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

Ginger gets spicier as it ages, she knew she couldn't hide anything from the old man.


"You're a smart child, but 'the prominent tree in the forest meets the wind first.' Understand this proverb?" the old man asked.


"I understand." Lin Ziyin nodded his head with a bitter smile, "But I also know there are no take-backs when you shoot an arrow. Grandfather, rest assured, I know what I have to do. Perhaps, living in the Northern Land, it is all fate." He sighed noncommittally.


The old man nodded, "It's time for dinner. Clean up and bring the kids out to eat."


Just as quietly as he appeared, he left with his hands behind his back.


Lin Ziyin stared blankly at his retreating figure. Upon hearing Changting's call, he took the children to the front hall.


This time's crisis seemed to have passed just like that. In the days that followed, Lin Ziyin and the old man immersed themselves in tending to the corn and chili peppers in the back yard.


Chapter 120: Scheming (2)_1