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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 32 Compensation (2)_1

"Fine," Lou Zheng, with no other options, reluctantly turned to the Ma family, "You all heard it. Whether or not you accept the silver is up to you."

"I won't…" Ma Youcai defiantly shouted.

Lin Ziyin sneered, "Grandfather, let's go home, we need to attend to my brother's and Yanzhi's wounds."

"Alright." The old man, leading Changting and carrying Lin Changshu's empty load, prepared to return home. Lin Changshu, carrying Lin Yanzhi, followed behind after casting a fierce glare at the Ma family.

"You can't leave." Yan Family's matriarch grew frantic as the prospect of losing the incoming silver became real. She stretched out her arm, intending to stop Lin Ziyin.

"Robbery, huh? Does injuring someone who's obstructing my path not count?" Lin Ziyin held aloft his sickle, deliberately asking the surrounding villagers.