Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator.

Chapter 850: Old Illness Returns?

Returning to Shouchun from Jingzhou, traveling downstream, it was the time of the autumn harvest, and one could even feel the joy of the people on both banks.

Not only had the Linyi rice already been fully promoted, but Li Ji, deeply aware that increasing production was closely related to planting techniques, had, based on his later-life experience, long since directed agricultural officials to begin researching various methods to increase grain production.

This year, after many years of research, a series of practical methods had been summarized.

Moreover, extensive dual guidance had been provided to the people through newspapers and the government, achieving effective technology dissemination.

This year would also completely become a year of abundance in the eyes of the world.

Occasionally, when docking on the banks of the Yangtze River, Li Ji would also go to nearby farmland to personally inspect it, and the smiles of the group became more and more radiant.

In the past, people often farmed based on experience, and even if they were aware of some small tricks to increase production, they dared not easily implement them.

After all, the cost of trial and error was often unbearable for ordinary people.

To truly promote increased production, the government inevitably needed to take the lead and promote it from top to bottom.

Unfortunately, in the past, either the agricultural officials of the imperial court had not yet researched further methods of increasing production, or, under the collapse and corruption of the court, they simply did not pay attention to this aspect.

At this moment, Li Ji looked at the large expanse of golden yellow in front of him, and joy also appeared in his eyes.

A temporary change might make people proud.

But what truly delighted Li Ji was that, under his influence and guidance, he had finally pioneered a true "agricultural science", and no longer allowed agricultural science in this era to become an appendage under the Confucian system.

He made the agricultural officials fully aware of the correct direction for increasing crop production, and to continuously explore and research along this established path.

In the past, Li Ji realized that the most absurd thing about an agricultural civilization based on agriculture was that there was no true "agricultural science".

Now, even if Liu Bei died and A Dou succeeded to the throne, or if A Dou died and his descendants succeeded him,

the "agricultural science" that had proven its importance would inevitably be a existence equal to the foundation of the country, and no one's will could shake its importance.

This was not only beneficial to the present era but also to future generations.

Perhaps in a few decades, a large group of agricultural officials who had experienced the chaos and famine might truly research various yield-increasing fertilizers in the later world under their madness.

If one were to be idealistic, with the continuous research supported by "agricultural science", no matter what direction the Great Han took, there would no longer be the despair of starvation and no grain in the country.

In this joy, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but smile and say.

"Teacher, when you return to Shouchun, you might see documents from various government offices sent to your desk requesting permission to build granaries."

Li Ji smiled without saying a word, glanced at Jiang Gan, whose face also pretended to be joyful, and then returned to the building ship to continue his voyage back to Shouchun.

Along the way, perhaps it was an illusion.

Traveling downstream on the Yangtze River, Li Ji vaguely felt that he could smell a hint of rice fragrance, and in a great mood, the light boat seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains in the blink of an eye and arrived at the port near Shouchun.

The only thing that made Li Ji feel a little regretful was that when he arrived in Shouchun, the Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed.

However, as soon as Li Ji entered Shouchun, Xu Shu, with a face full of bitterness, blocked his way at the city gate.

Knowing what was happening, Li Ji pretended not to know and said.

"Yuanzhi, why are you here? If there is nothing important, why not wait for me to return to the mansion to bathe and change…"

"Teacher!"

Xu Shu squeezed tears from his eyes, bowed, and said.

"This disciple is guilty, for failing to dissuade the King. Please, Teacher, quickly persuade the King to stop his absurd actions."

"Hmm?"

Li Ji's brow furrowed.

Jiang Gan's spirit was shaken!

Sure enough, with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei not in Shouchun, and Li Ji away from Shouchun for a period of time, Liu Bei would inevitably relapse and be unable to restrain his desire for enjoyment.

Jiang Gan knew that once indulgence in pleasure began, it would be difficult to stop.

Immediately, Li Ji's face was full of displeasure, and he said.

"What happened to the King?"

Xu Shu stepped forward, fearing that his expression would be out of control, covered his face with his sleeve, and cried.

"Since the teacher left Shouchun, the King has listened to the slanders of Yuan Gonglu and others, holding banquets and indulging in pleasure every day, not to mention neglecting government affairs."

"Furthermore, I don't know who bewitched the King, causing him to engage in large-scale construction, building a high platform, intending to name it Bronze Sparrow for enjoyment, and even transferring many craftsmen who were building the new capital…"

Li Ji was so angry that he suddenly stood up and rebuked.

"Outrageous!"

Jiang Gan couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Bronze Sparrow Terrace?

The King of Han has the legacy of Emperor Ling.

"Where is the King of Han now?"

"He is drinking and making merry in the royal palace," Xu Shu said with a sigh.

"Go to the Han King's Palace."

Li Ji immediately ordered the carriage to change course and head straight to the Han King's Palace. He got out of the carriage and wanted to break into the palace.

However, Li Ji, who had previously been granted special privileges by Liu Bei to enter and exit the palace freely, was stopped at the gate of the palace.

At this moment, Li Ji couldn't help but laugh in anger, staring at Xiahou Bo's expressionless face, and asked.

"How dare you stop me?"

"The King of Han has ordered, please forgive the Prime Minister," Xiahou Bo replied coldly.

Li Ji took a step forward and asked.

"If I insist on entering, then what?"

Xiahou Bo and the other personal guards had to take a step back, but they did not give way, but bowed and said.

"Please do not embarrass us, Prime Minister."

The expression on Li Ji's face changed back and forth for a while, then he waved his hand and said.

"Forget it, forget it, please pass on the message that Li Zikun from Longxi seeks an audience, and ask the King of Han whether he will see him or not."

"Please wait a moment, Prime Minister."

Xiahou Bo responded and waved to a personal guard behind him, asking him to pass on the message.

Li Ji put his hands behind his back and stood at the gate of the Han King's Palace.

Jiang Gan quietly looked at Li Ji's seemingly calm profile, and then looked at the tightly blocked gate of the Han King's Palace, understanding that the King of Han was probably not going to see Li Ji.

Sure enough, after only a moment, the personal guard returned, with a red mark on his forehead that seemed to have been smashed by a wine cup, and said.

"The King of Han has ordered: Let the Prime Minister go back, now that the world is at peace, I am just celebrating the harvest with my ministers, do not disturb my interest."

Of course, from the personal guard's somewhat embarrassed appearance.

Jiang Gan understood that Liu Bei's tone must not have been as calm as the personal guard's, but full of impatience.

And Jiang Gan also understood Liu Bei a little. With the territory under his rule being peaceful, Liu Bei was usually strictly controlled by Li Ji. It was rare to indulge and enjoy himself, so why would he want to see Li Ji again?

"Prime Minister, why not go back to the mansion first? Come again tomorrow," Jiang Gan persuaded.

Li Ji remained silent, his whole body still motionless.

Zhuge Liang, Sima Yi, and Pang Tong, who had been traveling with him, were full of doubts, always feeling that today was still a dream.

This situation… everything is a bit strange.