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

"Everyone else in the house is busy, and there's a lot to do in the fields. I'm going over to boil some water for everyone." Lin Zige answered with a smile.


"You really are capable." Someone joked with a hint of envy, "After today's work in the fields is done, will Ziyin still need help?"


The biggest concern for villagers was having nothing to do after the busy farming period.


"Yes, Ziyin said that in a few days we'll to start sowing, and we'll need a lot of people to help." Lin Zige responded in her good-natured and patient manner.


"By October, the weather will be turning cold, what can be planted in the fields then?" someone asked, surprised.


"I don't know." Lin Zige truthfully admitted, shaking her head.


She was as curious as the villagers about what Ziyin said about greenhouse cultivation and maintained a skeptical attitude.


Chapter 198: Wishful Thinking (6)_1