No one in this era would sentimentally consider that to be pollution.
After all, the Campbell people had just experienced the first stage of industrialization—a period of joyous growth for all industrial civilizations in their lifecycle.
The cake that grew from the land was enough for everyone to share.
"Saint Sis above…"
Erin couldn't help but let out a gasp, for she witnessed a scene that baffled her even more, one she hadn't seen on her previous journey.
In the wasteland beside the railroad, several oddly-shaped machines were slowly moving.
Their steam-emitting fronts were like monsters puffing on cigars. However, they were much smaller than locomotive engines, and instead of carriages, they dragged a row of metal plowshares.
Amidst the deafening roar, they effortlessly turned over the hard soil that typically required several oxen to pull.
In the past, farmers in Thunder County would not choose to open up land in the summer; the best window was from late autumn to winter.
