The Princess of Northern Land

Chapter 170 - 170 170 Instant Fame (6)_1

?Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Instant Fame (6)_1 Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Instant Fame (6)_1 “Yes, Grandfather.” Lin Changshu dutifully agreed. It seemed like his parents held some resentment towards their ancestral Lin family. While they were alive, every time the Lin Family was brought up, they would change the subject. Now, even Grandfather was doing the same, and Changshu’s longing for his ancestral lineage completely dissipated.

“Grandfather, when our Lin family becomes successful in the future, we’ll reopen the family tree, then you’d be the first ancestral patriarch of the Lin family.” Lin Ziyin jokingly said, trying not to remind the old man of painful memories.

“What do you mean by ancestral patriarch? There are still your great-grandparents above me.” The old man was amused by their jest and finally burst into laughter.

“Then grandfather would be the second-generation ancestor.” Zige chimed in with a laugh.

“Okay.” Grandfather knew that his grandchildren were trying to cheer him up, so he chuckled along.

The family enjoyed their lunch in high spirits.

“Why do you want to buy oilcloth?” As a woman, Guo Huiniang has a keen sense of details. After lunch, she followed Ziyin around, trying to get some answers.

From Huiniang’s perspective, her younger sister-in-law was bold and smart, never making impulsive decisions.

“Yes, you have never seen the Ming family’s oilcloth, so what made you think of it?” Zige also curiously looked at her.

“I want to build a greenhouse.” Lin Ziyin replied, “With a greenhouse, we could even grow fresh vegetables during winter.”

“How could that be possible?” Wu Dayou blurted out, the rest of them also stared at Ziyin, taken aback.

Lin Ziyin merely grinned at their surprise, “The reason why plants grow astonishingly well in summer is mostly due to the high temperature. With a greenhouse, we could maintain a high enough temperature inside to support the growth of the vegetables. So, I believe this idea is feasible.”

Guo Huiniang and the others exchanged looks, on one hand, they found Ziyin’s proposal utterly fantastic, on the other hand, they thought there may be some cogency behind her words.

“Even with an idea, without the Ming family’s oilcloth, it’s useless.” The old man calmly looked at her and replied.

“Not necessarily.” Lin Ziyin smiled calmly, “We might not be able to find the oilcloth, but it doesn’t mean others can’t.”

“Are you thinking about asking someone from that manor?” Lin Changshu’s eyes lit up.

“Yes.” Lin Ziyin nodded.

“The people under Prince Ling’s command certainly have the means,” Zige voiced her concerns, “But Ziyin, can you guarantee building a greenhouse successfully if you get the oilcloth?”

Considering the extent of their involvement with Prince Ling, should anything go awry, it would certainly spell disaster. The Lin family believed they should think things through carefully.

Lin Ziyin had experience with greenhouses modern times, hence, she was confident about making her idea a reality.

Persisting with her proposal, Lin Ziyin soon had Hei Yi and Hei Er from Prince Ling’s manor ushered in by Yu Shaohui.

“Miss Lin’s request for oilcloth isn’t a difficult task. However, I was wondering how much you might need?” After a brief ponderance, Hei Yi asked.

Lin Ziyin did not want to rush things, “I plan to first cultivate two hundred acres of greenhouse vegetables. May I ask how much of these vegetables does your manor need?” she asked.

Two hundred acres of vegetables? Hei Yi exchanged a glance with Hei Er, then replied, “Perhaps the Prince’s manor should proceed as Miss Lin suggested.”

“One more thing, I need five hundred chicks too.” Lin Ziyin voiced another need, Chu Suifeng had mentioned before, Lin Ziyin was to help cultivate land and contribute ideas, while Hei Yi and Hei Er were responsible for logistics. So, Lin Ziyin felt no pressure in voicing her demands.

“Miss Lin wants to raise chickens as well?” Hei Yi and Hei Er asked in astonishment. This young woman was taking big steps, but wasn’t she afraid of running at a loss?