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

"What is this?" Because Lin Changshu and the old man had been busy, one in the bean product workshop and the other constantly overseeing the shipment in the greenhouse, they had never set foot in the yard where Lin Ziyin was assembling her machines. They were taken aback when they suddenly saw the lump of metal that had been put together.


"This is a hand-pushed weeder that also serves to till the soil," Lin Ziyin answered with a smile, demonstrating it on the spot for them. "Grandfather, older brother, look, one person can easily weed seven or eight acres in one morning."


"It really works." Witnessing the outcomes firsthand, Lin Changshu and the old man's interest was piqued. As farmers themselves, they knew very well the laboriousness of farming. The most land one can typically weed in a day is just over an acre. They had never imagined that this weeder made weeding and tilling so easy without damaging the roots of plants.


Chapter 353: A Brand New Machine (7)_1