I Transmigrated Into a Village Girl, but My Own Skills Made Me Crash and Burn

Overnight, she transmigrated and became the poorest girl in an ancient rural village.

Lin Xiaoyue looked at the drafty thatched hut and her gaunt family, then confidently opened the "Transmigration Guide to Getting Rich" in her mind: spicy hot pot, soap, perfume, glass, cement... Weren't these all the standard first pots of gold for women who transmigrated?

But reality gave her a rude awakening.

Her spicy hot pot turned into a "biological weapon," and the whole village thought the latrine had exploded;

Her soap came out looking like charcoal, and washing her hands with it only gave her an allergic rash;

She tried to dazzle everyone by reciting poetry, only to discover that the poems she memorized were all famous works from the current dynasty, making her a laughingstock;

Her chickens caught a plague, her vegetables all died, and she nearly poisoned herself while searching the mountain for chili peppers.

Start a business? As if! The only way to keep going was to mess things up every day.

As she watched herself squander the last of her family's savings and end up buried in debt, Lin Xiaoyue sighed at the sky: Those transmigration novels were all lies! Where was the promised golden finger? What happened to knowledge changing your fate?

Then she discovered...

The "failed products" she made by messing up seemed... pretty useful?

The "biological weapon" that drove the whole village away could actually repel pests?

The "charcoal soap" that gave her an allergic reaction could actually be used as fertilizer?

The chickens that died of the plague made the vegetables grow especially well after being buried in the soil?

Even more absurdly,

The most handsome hunter in the village came to her himself: "Miss, could you sell me some of that pest repellent?"

The owner of the biggest restaurant in town paid her a personal visit: "Miss Lin, could you make some more of that black seasoning you made last time?"

Even the county magistrate sent someone to invite her: "Miss Lin, I heard you're good at..."