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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!

Lazy words · Umum
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774 Chs

Chapter 17 Tofu(1)_1

The price of salt in this era was exorbitant, the common households simply could not afford it.

Besides, the Lin Family hardly had any extra cash at the moment but Lin Ziyin just outright asked for two pounds of salt. Lin Zige almost fainted in shock.

"I need it urgently." Lin Ziyin looked a bit helpless and desperate. She was not an ignorant person; she knew the high price of salt in ancient times. But when making tofu, it was absolutely necessary to have salt brine. Though plaster could be used as a substitute for salt brine, Lin Ziyin found that tofu made with plaster was much inferior in taste to that made with salt brine.

"Well, you could buy one pound for me instead." Lin Ziyin reluctantly lowered her request.

"This?" Lin Zige wanted to decline, but upon seeing Lin Ziyin's pleading eyes, she swallowed back the words of refusal she had almost uttered.