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

"Why did you bring this out?" Mrs. Zhang jumped in surprise.


"Since we made a lot, we brought some out," Lin Ziyin replied.


"Give it to the children. We'll be home in a while," Mrs. Zhang suggested.


"We're full," Changting said, patting his stomach.


"What happened?" Seeing Lou Zheng look upset and despondent, the old man sat by his side and asked him a few concerned questions.


"This year's tax has to be paid," Lou Zheng sighed. "Uncle, you know the situation in the village. Each family only has a small plot of land, growing soybeans; where can we find surplus silver to pay our taxes?"


"Why would you have to pay taxes before the autumn harvest?" Lin Ziyin asked curiously.


"The money for city wall construction," Lou Zheng answered, "Although the amount is not much, you can see the situation in the village."


Chapter 106 Taxation (2)_1