Bound to a Farming System, the Whole World Begs Me to Take the Throne

[Farming System + nation-building + satisfying revenge + the realm and its people + ensemble cast in a turbulent age + a false chosen-one persona + multiple secret identities]

At the end of the Great Yin dynasty, the Emperor is incompetent, the princes sow chaos, and war is about to break out.

Song Yunhe, the daughter of a great general left behind in the capital, trusts the Third Prince. He and the woman he loves conspire to frame her, accusing her of losing her virtue before marriage and destroying her reputation. With nowhere else to turn, she hangs herself.

When she opens her eyes again, she is Song Yunhe, a transmigrator from the apocalypse. She has just escaped the zombie apocalypse, only to inherit this body on the verge of death, a noose hanging three feet before her face. She nearly dies all over again.

While Song Yunhe weighs whether a mountain of blades or a sea of fire would be preferable, a familiar mechanical voice sounds right on time:

[Host, your potatoes are ripe and ready to harvest.]

The Farming System that kept her company in the apocalypse has transmigrated with her.

A barn full of grain is the greatest security in a time of chaos.

Just as the Song army, guarding the borders of Great Yin, runs out of food, Song Yunhe arrives with life-saving grain and their families. That day, the Song army changes its allegiance to her.

In a chaotic age where corpses litter the land, the greatest truth is that people need to be fed.

With grain as their foundation, the Song army gathers the people and steadily builds secure cities, even as warlords compete for supremacy, schemes abound, and princes and nobles eye them hungrily.

But this is a time of chaos, an era when people are treated as food.

Looking at the gaunt, starving people, Song Yunhe hoists a megaphone. “Folks, would you like to live in a world where you can eat your fill?”

When the land is covered with thousands of acres of fertile fields, the people of the world raise Song Yunhe to the throne. All submit, and envoys arrive from every corner of the realm.

The Song army's motto: Whoever stops us from farming, we'll plant them in the fields instead.