Ye Xinyan reflected on the situation at that time. Judging by the intense expression on Jiang Yifan's face when he examined the ore cart and tracks, he must have thought of something, but she couldn't grasp the key point.
Ye Xinyan tried hard to recall any track-related information from her memory. In her memory, the things most closely associated with tracks seemed to be only electric trains, subways, and railways. If pushed further back, there would be the steam engine, which seemed to have applications in mining tunnels. But under the conditions of this particular era, it was impossible to use these technologies. Even the mining areas that could utilize tunnels had highly modernized shafts, which would not appear in an era of such low productivity.
Being a person born and bred in ancient times, Jiang Yifan wouldn't have such thoughts. It wasn't that he wasn't intelligent or lacked imagination, but his imagination was constrained by the era and environment in which he grew up.