DLERB -Chapter 37 Congratulations to the Jinyiwei for Obtaining a Hell-Level Weapon of Mass Destruction!

The experimental field fell into complete silence.

Only the muffled groans of pain from the two Jinyiwei death soldiers rolling and twitching on the ground could be heard.

Li Si looked at the tiny figure standing amidst blood and tears, still wearing an innocent smile, and felt the blood in his body nearly freeze solid.

With a dry, trembling voice, he asked the question rising from the depths of his soul.

“Young Master… you… where exactly did you… find these… things from hell?”

Ying Ziye turned to look at Li Si’s pale, paper-white face and blinked his clear, innocent eyes.

He answered as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His childish voice sounded even colder than winter frost to Li Si.

“Of course the immortals in heaven gave them to me.”

“They said they were specially made to punish naughty bad people.”

Li Si’s mind went blank.

Immortals?

He would rather believe these were instruments of torture brought from hell itself by demons!

At that moment—

“Hah… hah…”

A series of heavy, suppressed breaths sounded nearby.

Qinglong, supporting himself on one knee, slowly straightened up.

That handsome yet icy face of his was now a complete mess. Tears and sweat mixed together, his eyes were bloodshot, and his swollen lips looked like two sausages hanging from his face.

But the bloodshot eyes no longer held pain.

Instead, they burned with an almost insane heat!

He did not bother wiping away the filth on his face.

He merely stared fixedly at the empty chili-powder pouch and the equally empty leather water bag lying on the ground.

The next moment—

Thud!

This Jinyiwei Commander, second only to the emperor and the sharpest blade of Great Qin, dropped heavily onto one knee before Ying Ziye!

Lowering his head, he spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice distorted by overwhelming excitement. Every word shook like clashing metal.

“Young Master!”

“Please entrust these items entirely to the Jinyiwei!”

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze fanatical like the most devout believer gazing upon his god.

“This servant dares guarantee with his life!”

“With these divine objects, the combat strength of the Jinyiwei… no, of all Great Qin’s elite soldiers… can increase by more than double!”

“Street fighting, ambushes, arrests, interrogations… these things are unmatched under heaven!”

Li Si and the Assistant Minister of Agriculture, Li Ji, had already gone completely numb.

Watching Qinglong kneeling there, they felt as though the world had transformed into something utterly unrecognizable.

Ying Ziye was very satisfied with Qinglong’s reaction.

With his hands behind his back, he walked before Qinglong and looked down at him.

“Very well.”

“Starting today, establish a new department inside the Jinyiwei prison.”

He thought for a moment, then an amused expression appeared on his little face.

“We’ll call it… the ‘Heavenly Workshop.’”

Heavenly Workshop?

Li Si silently repeated the three words and felt a chill crawl up his spine.

“Heavenly craftsmanship” was something sages spoke of.

But coming from this little ancestor’s mouth, it sounded more like a devil’s workshop!

Ying Ziye was clearly in high spirits.

Pointing at the chili powder and leather pouch on the ground, he enthusiastically began naming his new toys.

“From now on, this powder pouch will be called ‘Full Sky Stars.’”

Then he picked up the small leather pouch and tossed it lightly in his hand.

“And this water-spraying one shall be called the ‘Water Squirter.’”

Full Sky Stars? Water Squirter?

Listening to these childish names while looking at the two twitching Jinyiwei on the ground, Li Si felt such overwhelming absurdity that he nearly wanted to vomit.

But Ying Ziye paid him no attention.

Patting Qinglong on the shoulder, he instructed:

“You will personally oversee the Heavenly Workshop.”

“Corn, sweet potatoes, and chili peppers—these three items are now the highest secrets of Great Qin!”

“From this day onward, everything within three hundred paces of this experimental field is forbidden territory! Anyone who dares approach without permission shall be executed without mercy!”

“This servant obeys!” Qinglong’s voice already carried a trace of fanatical excitement.

Li Si, who had witnessed all of this, stood motionless for a long time.

The fear in his heart, after being struck again and again by shock after shock, had not disappeared.

Instead, it had settled into something even he himself could not fully understand.

It was reverence.

It was submission.

And perhaps… deep down… even a tiny trace of fanaticism that he himself dared not acknowledge.

Li Si suddenly understood.

What exactly was the being he had chosen to follow?

This was not an eight-year-old child.

