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

"Damn these bastards." Seeing the sickles left behind by the black-clad men on the ground, the villagers cursed. They had been delighting in how well their various crops were growing, but they hadn't expected this to stir envy in others. "They even planned to set fire, even preparing firewood."


Some spotted piles of firewood around the cornfield.


"Fortunately, we were vigilant, and they didn't succeed." Some breathed a sigh of relief.


"We must practice harder from now on. These bastards may very well return."


The villagers were grateful that many had chosen to learn martial arts from the Lin family. Although many were past their prime, the close combat techniques taught were undeniably practical. Furthermore, the breathing method Master Hui Zhen from Ding'an Temple taught greatly fortified them after a year of practice. Everyone, children and teenagers particularly, found these techniques invaluable.


Chapter 374: King Ling Takes Action (7)_1