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

Ying Zheng picked up a sweet potato and handed it to him.

"Li Qing, try this."

Li Si hesitated before taking it, and imitating Ying Zheng, he peeled off the thin skin to reveal the golden sweet potato flesh inside.

He took a small bite.

It is fragrant, sweet, soft, and sticky.

A wonderful taste I'd never experienced before exploded on my tongue.

"Your Majesty, this thing... is so fragrant and sweet, it is truly a delicacy!" Li Si exclaimed sincerely.

Ying Zheng didn't speak, but pointed to the steamed buns and the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table.

"These were all planted by you, sir."

He paused, then dropped a bombshell in an extremely calm tone.

"Does the Prime Minister know that this thing is called sweet potato?"

"Drought-resistant, tolerant of poor soil, and not picky about land."

Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Its yield per mu..."

"Five thousand catties."

"It is also easy to store; it can be kept in a cellar for a year without spoiling."

Li Si's movements froze.

The admiration on his face turned into bewilderment, and then from bewilderment into utter shock.

Yield per mu... 5,000 jin?

Did he mishear?

He knew that His Majesty never spoke recklessly, and since His Majesty had said it, it must be absolutely true.

Five thousand catties! The maximum yield of millet per mu in the Qin Dynasty is no more than four hundred catties.

The yield of this sweet potato is more than ten times that of millet!

What does this mean?

This means that the Qin Dynasty's food supply problem will be easily solved!

This means that the soldiers on the frontier will no longer have to worry about food rations!

This means that the Xiongnu and Baiyue barbarians will no longer be able to exhaust the Qin's strength by relying on grain and fodder!

More importantly, with such a "divine object," no one will dare to question His Majesty's divine will to unify the world!

"Auspicious omen! This is a divine blessing!" Li Si suddenly stood up, trembling with excitement.

He seemed to already see that the people of Qin would be freed from the torment of hunger because of these sweet potatoes.

The dreams of restoration held by the remnants of the six kingdoms will also vanish in the face of this "auspicious omen"!

Ying Zheng looked at Li Si's excited expression without saying anything, but picked up another sweet potato and slowly savored it.

Zhang Ying secretly chuckled as she watched Li Si's ever-changing expression.

That old fox has finally realized what's going on.

He cleared his throat, picked up a steamed bun, tore off a small piece, and dipped it in the tomato and egg stir-fry.

"Your Majesty, generals, and the Prime Minister."

"Besides the sweet potato buns, there's something special for today's meal," Zhang Ying said, gesturing to the eunuch beside her.

The eunuch understood and brought out several jars of wine sealed in earthenware pots.

"This is my homemade liquor, called 'Erguotou'," Zhang Ying said, opening a jar herself, and a rich aroma of liquor instantly filled the air.

The clear, water-like wine, when poured into a bowl, exudes a unique mellow flavor.

When Li Si smelled the aroma of the wine, his eyes widened suddenly. He was a wine lover, but he had never smelled such a pure aroma of wine before.

Ying Zheng picked up a bowl, took a small sip, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This wine was more mellow and potent than the fine wines he usually drank, yet it had a hint of sweetness in its aftertaste.

"Excellent wine!" Wang Ben exclaimed, slapping the table in admiration. He snatched the wine jar and poured himself a large bowl.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, feeling a surge of heat rush from his throat to his abdomen, and all the pores on his body opened up.

"That's great! This is the kind of wine a man should drink!" Wang Ben laughed and poured himself another bowl.

Zhang Ying looked at them, smiling without saying a word.

The Erguotou he specially brewed has a relatively low alcohol content, but the taste is absolutely authentic.

He got up and walked to the area where the Xuanwu Guards were located.

The soldiers were wolfing down their steamed buns and sweet potatoes, their faces beaming with a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

"Gentlemen, let's not just focus on eating meat and drinking wine," Zhang Ying said loudly.

He pointed to the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the cucumber salad on the table.

"These red ones are called tomatoes, and these green ones are called cucumbers."

"You spend a lot of time at sea and lack vegetables, so your bodies will be deficient in something called 'vitamin C'."

"If this substance is lacking for a long time, it will cause a disease called 'scurvy'."

"In mild cases, it can cause bleeding gums and general weakness; in severe cases, it can be fatal."

The soldiers looked at each other, clearly bewildered by the terms "vitamin C" and "scurvy".

All they knew was that the red fruit was sweet and sour, and the green melon was crisp and refreshing—a rare delicacy.

Upon seeing Zhang Ying's reaction, Ying Zheng immediately spoke, his voice echoing throughout the entire camp.

"Yin Xu!"

"Your subject is here!" Yin Xu immediately stepped forward, bowing to receive orders.

"By imperial decree, all soldiers must eat plenty of the 'tomatoes' and 'cucumbers' that Mr. Zhang mentioned during their meal today!"

"Especially those red fruits and green melons, they must not be neglected in the slightest!"

"Yes, sir!" Yin Xu accepted the order and immediately relayed it.

Although the soldiers were puzzled, they naturally dared not disobey the emperor's orders.

They all picked up their bowls and chopsticks and launched an "attack" on the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the cucumber salad on the plate.

An old soldier ate the crisp cucumber and couldn't help but sigh.

"I've lived half my life, and this is the first time I've ever eaten such a crisp, unripe melon, and it's so green too!"

"These must be divine fruits and vegetables grown by a disciple of an immortal!"

"That's right! The Marquis and the Imperial Censor both cooked for us personally. This treatment is something we can brag about for the rest of our lives when we get back to Xianyang!" another young soldier chimed in.

Looking at these simple and honest soldiers, Zhang Ying felt an indescribable sorrow welling up in her heart.

These elite troops, chosen from among hundreds, who fought valiantly for the Qin Dynasty, were moved to tears by a simple meal and a few words of concern.

They fought year after year, often going hungry and poorly clothed, struggling to meet even the most basic needs for survival.

He recalled his past life, the vegetables and fruits that were everywhere, and the leftover food that was carelessly discarded.

The stark contrast between the two left him heartbroken.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

No, he absolutely could not allow such a tragedy to continue.

He wanted to change history; he wanted to free the people of Qin from the torment of hunger.

He wanted all the soldiers who fought and bled for the Qin Dynasty to be well-fed, warmly clothed, and to enjoy peace and tranquility.

He wanted the Qin cavalry, with ample supplies, to sweep away all foreign tribes!

He wanted to make the Qin Dynasty a truly prosperous dynasty!

This is the significance of Zhang Ying's arrival in this era!

He raised his head, looked into the distance, and his eyes were filled with an unprecedented determination.

At this moment, Ying Zheng's gaze was also fixed on Zhang Ying.

He saw that determination, that sense of responsibility, and that grand ambition to bring well-being to all people.

He knew he hadn't misjudged the person.

Zhang Ying was the "Qilin" that Ying Zheng was looking for.