Liu Yu, founding emperor of the Southern Song, had fought so many battles and killed so many emperors that they could fill two mahjong tables. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and found himself in the body of Liu Shan, the famously useless weakling known as Adou!
Looking at Zhuge Liang, who was deeply concerned for the kingdom, Liu Yu fell into thought.
Shu Han had no money, no grain, and even had to rely on the Chancellor himself to lead the army on supply runs.
Rubbing his rounded chin, Liu Yu decided this script didn’t seem quite right.
So
“Chancellor, instead of raising taxes, why not investigate corrupt officials? Let’s seize the private coffers of those aristocratic families.”
“Zilong, your spearwork is excellent, but it’ll be even more effective paired with the mandarin-duck formation I’ve been developing.”
“Wei Yan, planning to raid their home base? Count me in!”
Zhuge Liang looked at “Adou,” who was a master of civil affairs and a brilliant general, and nearly crushed the feather fan in his hand.
“Your Majesty, have you been... possessed by something?”
Liu Yu grinned. “Don’t worry, Chancellor. I’ve just suddenly figured something out, ”
“Being useless is boring. Why don’t we team up and twist Sima Yi’s head off to kick it around like a ball?”