Nor was this an ordinary prince.

This was a monster capable of wielding heavenly thunder and conjuring divine objects out of thin air… a god capable of completely overturning this entire era!

Against such an existence, what use was fear? What use was resistance?

How was it any different from a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot?

Li Si took a deep breath.

Since resistance was impossible, then the only path to survival was to cling to this thigh tighter than anyone else!

Once he understood this, all the fear and confusion in Li Si’s eyes vanished completely.

Straightening his robes and hat, he quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Ying Ziye.

“Young Master is wise beyond measure!”

“However… this old minister has an idea. I wonder if I may speak.”

Ying Ziye glanced at him, seemingly a little surprised.

“Oh? The Chancellor still has enough brains left to come up with strategies?”

Li Si’s old face instantly turned red. He felt slightly humiliated, but even more than that, he was thrilled to have been allowed to participate.

He hurriedly replied:

“Young Master, the potato yielding five thousand jin per mu is already a world-shaking miracle. These corn and sweet potatoes are even more unheard-of divine objects.”

“This old minister believes that meals should be eaten one bite at a time. If the steps are too large, unforeseen troubles may arise.”

“The matter of the potatoes has already spread throughout the realm. It can be publicized widely and used as a banner to gather the hearts of the people.”

“But these corn and sweet potatoes…” A sharp gleam flashed through Li Si’s eyes. “They should be treated as strategic treasures of the nation and kept secret!”

“They should only be planted secretly on a small scale within royal estates, becoming Great Qin’s true strategic reserve. Then, at a crucial moment, when these divine objects are revealed, they will surely deliver the decisive blow and turn the tide of the world!”

After hearing him out, Ying Ziye looked at Li Si seriously.

Then he nodded, a smile of approval appearing on his face.

“Not bad, Chancellor.”

“Your brain has finally started working.”

“We’ll do as you say.”

Receiving Ying Ziye’s approval, the tiny sense of humiliation in Li Si’s heart instantly disappeared without a trace.

Still bent respectfully at the waist, he felt an unprecedented surge of excitement rise within him.

He knew that from this day onward, he was no longer merely a helpless old man forced to endure everything passively.

He would become… one of the players moving the pieces in a brand-new era!

…

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

Outside Xianyang City, the three hundred mu experimental fields had completely transformed.

Rows upon rows of lush green potato vines swayed in the wind like an endless emerald ocean.

Hope was growing wildly upon this land, visible to the naked eye.

Every day after finishing their labor, the greatest joy of Xianyang’s common people was to gather along the ridges of the fields and gaze upon this miraculous crop that belonged to them.

The sickly yellow hue on their faces seemed to have faded considerably.

More and more smiles appeared.

And the way they addressed the child seated deep within Xianyang Palace had gradually changed—from the reverent “Supervising Prince” to the warmer, more affectionate “Little Young Master.”

The entire city of Xianyang was immersed in an unprecedented anticipation of harvest.

But beside this field of hope…

There still existed one corner shrouded in despair.

The wooden post once used to bind Chunyu Yue still stood there.

And Chunyu Yue was still tied to it.

Half a month of scorching sun and harsh wind had already tortured the once-renowned Confucian scholar beyond recognition.

His body had withered away, his lips were cracked and dry, and his scholar’s robes had long since become filthy strips of rags.

Every single day, he was forced to stare at that endless green ocean before him.

He watched the commoners he had once despised reveal sincere smiles he had never seen before.

He listened as they praised the “Little Young Master” from the bottom of their hearts.

The “rites and laws” he had defended his entire life, the pride of the scholar-gentry he treasured so dearly, the entire worldview he believed in…

All of it was collapsing inch by inch before those green vines.

Shattering completely.

On this particular day, Li Si came to inspect the fields.

Looking at the figure tied to the wooden post like a dried corpse, he could not help but feel a trace of pity.

After all, they had once served in the same court.

With a sigh, he stepped forward and raised a bowl of water he had brought with him to Chunyu Yue’s lips.

Chunyu Yue did not move.

His cloudy eyes did not even shift.

He merely continued staring fixedly at the distant fields.

Just as Li Si thought the old scholar might already be dead—

A dry, hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping against wood, drifted weakly from his cracked lips.

It was the first sentence he had spoken in half a month.

“Li Si…”

“Tell me…”

“Was… this old man truly wrong?”