Leech knew some things, but not that much.
He had transmigrated, but his brain wasn't loaded with Wikipedia. For the waterwheel's construction, he only provided the concept; the actual research and manufacturing relied entirely on the dwarf craftsman. Luckily, this master craftsman caught on immediately. After countless experiments, the waterwheel was more or less complete.
Leech looked up at the sky. It was noon, time to eat.
The ones bringing food to the slaves were hired farmhands. It was bran-filled black bread and hot soup with beads of oil floating on top. Leech glanced over. It wasn't exactly nutritious, but it could fill their stomachs and replenish their energy.
Others believed Porcupine Territory was the lord's property, that the food was the lord's property. In truth, the population itself was the real asset.
Even if the land couldn't support them, Leech would keep taking in people, endlessly!
And even so, he still thought it was too slow.
