You wouldn’t accomplish much. Hubris to think otherwise.
Ever live in a foreign country, and don’t speak the language?
Ever live in vile, dire long term poverty?
Ever live in a small, inbred, suspicious town?
You’d be tired, cold, and hungry ekeing out a meager subsistence surrounded by suspicious, ignorant peasants every.single.day. These peasants, like their modern day descendants, are reluctant to change, lazy, and not altogether curious. We live in an era and country where curiosity and inventiveness is taught at every level and encouraged, and STILL It’s an uphill fucking battle. We, as modern day westerners, can be taught a new idea, see the value, and embrace it. To assume this would be the case 1000 years ago is erroneous.
In my head, I imagine the scene of me introducing the wheelbarrow to the local labor. I’m filthy. I live on the edge of town, barely tolerated, and have only been raped twice so far. I haven’t eaten any kind of decent meal in six months, and I’m chronically damp and seem to be developing a cough. My language is still rudimentary, but I figure I don’t need much for this. Did I mention how exhausting the 1100’s are? How depressing the reality of never going back to friends, family or a hot shower is?
I build the best damn wheelbarrow ever. I demonstrate, I talk about efficiency, and ease. I have people try it.
We’ve always done it this way. Shut up missy, women need to know their place. It’ll break soon enough. My back makes me money. That’s not honest labor, it’s trickery. Foreigners can’t be trusted. The devil is shaped like a wheelbarrow. Etc, etc.
I’m an optimist, a fighter, stubborn as a mule, halfway smart, know how to work, in good physical shape, can demonstrate and teach in an effective manner, have lived in not optimal environments, and have personally faced and experienced some shit.
I’d throw myself off a cliff eventually.
Ignorance is a daunting opponent. You guys are underestimating it.