The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 335: Greenhouse (3)_1

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Greenhouse (3)_1

The Lin Family’s pastries are sold far and wide, bringing great joy to the elderly folks who manage to get their hands on them.

Every event seemed to propel the reputation of the Lin family further forward.

"Zhicai, are you home?" Ms. Yan returned home to find her second son already in bed. "Where’s your father?"

"I’m home." Just as he was saying that, Mr. Ma stepped in and anxiously asked Zhicai, "So, what did the Prince say?"

"Say what?" Zhicai was livid, "We didn’t even get to talk. Who knew that old bastard from the Lin family would be sitting with the Prince, and that despicable Lin Ziyin clinging to the Prince relentlessly."

Thinking of Si Jinhan’s malicious eyes, Zhicai belatedly recalled Si’s words—what did he mean by ’see you off’? Where was he supposed to see him off to?

He felt a chill run down his spine!

"As I’ve said, not a single person in the Lin family is decent." Ms. Yan seized the opportunity to vent her anger and frustration, "The silver we sent them today went for nothing."

Thinking of the thirty cash coins they had spent, Ms. Yan felt particularly distressed. She didn’t consider the number of people from their family who had gone for dinner.

At times like these, Ms. Huang had already hidden with their child, avoiding Ms. Yan’s displeasure.

"Mom, I’m hungry, make me something to eat." Zhicai hastily urged. As for the feast, he had not tasted a single bite.

"You child, why must you skip the feast just to hold a grudge." Ms. Yan complained.

"Just go when asked to go, why the incessant chattering." Mr. Ma scolded her discontentedly.

Ms. Yan glanced at her son’s lifeless face, feeling a pang of pity. She said no more, and went to the kitchen to prepare food for Zhicai.

Lou Zheng and Bai Chunsheng lingered in the Lin’s residence after their meal, waiting for Lin Ziyin to finish seeing off the guests.

"Ziyin, are you seriously planning to cultivate rice next spring?" Lou Zheng immediately asked urgently upon seeing her.

"Ziyin, no offense, but the climate in our Northern Land doesn’t suit rice cultivation." Bai Chunsheng couldn’t wait to convey his concern.

Old Master and Lin Changshu sat quietly on the side, not saying a word.

"I was just about to discuss this matter with the two of you. Since you’re both here, it’s perfect timing." Lin Ziyin spoke with a smile, taking a seat, "I’ve studied it. The warm season in the Northern Land is too short if we were to cultivate rice the traditional way, because the rice growth cycle would not be enough. However, I’ve figured out a solution to this problem. Uncle Lou Zheng, Uncle Bai, are you interested in cultivating rice along with my family?"

"You really have a solution?" Lou Zheng asked in surprise, showing no doubt about her method. Hadn’t the Prince also believed in her words?

Lin Ziyin nodded, "If you’re willing to cultivate, you can give me a number so that I can prepare the seedlings in time. Right, I must be the one to prepare the seedlings. You won’t be able to."

Hearing this, Lou Zheng and Bai Chunsheng understood where the secret lay. The secret was in the seedlings. However, they did not press for more details since Lin Ziyin chose not to elaborate.

"Could Uncle Lou Zheng also help me ask around to see which households are willing to cultivate with us? That way, I can prepare in advance." Lin Ziyin said. The village had a small population, and large-scale planting would not occur in the first year. So, Lin Ziyin did not mind preparing some seedlings for the villagers.

After all, having one family monopolizing would inevitably incur resentment from the villagers. However, the situation would be different if everyone shared a common interest in this matter.