Qin Dynasty: Your Majesty, I really am a time traveler.

"Sir, are you saying that these two things not only have no requirements for their growing environment, but also have extremely high yields per acre, and taste delicious?"

Ying Zheng exclaimed with wide eyes, for in an era where grain production was less than one-tenth of that in later times, the production of potatoes and sweet potatoes was simply a fantasy!

Seeing Ying Zheng's shock, Tang Yu nodded indifferently.

"Your Majesty is right, and these two foods also have another characteristic: they are easy to store!"

"At the same time, their processing methods are also diverse. This product is a blessing for the people of Great Qin and a gift from His Majesty."

After confirming that Tang Yu was not making fun of him, Ying Zheng could no longer control himself.

Regardless of whether they were dirty or not, he simply pulled the two lumps, still covered in fresh mud, into his arms.

"That's wonderful, Mr. Tang! You've truly saved me from this urgent crisis!"

Thinking about everything he had seen and heard since he transmigrated, Tang Yu felt that the people of this era were living a really miserable life!

He took these items out for two reasons: firstly, to give them to Ying Zheng, and secondly, to ensure that the people could enjoy these two divine objects, so that they could at least have enough to eat and wear every day.

The next moment, Ying Zheng shifted his gaze to the cement bag next to the potatoes and asked with excitement:

"Mr. Tang, I presume there's food inside? How about I have a taste?"

Seeing how reckless Zheng Ge was, Tang Yu quickly took it off.

"This thing can't be eaten. If it is, Fusu, that silly boy, might be ready to ascend the throne tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was speechless. Goodness, thank goodness he hadn't eaten it.

"This substance is called cement, and it's truly a rare and valuable commodity!"

Upon hearing Tang Yu say that this was a good thing, Ying Zheng immediately became interested.

"May I ask, sir, what is the purpose of this item?"

"Your Majesty, this material has a wide range of uses. Its hardness is comparable to that of iron and stone, so it can be used to pave roads, build houses, construct city walls, and so on."

"Great stuff! Really great stuff!"

Seeing Ying Zheng looking at the bag of cement in front of him like it was a treasure, he pondered for a moment and then asked Tang Yu:

"In that case, sir, what would you do with this bag of cement first?"

Tang Yu answered without hesitation.

"If you want to get rich, build roads first. If it were me, I would definitely build roads first."

"The Qin Straight Road built by Your Majesty, when combined with cement, will achieve a speed and efficiency that is unprecedented and will never be surpassed! I also have another treasure that can be used in conjunction with this cement road, but it is not convenient to show it at the moment."

"However, I would like to tell Your Majesty that this treasure, when paired with Your Majesty's Qin Straight Road, can ensure that any news reaches the capital within a day, even if the Xiongnu invade the border!"

These words sounded like something out of a fairy tale to Ying Zheng and Fusu. If it weren't for the fact that Tang Yu was the one who said them, they would have thought that he was making fun of them.

These words are like a dream!

……

When Tang Yu arrived at his home, he found that the entrance to the palace where he was staying was filled with Confucian officials.

Regardless of their faction, people are now standing at their doorsteps carrying all sorts of gifts.

But when Tang Yu saw the gifts in their hands, his previously cold face instantly broke into a smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Oh my, what brings you all here? Please come in! Please come in!"

Upon Tang Yu's arrival, all the officials began to flatter him.

"We've come specifically to pay our respects to the Imperial Preceptor!"

"Yes, the Grand Preceptor and we are both teachers of Prince Fusu, so we should help each other and make progress together!"

The speaker was Chunyu Yue. Looking at the white-haired, hypocritical old man in front of him, Tang Yu showed a hint of disdain.

Isn't your real intention to get me to join you in continuing to fool that idiot Fusu? And you've gone to such lengths to make it seem like a whole scheme.

However, considering the gift, Tang Yu still stepped forward and said:

"Yes, I also greatly admire Confucianism, especially Confucius and Mencius. Many of the things they said are very reasonable!"

"Wow, even the immortals know about Confucius and Mencius!!"

Chunyu Yue felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. Wouldn't this achieve his goal?

"In that case, may I ask, Your Excellency, which passage from the Analects do you like the most? We can discuss and exchange ideas."

Seeing the old man trying to get close to him, Tang Yu's eyes darted around, as if he had remembered something.

"Actually, many of Confucius's sayings make a lot of sense, but there's one I like best: 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.'"

Chunyu Yue was beaming with joy. He hadn't expected that Ying Zheng's new teacher for Fusu would also be someone who liked Confucian culture. Heaven was on his side!

"That's right. This saying of Confucius represents the attitude of every Confucian: as long as one can comprehend the purest Tao in this world, and achieve enlightenment in a single moment, even losing one's life is not a pity!"

"Yes, it seems that the Grand Preceptor is now considered a member of our Confucian school!"

"Great! Now the Confucian school is definitely secure!!"

While these Confucian officials were discussing excitedly, Tang Yu smiled slightly, but his tone was quite surprised.

"Could it be that you are not reading the Analects written by Confucius? Why is it that what I understand means, 'If you know the way to his house in the morning, go and kill him in the evening'?"

Ah? ? ?

What the hell? ? ?

Upon hearing this, all the Confucian scholars' faces darkened immediately. They exchanged glances, their expressions quite complex.

"Is this guy doing this on purpose??"

"I don't think so, after all, we have no prior grudges against each other."

"Yes, and it's normal that he doesn't know the meaning of the Analects, since he's a deity."

Then a young man stepped out from the crowd, bowed to Tang Yu, and said:

“Your Excellency, I am a descendant of Confucius from a collateral branch, and my name is Kong Feng. Your understanding of this statement seems to differ from what my ancestor said.”

"Oh, is it so?"

Tang Yu shook his head at this, and said in a serious tone:

"No, no, that's exactly what I read in the Analects."

"The Analects does not explain the meaning, and my understanding is correct."

Upon seeing Tang Yu's appearance, Kong Feng, a member of the Kong family, blushed instantly and uttered some complaints.

"In that case, may I ask how the Imperial Preceptor explains the saying, 'While parents are alive, one should not travel far; if one must travel, one should have a fixed destination'?"

"That's easy. Your parents are in my hands, so you don't need to run away. Otherwise, I still have ways to make you come back obediently."

How dare you? How could you do this??

All the Confucian scholars felt as if a volcano was about to erupt above their heads upon hearing Tang Yu's unorthodox explanation, and their gazes towards Tang Yu were no longer as friendly as before.

Insulting Confucius is tantamount to rubbing the face of Confucianism into the ground; it's a slap in the face for Confucianism!

They finally realized that Tang Yu was just teasing them!