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

Ma Dalang took these gazes as an approval of him, and inevitably, a pleased expression showed on his face.


However, Ma Zhicai had a bad feeling in his heart. Sure enough, in less than the time it would take for half an incense stick to burn, the shopkeepers and children of the Lin family all came up with their answers.


"How is it possible?" Ma Dalang nearly collapsed to the ground when he saw the answers. They didn't make a single mistake.


"If we didn't need to make you understand, our speed would've been even faster." Yu Shaohui coldly glanced at him and said.


"That's right, this counting method is not as fast as ours." The few youngsters were young and lively. After winning the contest, they playfully stuck out their tongues at Ma Dalang. "Such a question would stump even the children in the nursey school. It's too simple."


The so-called nursery school refers to a preschool, where the children are all between three to five years old.


Chapter 462: Losses (4)_1