In the harem.
Zi Shou looked at the tall and strong Kong Xuan and said with a smile,""In the future, you will be my personal guard general.”
"I will not disappoint Your Majesty!"
Kong Xuan bowed.
Zishou was speechless…
F * ck!
I can't let you go out and cause trouble for Jill.
Otherwise…
With your bug-like existence in the early stages of the apotheosis…
It will bring me endless trouble.
Thinking back to how his plan to harvest Obsession Points from the North Sea Army's defeat had gone down the drain, Zishou's heart ached.
Fortunately…
This time, he had gained close to a million fatuous points.
Zi Shou looked at the long list of fatuous points in the system's background, and the frustration in his heart was slightly relieved.
Zi Shou was prepared to use the nearly one million fatuous points to exchange for other pills to increase his cultivation after he had digested the sudden increase in his cultivation last time.
"From these few times…If you want to obtain a large number of fatuous points, you have to have a wide audience…"
"Otherwise, when can we achieve the dream of ascending on the spot and becoming a god by relying solely on the loyal officials of the court?”
Zi Shou concluded the gains and losses of obtaining large amounts of fatuous points these two times and sighed in his heart.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up!
Delaying the sowing season would reap the fatuous points produced by the people.
But now…
In this era.
The one with the most people…
It was the group of slaves!
They were basically in a social position that was worse than a dog!
He could try to start with the slaves and get another wave of fatuous points…
That would definitely be a huge amount of fatuous points!
The more Zishou thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.
"Your Majesty, the regional commander Wannian is waiting outside.”
The attendant's report interrupted Zishou Piaofei's thoughts.
"Let him in."
Zi Shou returned to his senses and replied with a smile.
He had summoned 10,000 years ago to inquire about the progress of delaying the sowing season.
After these few reversals, Zishou finally understood that he had to personally watch over the things that he had arranged.
I have to ask him often.
Otherwise…
It was easy to cause some trouble.
To disrupt his plans.
"This subject, Wannian, greets the king!"
It had only been half a month since they last met, but Wannian seemed to have aged by more than ten years. The dark circles under his eyes almost reached his chin.
Zi Shou was shocked and hurriedly asked,"My dear minister, you look like you've encountered some obstacles in delaying the sowing season?”
This won't do!
If he encountered any obstacles, he would remove them!
" Your Majesty, the order to postpone the sowing season has been sent to all parts of Zhaoge, as well as the surrounding villages and towns. There were some complaints, but they were not worth worrying about.”
Ten Thousand Year Spirit said excitedly.
Zishou didn't know what he was excited about, but he didn't have the mood to ask. It was good that his plan wasn't disrupted.
"That's good. If beloved minister encounters any obstacles, tell the people that I ordered the sowing season to be postponed. Just say... A conclusion made by observing the astronomical phenomena alone!"
Zishou thought for a moment and said.
This sentence…
It was pure slander!
Damn it.
You look at the weather?
What could he understand!
Celestial phenomena were illusory.
What can you understand…
But you don't know...
His words caused a huge shock in Wan Nian's heart.
So much so that…
When Wannian left, he was extremely excited.
......
"Your Majesty, why do you keep emphasizing the word 'astronomical phenomenon'?”
"It's because some astronomical phenomena are fixed and can be traced, such as... The change of seasons!”
Wannian said excitedly.
In front of him was…
It was the information of all kinds of seasons since the establishment of the Shang Dynasty for more than five hundred years.
They were piled up like a mountain.
Wannian was like a lunatic as he flipped through the pages.
"First year of Tang, end of April, sow!”
"Ten years of soup, at the end of April, sow!”
"Eighth year of Taijia, end of April, sowing!”
"First year of Taigeng, end of April, sow!”
.....
"Hahaha, as expected, although the weather is not fixed, but... On the whole, it was constant and there were traces to be found!”
"Your Majesty…Sacred!"
Wannian was like a crazy demon as he laughed loudly and muttered.
He looked through the seasons of the past years and realized that if he sowed in April every year, then…
The harvest of the autumn harvest next year would be much more than in previous years.
And Zishou ordered to postpone sowing for two months, so it was better to…In the middle of May.
It wasn't much different from the Harvest Festival recorded before.
"Your Majesty's actions…It's an act that will benefit the world!"
Wannian sighed.
Sweeping the pile of bamboo slips open, he took out a bamboo slip and calmed his mind. His mind kept recalling the various records he had read during this period of time.
He recalled the time when he was young and frivolous…
The astronomical phenomena that he had deduced, the teachings of his old master, and so on…
He recalled the arrangement of the stars in the sky and the change of the four seasons.
After a long time, he wrote:
360 days of sunrise and sunset, starting over again…
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished writing that, everyone in Chaoge who had cultivation bases was shocked!
Only Kong Xuan, Daji, Wen Zhonghe…Jiang Ziya, who was doing fortune-telling in the east of Zhaoge City, looked at the mansion of Wannian.
"Over there…There's shocking merit brewing!"
Kong Xuan muttered in shock.
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