The Princess of Northern Land

"Thank you, girl." Hei Er cupped his hands and thanked him, then asked some more questions, and even ran to the field to check it out before leaving with his people.

After seeing off a group of great gods, Lin Ziyin sighed softly. Don't think about stopping in the future. Damn Chu Suifeng and Si Jinhan.

"That girl must be scolding us secretly behind our backs." Immediately, Si Jinhan chatted happily with Chu Suifeng.

"Just don't dare to say it." Chu Suifeng replied, rolling his eyes at him.

"Why do you trust that girl and actually follow the land reclamation? There is no shortage of farmers who know how to farm in Fengcheng. What can a yellow-haired girl know?" Si Jinhan said deliberately.

"You don't believe it?" Chu Suifeng asked.

"Xin, anyway, looking at the gangsters and the like in the city makes you upset, so sending them here will make them quiet." Si Jinhan laughed and replied.

"Follow up quickly." Chu Suifeng clamped his legs together, and the horse's speed suddenly increased.

"Wait for me." Si Jinhan smiled and followed, followed closely by a group of black armored soldiers, a cloud of dust rising behind them.

By the time summer was coming to an end, nearly a thousand acres of Lin Ziyin's wasteland had been reclaimed.

"Stop the land reclamation for the time being and let everyone sort out the first plowed land and dig two-pronged trenches every ten acres between the land." Lin Ziyin ordered.

"Yes, miss." Kong Yier agreed and went out to execute it.

"Most of these peppers are red, and the seeds left behind are enough to plant hundreds of acres of land." Cui Da happily turned over the new peppers to dry.

The more than ten acres of land set aside behind the Lin family have basically produced a bumper harvest so far.

A lot of peppers have been harvested from the two acres of land, and a bumper harvest of corn is coming soon. Cui Da has been farming all his life and has never seen these strange things grown by his employer. Seeing the high yield of corn and tasting the benefits of chili peppers, Cui Da and Li Qing are so happy that they don't even bother to rest every day, except for eating and sleeping. , all soaked in the ground.

"Brother, have you ever seen a transparent oilcloth?" Lin Ziyin wrote and drew on the paper, and then asked Lin Changshu, who was about to wash his hands and eat.

"I haven't seen it." Lin Changshu answered honestly.

Lin Ziyin frowned after hearing this. Without the oilcloth, what she wanted to do might be shelved.

"Miss." Mrs. Qiao, who was preparing the meal at the side, hesitated for a moment, and then said proactively.

Her eyes were a little evasive. The master didn't ask any questions, so she spoke rashly, as if it was against the rules.

"Where have you seen it before?" Lin Ziyin was delighted, raised his head and stared at her and asked excitedly.

"My boss, when I was traveling all over the world, I saw the oilcloth that the young lady mentioned in Jiangnan. I heard that those oilcloths were used to make umbrellas." Seeing that she didn't mean to blame herself, Mrs. Qiao spoke more smoothly.

In Jiangnan? Lin Ziyin felt discouraged after hearing this.

"The umbrellas of the Ming family in the south of the Yangtze River are famous all over the world, especially the secret ingredient of the oilcloth on them, which is transparent, thin, airtight and water-proof. If you want to find such an oilcloth in the north, you may not be able to find it." The old man listened for a long time before interjecting.

"Grandpa has also seen the Ming family's oilcloth?" Lin Ziyin asked curiously.

"I've seen it before. It happened when I was a kid." The old man replied with aftertaste, "Our Lin family's ancestral home is in the south of the Yangtze River. If something had not happened and we were implicated, our direct descendants would not have been driven to the north to settle down."

"Grandpa, what happened back then?" Zi Ge asked in confusion.

"It's all in the past, what's the point of bringing it up again." The old man seemed unwilling to mention the past, "Remember, our surname is just Lin, but we have nothing to do with the direct surname Lin."