Lazy words

Lin Ziyin, modern day mechanical professor especially hired by the school, had the potential for great achievement in her field. However, due to family reasons, she could only treat her mechanical research and teaching as a secondary job, pouring all her energy into the farm and the food business before. Despite her low-key approach, she was unable to suppress her sister's rage, and a furious car crash sent her straight to ancient times.
Indeed, she had excellent character, so why did the heavens send her to the sparsely populated Northern Land. Known as the death zone, those who were banished to this borderland would spend their lives and perish there. However, Lin Ziyin was quite satisfied with her own identity. Even if she had lost the protection of her parents, she still had the protection of her siblings and grandfather. Of course, she also had her younger brother and nephew at home who needed her protection. This abundance of familial love was enough to compensate for the hardships caused by poverty at home.
Poverty, she wasn't afraid of, as she had experience in farming. With large swathes of uncultivated land, the Northern Land was practically custom-made for her. The heavy workload didn't matter either, she was proficient in designing all kinds of small tools. Whether it was the emperor's absurdity, not providing aid to the border king, or the shameless Tatars that would rob them frequently, none of these posed a problem for her. She could think of solutions for everything. It wasn't uncommon for the border king to tell everyone how lucky he was to have married such a wonderful queen!

The Princess of Northern Land

So she dutifully followed Lin Ziyin into the kitchen.


Making brine is a technical task. Ancient salt had impurities, making it both bitter and salty. Lin Ziyin started by removing the impurities, and only then made the brine. The whole process nearly drove Lin Zige crazy; she couldn't understand why Lin Ziyin spent an entire afternoon grappling with salt.


Sacrificing so much firewood for nothing.


But the words of reproach Lin Zige had in mind couldn't come out.


Time flew by amidst their busyness, and by the time Lin Changshu and the others returned, the brine was already prepared.


Lin Zige seized the opportunity to secretly tell Lin Changshu about Lin Ziyin's unusual behavior that afternoon.


"It's just a waste of a bit of firewood, let her be." Ever since Lin Ziyin injured her head in the mountain, Lin Changshu felt guilty towards her. Guo Huiniang also shared this guilt. Therefore, they indulged Lin Ziyin's requests.


Chapter 18 Tofu(2)_1