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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 27 Bullying (1)_1

At night, the Lin family was making tofu for the second time. Lin Changshu and Guo Huiniang woke up early and began grinding soybeans in the kitchen. The old man was curious, so he also got up early to supervise the whole process.

This time, Ziyin didn't use salt water to curdle the tofu, she directly used sour soy milk instead, adding a bit of flour. The tofu made this way was smoother and had a better texture.

In the morning, Lin Changshu had a bowl of tofu pudding and a couple of meat buns before heading to Ding'an Temple with a pole across his shoulder to deliver the tofu.

"Brother, tell them if it's raining, we might not deliver." Ziyin instructed, asking him to make it clear to the Guest Keeper at the temple.

"Sure." Lin Changshu replied. His sister had many ideas, and now he was willing to listen to her.

"Sister, do we have plenty of scallions at home?" Ziyin asked.