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

"You unfilial son want to be the death of me." General Luo's dignity was compromised in front of everyone by his own son, his anger causing his beard to bristle. If they hadn't been guests at the Li Residence, Luo Yan would've most likely been given a good beating. "Can't you just do something sensible for once?"


"Sensible?" Luo Yan looked at General Luo with amusement, then casually replied, "How about I help the prince streamline the grain trade?"


The mention of grain was too sensitive, and immediately, the lively chatter in the room ceased.


Li Jiesong's legs wouldn't stop shaking. Why did they have to bring up the grain trade? He was scared that his secret activities would be discovered by Chu Suifeng's people. If that would stir up a big mess, even if Chu Suifeng spares his life for the sake of their relatives in the Marquis Residence, he wouldn't escape punishment for his crimes. He didn't want to spend his life in jail.


"Not a bad idea." Chu Suifeng responded lightly.


Chapter 492: The Wind Rises and the Waves Swell (6)_1