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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 · Geral
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774 Chs

Chapter 480: The Tomb King's Wife(1)_1

As Chu Suifeng's counsellor, Situ Gong was undoubtedly a very busy man. Yet, the idea that he would come to a field to chat with an old farmer was simply unbelievable.

The old man gave him a penetrating gaze.

In the face of his meaningful look, Situ Gong responded with a constant smile.

"Mr. Situ, you're a busy man. It's a privilege for an old man like me that you would take the time to idle chat with me," the old man finally said, nodding slightly.

"I wouldn't dare to think so," Situ Gong politely replied. "The production of food is the foundation of survival in the Northern Land. Regarding being busy, you sir, are not idling either."

At his flattery, old man Lin merely smiled faintly, not indulging in further courtesies.

Not far from the vegetable field, there were houses for the workers to rest. The old man also kept one here as a place to rest.