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

"Thank you, Master Hui Zhen. Once the ancestral hall is completed, I'll surely bring the descendants of the Lin Family to Ding'an Temple and make a donation to Buddha," said the old master of the Lin Family, overjoyed.


"Enough. My role doesn't involve donations. You should go make your reputation with Brother Hui Lian instead. Let the kitchen prepare some fine wine and dishes for me at noon, that's more in line with my style," Master Hui Zhen replied impatiently, "If the princess could personally prepare the meal, that would be even better." 


"I intend to build another temple in the Border City. Located at the junction of several countries, the city attracts many merchants. Building a temple there could spread Buddha's glory," Chu Suifeng said slowly.


Master Hui Zhen's face stiffened for a moment, then he shook his head regretfully at Lin Ziyin, "With the prince being so narrow-minded, it seems that it will be difficult for me to taste the dishes prepared by the princess."


Chapter 677: Coma (2)_1