The Princess of Northern Land

"Just remember, no matter what happens, you must stay close to yourself and your family first. You can ignore whatever outsiders say or do." Lin Ziyin nodded.

Chu Suifeng and Si Jinhan saw her teaching someone a lesson in a serious manner, and they stood by and listened without interrupting. However, what Lin Ziyin said today also shocked them.

It is not easy to survive in the Northland. If all the people were as brave and open-minded as Lin Ziyin, life would not be so hard. And we are not afraid of Tatars coming to harass us.

After all, when the Tatars send troops to harass, they are dispersed into small groups. If the people can protect themselves, they can also give the Tatars a head-on blow.

"From now on, practice with them carefully." Chu Suifeng gave the order coldly.

The soldiers who came over all agreed respectfully. Originally, when they came, they all had a contemptuous attitude, thinking that the little peasant girl could have any good ideas, but a competition opened their eyes.

There is someone out there who is real!

"The winner has two taels of silver, come up and claim it." Si Jinhan was true to his word and had quickly asked his entourage to prepare the pieces of silver.

Wu Dali and others were all very happy when they got the money, and the villagers all looked on with envy. Through this competition, most people became more interested in practicing martial arts.

After the children witnessed it with their own eyes, they were so shocked that they talked about it for several days.

More than an hour later, the villagers dispersed voluntarily. Some women had to be busy making breakfast when they returned home, and then the family ate and went to work. It's good to work in the Lin family, and there are always working hours. Around midnight in the morning, Lin Ziyin said that four hours a day would be enough.

Such a good thing, such a good owner, is probably difficult to find in the entire Daqin, let alone Fengcheng.

Each family dispersed in twos and threes, and the few people who got the money were surrounded by the villagers and treated as heroes.

"Zi Yin." Zi Ge, Guo Huiniang and others went back together with Lin Ziyin. Wu Dali, Wei Shi and others with bruised faces were chatting lively, and they were probably waiting for their brothers and sisters to go back together.

"You go back, I'll be there shortly." Lin Ziyin said.

Lin Zige glanced at Chu Suifeng, a little worried, Wu Dayou came over and called her away directly.

When only Chu Suifeng and Lin Ziyin were left on the battlefield, Chu Suifeng finally said, "Choose a weapon, and I will challenge you."

Lin Ziyin looked at him without speaking.

"I don't need internal strength." Chu Suifeng added. "How about choosing a stick, stained with white ash, and half a stick of incense will be counted later."

Lin Ziyin understood what he meant and nodded in agreement. If he can't show any real ability, Chu Suifeng probably won't be satisfied.

She doesn't want to be sloppy, so let's just fight. She's really not afraid.

The soldier didn't know where he brought the lime and placed it outside the martial arts field. Lin Ziyin took the stick handed over by Si Jinhan and took a precautionary posture.

The posture is very casual and looks very lazy.

"Your Majesty, this little girl is too arrogant, don't show mercy." Si Jinhan, who was watching the show from the side, didn't mind the situation and started to add fuel to the fire.

In order to test Lin Ziyin's bottom line, Chu Suifeng would certainly not show mercy. He saw Lin Ziyin's defensive posture, and without saying a word, he picked up the stick and stabbed it diagonally. Lin Ziyin saw the sharpness of the stick, stepped aside, and dodged. At the same time, he swept the stick in his hand and aimed at it. Chu Suifeng walked away.

The little girl is pretty good! Si Jinhan watched with gusto.

Several soldiers watched without blinking. If someone had told them that there was a little peasant girl who could fight with the prince, they would have incited them. Who is the prince? Prince Ling is Shura from the North. How many people in the world can compare with the prince?