Before Song Jianxi was five years old, she thought she had traveled through time in a farming novel. He has a handsome scholar father, a gentle and virtuous mother, a warm-hearted elder brother, and hundreds of acres of fields, mountains, forests, and ponds at home. All he needs is a childhood sweetheart, the young lady, who has become a standard in farming literature.
God can't bear to see Song Jianxi eating and drinking and waiting to die. When the style of painting changed, Song Jianxi thought it had become a home-style novel. It took another two years for Song Jianxi to realize that it was originally a martial arts novel. Song Jianxi sneered, as expected, God would not let her have an easy time.
Prompt: Divine Condor fanfic. Being stuck is the norm, not being stuck is abnormal.