A Zombie's Fierce History of Transmigrating into a Farmer's Life

I woke up with a splitting headache, and my formerly meek farming parents angrily split from the family. We moved into a shack at the end of the village… Hm? This house is actually pretty nice. Got a little money and now the local bullies are coming to my door? Bring it on. I’m not an easy target. A cuddly pet goat that spits whenever it’s unhappy and is always threatening its owner, going on strike at the drop of a hat. The clan chief I worked so hard to save tried to take advantage of me even on his deathbed. The county magistrate I helped rise to power shamelessly demands all kinds of goodies. If I refuse, he clings to my leg. How embarrassing. With such oddballs all around me, who dares say that birds of a feather flock together? Take this goat hoof! Even the worst people have their troubles. Life’s never easy, so cherish every step along the way!