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

The following day, Lin Ziyin was in the courtyard again, preparing a small patch of ground to plant the potted plants that had already sprouted fruits, complete with their soil and vine shoots. He even built a frame for the plants out of branches.


"They're already bearing fruit, can they still survive this?" Zige asked worriedly, fearing that in his excitement, Lin Ziyin might have doomed the things they had bought for fifty taels of silver.


Over the next few days, all of Lin Ziyin's energy seemed to be poured into the seeds. The villagers saw Lin Changshu and Wu Dayou borrowing Lou Zheng's ox to plough the empty space behind the new house. None of them found it too strange; after all, land is the lifeblood of a farmer. Even a barren land, once bought, nobody would want to waste it.


In their busyness, the Lin family's house was completed at a steady pace, and every seed Lin Ziyin planted grew robustly.


Chapter 97 Different Thoughts (1)_1