Dreams are beautiful; reality requires a down-to-earth approach.
Luo De spent a considerable amount of time and effort; apart from the millstone, the entire windmill was officially assembled.
When the last bolt was tightened, the windmill blades began to turn slowly under the push of the wind.
The gears meshed with each other, emitting a rhythmic clicking sound.
The sound of wood rubbing against wood was now the most beautiful sound Luo De heard.
Luo De walked out of the mill and stood atop the hill, his eyes admiringly fixed on the windmill, his heart filled with a sense of achievement.
The rotating windmill tower was exceptionally beautiful, becoming an exotic scenic sight under the sunlight.
Everything was operating as anticipated.
In the future, this mill would continuously grind out flour, heralding new changes for the Northern Wasteland.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the wind blowing across his face, the air filled with the fresh scent of wood.
