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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 20 Selling Tofu (2)_1

"Grandpa, when we get to the temple today, regardless of what I say, please don't interject, alright?" Lin Ziyin started somewhat awkwardly. It felt inappropriate to ask an elder to remain silent, however, she was genuinely worried that his stubbornness would cause him to soften out of gratitude for the livelihood Ding'an Temple had provided him.

You should know that a man of grandpa's age still has to go up the mountain to sell firewood, a feat powered by his physical strength alone. In Lin Ziyin's view, this was an act of mutual kindness, not a debt that needed to be repaid.

"Are you planning to sell these tofu to Ding'an Temple?" The old man asked once he finished eating and put his rice bowl down.

"Yes, for ten pennies a catty." Lin Ziyin replied with a radiant smile, "This is the lowest price."