Transmigrating into a Farming Romance Novel

She transmigrated into a world with two thatched huts, a handful of awful relatives, a weak, blindly filial father, and a saintly, white-lotus mother.

Isn't this the standard setup for the heroine of a farming novel?

Next, she's supposed to get a pocket dimension with a spiritual spring, stumble across lingzhi mushrooms and an injured prince,

then lead the whole family into business and wealth.

But...

Am I really going to follow the script you've laid out for me?

As long as I strike first, you can forget about guilt-tripping me into doing what you want.