Relying on such primitive human-powered water lifting could never support the large-scale agricultural operation he envisioned.
And if they were ever hit by a prolonged drought, a total crop failure would be all but inevitable.
No. Absolutely not.
Agriculture and food were the foundation of medieval society, especially in a domain like his, with little land and a large population.
A river ran through his lands from the Mountains of the Moon, splitting into three branches along the way. His domain was also a vast slope, descending from high ground to low. With proper irrigation works, it could be the finest farmland.
If his domain weren't currently beset by one crisis after another and undergoing massive reconstruction, he would have already planned to mobilize his subjects to build a dam in the Mountains of the Moon.
Suleiman tugged at his warhorse and raced back toward the Lion's Den with his riders.
Riding hard, he turned and called out an order: "Bryn! Find a few of the most experienced old farmers! Bring them all here! Now!"
The Lion's Den was just ahead. Suleiman left the riders struggling to rein in their horses and leaped down.
He hurried straight to the study. When he saw Evelyn seated at the desk, he called out with urgent insistence, "Evelyn!"
"Come here, quickly!"
Evelyn set down the account book in her hands. Seeing Suleiman's grave expression, she immediately stood and came over.
He had no time for pleasantries, nor did he explain to Evelyn what he intended to do, as if afraid the memories he had once possessed might vanish.
Suleiman went to the massive oak table and spread a blank sheet of parchment across it. "Evelyn! Get a pen!"
He stared at the parchment as a flood of knowledge from another world began to