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

He did not hide his previous desire to embezzle silver.


When this was said, the Bao Family's hearts became more settled.


"No one will know about today's events." The Bao family silently assured.


"I must go now." Ma Zhicai stood up, smoothed his clothes, and then looked at the Bao family, "Store the silver and vegetables. I need to take the basket back with me."


On hearing this, the Bao family hurriedly stood up, clumsily held the silver, and took it into the house. They then poured the vegetables onto the ground, and finally handed the basket to Ma Zhicai in one seamless motion.


Ma Zhicai, carrying the basket, returned home without looking back.


After he left, the Bao family returned to the house and individually touched each silver ingot; they then spent some time in a daze alone.


"Mother, the food is ready." Gouzi asked Ergouzi, wanting to know what Ma Zhicai had said to his mother in the house.


Chapter 471: Risky Move(6)_1