That day.
Wenren Sheng arrived in the territory governed by a group of Transmigrators.
They had occupied several southern islands, establishing their own base here and developing it for a full ten years.
It was early morning.
Dewdrops shimmered like crystal on blades of grass, as though nature had bestowed pearls upon this land.
In the village, the native residents had risen early at the sound of roosters and begun another day of labor.
Their lives had long since undergone earth-shaking changes because of the arrival of those Transmigrators.
Wenren Sheng seemed to have seen this scene long ago. It had also been on an island, with another group of native villagers benefiting from the changes brought by modern people.
At the center of the village stood a Windmill Well the Transmigrators had once built with their own hands.
The great windmill slowly turned, beginning to draw water.
Several women were using the windmill to fetch water.
Their faces were filled with satisfied, grateful smiles.
On the island, fetching water had once been difficult.
There were no stable rivers on the island; underground freshwater was far more reliable.
The island was like a funnel, collecting rainwater and draining away the salt.
These Transmigrators had taught them how to dig wells, along with many labor-saving techniques.
Like this great windmill.
Using windmills to pump water was a Western method, one the East had never adopted on a large scale.
The reason was simple: human labor was so cheap that it was far cheaper than machinery...
"Look how sweet this well water is. We used to walk several li to the river and carry water back, but now it's so convenient." An older woman sighed with emotion.
A younger woman nodded in agreement. "Yes. The old masters on the island never thought