The Princess of Northern Land

Lin's dim sum is sold all over the world, and the old people who get the dim sum are so happy that they can't close their mouths.

This happy event has pushed the Lin family's reputation forward a lot.

"Zhicai, are you back?" Mrs. Yan returned home and saw her second son lying on the bed, so she said hello. "Where's your dad?"

"I'm back." Just as he was saying this, Ma Dalang stepped in. He looked at Ma Zhicai hurriedly and asked, "How is it? What did the prince say?"

"What did you say?" Ma Zhicai was already mad. "We didn't say anything at all. Who knew that the old man from the Lin family was sitting with the prince, and that bitch Lin Ziyin was also obsessed with the prince."

Thinking of Si Jinhan's malicious eyes, Ma Zhicai belatedly remembered what Si Jinhan said, give him a ride? Where to send him?

He shuddered all over!

"Just say that there is no good person in the Lin family." Mrs. Yan took the opportunity to vent her anger and dissatisfaction, "It was cheaper than the money I sent today."

Yan felt particularly distressed when she thought of the thirty cents her family had paid. She didn't want to know how many people from their family came to eat.

At this time, Madam Huang had already taken her children to hide, so as not to offend Madam Yan.

"Mom, I'm hungry, make me something to eat." Ma Zhicai urged impatiently. He hadn't even eaten a bite of the wedding banquet.

"You kid, why didn't you eat the wedding banquet just to make a fuss?" Yan complained.

"Go if you are told. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Ma Dalang scolded her unhappily.

Yan took one look at her son's lifeless look and felt a little distressed. In the end, she said nothing and went to the kitchen to make food for Ma Zhicai.

Li Zheng and Bai Chunsheng stayed at Lin's house after eating. After Lin Ziyin saw off the guests, they finally arrived at Lin Ziyin.

"Zi Yin, do you really plan to plant rice in spring?" Li Zheng asked anxiously as soon as he saw her figure.

"Zi Yin, I'm not too talkative, but I'm telling you that our climate in the north is not suitable for growing rice at all." Bai Chunsheng couldn't wait to tell her the reason.

The old man and Lin Changshu were silent and just sat and listened quietly.

"I was just about to discuss this matter with the two uncles. Since you are both here, I just wanted to say something by the way." Lin Ziyin said with a smile, and also sat down, "I have studied the warm season in the North. Too short. If you follow the original method of planting rice, it will definitely not work because the growth cycle of rice is not enough. But I have thought of a good way to solve this problem. Uncle Li Zheng and Uncle Bai, are you interested in planting rice with my family? "

"Do you really have a good idea?" Li Zheng asked in surprise, but he had no doubts about her method. Didn’t you see that even the prince believed what she said?

Lin Ziyin nodded, "If you are willing to plant, you can report the number, and I will prepare the seedlings then. By the way, I have to prepare the seedlings, you can't prepare that."

When Li Zheng and Bai Chunsheng heard this, they knew the reason. It turns out the secret is in the seedlings. But Lin Ziyin didn't say anything, and they didn't ask any further questions.

"I'd also like to ask Uncle Li Zheng if you can help me. If anyone is willing to plant with me, I can prepare in advance." Lin Ziyin said. The village has a small population, and there will definitely not be large-scale planting in the first year, so Lin Ziyin has no objection to preparing some seedlings for the villagers.

After all, if one family is the only one, the villagers will have some opinions. If everyone has a common interest in one thing, the situation will be different.