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The Princess of Northern Land

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!

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Chapter 105 Taxation (1)_1

"Master." Lin Ziyin, unsure of what to call the Little Monk, decides to call all monks "Master".

"Amitabha, my Dharma name is Master Wufa," the Little Monk corrected her, his face flushing red.

"Master Wufa, please help me light the fire," Lin Ziyin didn't want to waste time on trivial matters. "I'll make the dishes. How many are you eating at noon?"

"Two," Wufa answered, his head bowed.

Lin Ziyin nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Benefactor Lin, are you going to make tofu?" Master Hui Lian asked enthusiastically.

"I'll make a few more dishes today, some of which are new products sent by our Lin Family for free," said Lin Ziyin with a smile.

"Thank you, benefactor," Master Hui Lian thanked her with a grin.

Without rushing to cook, Lin Ziyin poured a considerable amount of soybean oil into the pot, then took out a half-fermented dough she brought from a basin, and started to get busy.