Yan Xiaobao had studied ancient cultures across the world and discovered many methods to improve society. However, back when Yan Xiaobao was attending university every day, he could never have expected his knowledge would be used to change a completely different world.
"He's over there." A cold voice pierced through the morning air, as if summer had already ended.
Yan Xiaobao and Deng Wu had left the carriage some time ago, but the two of them lingered at the foot of the mountain, discussing water mills and their uses.
This concept of a water mill could be traced back thousands of years in Yan Xiaobao's early world. Yet no one ever needed to build such a thing, since leaders and serfs relied on their own strength and cultivation to complete tasks.
They had already spent twice the time climbing the stairs, and even when they reached the top, they were deeply engrossed in their conversation and reviewing blueprints.
