Four years had passed since I woke up from my 'long dream', and the West Way had officially outgrown its training wheels.
I brought over the knowledge I gathered from the other world, and while I could not exactly comprehend properly over there, right here, it all made sense.
Like, I was born to be an architect.
I implemented structures that made irrigation and crop rotations a thing that most people came to rely on today. I also put in my knowledge of the forge, and what is required for making the heating system way stronger and more stable, without making the floors feel too hot to walk on.
The production processes and all of that made the West Way even greater than it was before I left. Even the neighboring places benefited from our trade system, and currently.
The tiger-and-sheep currency was being traded as far north as the old icy borders, and the original nursery palace had been converted into a sprawling nursery school.
