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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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398 Chs

Chapter 287 Whose Threat (4)_1

Dịch giả: 549690339

"Sour fish is good, so is boiled chicken, but braised pork knuckle is the best." Master Hui Zhen arrived at meal time, and his five martial monks were arranged to dine in the next room.

"Master, in the afternoon, please ask your disciples to check out the newly planted chives in the greenhouse," Lin Ziyin specially reminded him.

Ding'an Temple was different from Chu Suifeng's villa. Every day, five people from the villa would come to learn and keep up with the latest developments in the greenhouse. On the other hand, the monks from Ding'an Temple only contacted the villa when needed.

That said, Master Hui Zhen and the martial monks were there punctually every day under the guise of collecting herbs on the mountain.

"It's best to have someone dedicated to learn this daily, to avoid confusion," Lin Ziyin complained.