[Slow-paced farming, cozy and angst-free, everyday family life, not a power fantasy!]
She went out for a meal at a street-food stall, and one bottle sent her straight into a terrible book!
The character she transmigrated into was useless: no money, no looks, no abilities!
From the start, she opened her eyes to two people at each other's throats. She couldn't even get into the fight before she was thrown out of the house!
Good heavens! Has there ever been a transmigrator into a book as pitiful as her?
In other people's farming stories, there are royal nobles and pampered husbands at home. But the farming story she landed in has her digging in the dirt for real out in the countryside, while trying to stop the hero and heroine from suddenly plotting against her. It's genuinely hard work, and every day she's so exhausted she could cry!
It's fine, I can manage. After all, I have a little foreknowledge on my side!
So she rolls up her sleeves and sets out to farm for a living. Other people sell recipes, dig up spirit-root herbs, and have a golden finger powerful enough to defy the heavens. She has nothing, so all she can do is keep her feet on the ground, dig and sell her labor...
Later, she thinks she's finally got a decent grasp on where the plot is headed, and can stride through the book with an invincible start and a cheat ability. But then she realizes that after she read the plot and outline, watched an ad, and sent a tip, her unlucky best friend spent the night typing away and changed the story's direction...
Forget it, forget it. Getting worked up is too exhausting. Let's just call it a trial to overcome...
Lie flat. Let it all blow up. Let the whole book go down with it...
The struggle to survive of a tragic transmigrator whose best friend has screwed her over so badly she's ready to explode...
Apart from not being that cool, it's actually pretty good, just average...