The Princess of Northern Land

"How was I supposed to know he would run off and complain?" Mrs. Yan replied indignantly. "Even as his father, you cannot control him. What can I, a mere woman of the house, do?"

From the corner of his ear, Ma Zhicai heard his parent’s mutual complaints, his anger caused him to slam his book violently onto the table. He then sprawled directly onto the kang, feeling an unspeakable irritation inside.

Starting from the twenty-third of the last month of the year, the festive atmosphere began to emerge in the village. During these days in previous years, every household would start grinding soybean flour, making soybean bags, preparing all kinds of little snacks for the New Year, and would also go to the market to buy food and bring it home.

However, this year was different, the majority of villagers were working in the workshop, and the business of the Lin family got busier as the New Year arrived. The oil mill was running round the clock, the amount of pure oil produced was still not enough to meet demands, and many residences were lined up waiting for it. Orders from long-distance merchants had been halted a while ago.

In the soybean product store, the roasted goods and Dim Sum Store, people were incredibly busy. The workers wished they could split themselves in half to get more work done. So, steaming buns and grinding things were fully delegated to the elderly at home, with young people only being able to help out when they had a spare moment.

During this time, Lin Ziyin was busier than anyone else.

She was not busy with various household businesses, but because Chu Suifeng’s men had already delivered some parts.

Lin Ziyin specifically cleared out a yard by the workshop and started to assemble her steam machine design with a few people in the yard.