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

"Thank you, Third Young Master." Lin Ziyin replied with a grin, yet in her mind, she was thinking about her past and the idea of constructing a roasting duck oven to really kickstart her business.


The response from Tianji Building was swift. The small tools Lin Ziyin requested were quickly delivered by Hei Yi.


With the huller at hand, the roasting preparation for pine nuts, hazelnuts, and walnuts began, along with the oil paper and parchment paper delivered by Chu Suifeng. Lin Ziyin was tremendously busy, rushing back and forth from the greenhouse to the roasting room.


"Miss, the corn in the field is ripe. When should we harvest?" Cui Da came over to ask.


"Let me go take a look." As corn hadn't been cultivated on a large scale yet, the corn growing in the few acres of the backyard seemed very precious to Lin Ziyin. Normally, she would not let anyone else see it, only her own family were allowed.


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