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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 363: Prosperity (3)_1

"The temperature in the greenhouse should not fall below twenty degrees. When sowing, lightly pat down with a board to let the seeds sink into the soil. Then cover them with a layer of soil and fertilizer. As long as the temperature is controlled daily, by May, you can transplant the seedlings directly," said Lin Ziyin passionately, gazing at the black soil, "Because the seedlings are strong enough, when the temperature rises, you can transplant them directly, and they will grow rapidly."

"We have to transplant the seedlings?" asked a man from Chu Suifeng's manor in confusion. "Aren't rice seeds just scattered directly on the ground?"

"It's hard to explain everything at once. Let's wait until the seedlings are grown to talk more about it," Lin Ziyin replied with a smile.

Yes, there was confusion on everyone's faces, but no one voiced any objections to Lin Ziyin's unorthodox method of growing rice. Nobody had ever heard of such a method before.