The Imperial Advisor Teaches Me

The season quietly slipped into winter. For the people of Yan Sheng's domain, this winter would be a hard one.

Although Yan Sheng's arrival in this era had ushered in an agrarian civilization ahead of its time and even introduced rice cultivation, food production had never been enough. Every winter, people still starved to death throughout the country.

This year's harvest was even worse than the previous two. On top of that, unrest had erupted in various regions, causing those who held grain to clutch it even tighter. Naturally, the common people's lives became even more difficult.

"Imperial Advisor, teach me!"

Inside West Mountain City, Liu De—who had now proclaimed himself King Jing and ascended the throne—charged into Kong Daqian's secluded residence in a frantic hurry.

Hearing that voice, Kong Daqian, who had been sitting inside drinking tea, felt the muscles in his face twitch.

What does this guy want now?

Kong Daqian was thoroughly annoyed by him, but considering his current circumstances, he still patiently glanced at Liu De, who was sweating profusely with anxiety, in a calm and detached manner.

"Your Majesty has once again lost his composure. That truly is unbecoming."

After receiving this mild reprimand, Liu De did not get angry. Instead, he gave two sheepish chuckles.

"It is my fault, but a serious crisis has truly arisen within the country. I ask that the Imperial Advisor devise a strategy for me!"

"Speak. What is the matter?"

Kong Daqian maintained his air of a lofty master.

After spending this period of time together, he knew that Liu De was very receptive to this act. He had grown more and more adept at using it, completely immersing himself in the role.

"It is like this..."

As he spoke, Liu De hurriedly told Kong Daqian about the latest