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 looked sternly at Ma Zhicai with a heavy warning in his eyes.


"Yes, sir." With a silver note worth one hundred taels easily in hand, Ma Zhicai was somewhat excited, his attitude toward the young Tatar became far more respectful.


Ma Erlang looked enviously at Ma Zhicai, his nephew's ability to obtain silver was far more efficient than his own. He had been scraping by in the North Country for over a year and had only managed to save a little silver. Being a scholar indeed made him resourceful.


"You may leave now." The young Tatar watched him for a while, and Ma Zhicai maintained a composed demeanor, not showing a hint of panic.


"Sir, I shall take my leave." He bowed his head and turned around to leave, appearing incredibly respectful.


"Sometimes, being presumptuous can lead to a quick death." Just as he was about to step out of the door, the young Tatar casually muttered a warning.


Ma Zhicai paused in his tracks, satisfying the young Tatar who squinted his eyes in approval.


Chapter 537: War Begins (2)_1