Suleiman thought that his painting skills were really not good, so he began to use abstract language to explain.
"It no longer relies on a giant water wheel."
"Rather, it consists of a series of wooden scrapers installed in a long, inclined wooden trough, forming a circular chain."
"Its power can come from the water wheel downstream and be passed up through gears, or it can be driven by human or animal power to pedal and rotate like this."
As he spoke, he made the famous stampede movement with his hands.
"When the chain rotates, each scraper will be like a small bucket, scraping water from the lower level to the higher level step by step."
"As long as our chain is long enough and the wooden trough is high enough, in theory, we can send the water to any height we want."
If it can really be done, then the land in the High Mountains will no longer be a dead land. An old farmer couldn't help but asked, "Master Suleiman, then... what about the second question?"
"How to retain water and soil?"
Suleiman smiled, looked at him, and continued to use the branches to draw another picture.
"To solve soil erosion, we cannot cultivate land like plains. We must follow the mountains and cultivate horizontal fields layer by layer."
Mountains of the Moon is steep and steep, but ancient wisdom will not let go of any piece of land that can be used for farming.
He drew steps one by one on a steep slope.
"It's like stairs one after another."
This metaphor made everyone open their eyes, and the branches in Suleiman's hands moved on the ground.
"Each layer of field must be dug or leveled to retain water."
"On the outer edge of each layer of fields that can be used for farming, solid field banks must be built with stones and soil to block water and soil."
"The water drawn from High-Rotation Waterwheel will first flow into the highest layer. After it is filled, it will flow to the lower layer through the reserved opening.
Then go to the next level... and irrigate step by step until you reach the foot of the mountain."
A perfect picture slowly unfolded in everyone's mind, and people swallowed their saliva unconsciously. It is certain that you are definitely blessed by the Smith.
They seemed to see that among the steep Mountains of the Moon, layers of flat fields were opened up, and clear rivers flowed between the fields.
Just when everyone was excited about this magnificent and perfect idea, a soft voice sounded. Evelyn walked up to Suleiman at some point, her sapphire-like eyes shining with curiosity.
She smiled softly. Although she had the ugly birthmark on her face, she was still charming:
"My dear little Mr. Suleiman."
"How many more magical things like this are hidden in your mind?"
"Bobbin carts, High-Rotation Waterwheel, and this field like a ladder... Is this really the technology left over from the lost Valyria civilization? I have never read about it in any book."
Suleiman stood up and patted the dust on his hands. He did not look at Evelyn, but once again turned his gaze to the mountains in the distance shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun. His eyes became distant, as if they had penetrated time and space, recalling a hometown that was too far away to be touched.
Evelyn's question instantly touched everyone's heart. Bryn, the old farmers, all eyes were focused on Suleiman's face, waiting for his answer. They were also very curious.
Although these uneducated old farmers are more inclined to believe that this is the blessing of the Smith among Seven.
He softly uttered one word. "No."
Suleiman's voice remained calm. "This is Yi Ti's technology."
After his words fell, there was silence on the river bank, only the creaking of the barrel wheel and the gurgling flow of the river.
The nobles of Westeros may know Yi Ti, but the common people definitely don't know it, so in their eyes, this name suddenly becomes more prestigious.
In the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, compared with Free Cities, Westeros is indeed a remote and remote area. Common people have heard of the wealth of Free Cities. In their eyes, Westeros is full of dirt, while Free Cities is full of gold.
Evelyn looked at Suleiman's side face. The lines on his face looked particularly soft under the sunset. It was real or fake. It was deceptive...
How could you, a small aristocrat born and raised in Riverlands, come into contact with Yi Ti's affairs?
Soon, everyone's silence was interrupted by Bryn. He knelt on one knee on the dirt in front of Suleiman. He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with unprecedented light, and his voice was loud and loud due to excitement:
"My lord! Please leave this task to me!"
"I, Bryn, swear to Seven! I will build Westeros and the first Terraced Fields for you on Mountains of the Moon!"
Suleiman came to his senses, he bent down and helped Bryn up with both hands.
He patted Bryn's shoulder heavily with his hand. "Okay! Bryn! Go and conquer those mountains for me first!"
Another month and a half has passed.
Bryn walked at the front of the team. His tall body broke the dead branches under his feet, making a crisp sound. Behind him were twenty soldiers, silently carrying tools. His eyes were mixed with excitement and some kind of expectation that was about to shock people.
In the center of the team, several strong horses were breathing heavily, dragging carts covered with thick black cloth. The wheels rolled over the rugged mountain road, making a dull squeaking sound. With every bump, the goods under the black cloth swayed, revealing strange outlines.
In the former camp of Offshore Cliff, Bryn, this place was supposed to be the nail in Mountains of the Moon, a new Military Town, but it was now lifeless.
More than a hundred young people are scattered in the camp. They are the first batch of second sons to come to the mountains to cultivate land after the lord's family separation order.
They once came with the dream of owning their own land, but now they are left with only fatigue and empty eyes.
Tam flicked the fire with a wooden stick, and there were only a few sparks, just like the hope in his heart. He came to bid farewell to his family with ambition, but now he felt more despair in his heart.
He thought of the hillside he had finally cleared. The slope was steep, and the bottom of the soil was full of hard rocks. He tried his best to dig away only a shallow layer of loose soil. It rained a few days ago, and the seeds he had sown and the pitiful soil were washed away completely.
He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse. "There is no way to grow food here."
"Are we... being... deceived...
An older boy next to him scolded, "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Master Suleiman will not lie to us."
He paused and his tone softened,
"Master Suleiman gave us the best treatment, which only shows that we may not really be good at farming."
Without land, there is no food. Without food, you cannot marry a wife, let alone build your own family.
Their livelihood now depends entirely on digging some wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains, or setting traps to catch a few rabbits, and hunting. How is this different from the Wildlings they once despised?
The only consolation is the few Silver Stags left after following Lord Suleiman in the war and redeeming the equipment. Now all of them Second Sonss hope that the next war will come.
Anyway, there is no land to farm now. Farming is not as good as fighting. Beheading a person can make money faster than farming the land for several years.
When can we fight?