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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 124 Opportunity(1)_1

"The workshop is yours, as is this family that you earned. If you wish to buy slaves, go ahead. However, the people you buy are your responsibility, as you deem fit," The old patriarch looked at her deeply but made no objections. "If you fear not having enough hands, hire some more suitable people from the village."

Lin Ziyin pondered over these words from the old patriarch.

"Is there anything you are worried about, grandpa?" Lin Ziyin asked humbly.

"Doing things in a village can't compare to anywhere else. People within our community, if they aren't considered during times of prosperity, they will not consider you when you need help, just like when we encountered a thief the other day," the old patriarch spoke slowly while Lin Ziyin listened attentively.