Farming and Flower-Growing in the Ancient Martial World

Zhen Xiaomei’s greatest ambition in life is to live comfortably. What does that mean? First, the basics have to be up to scratch: food, clothing, housing, transportation, and the surrounding environment all need to be good. Second, she wants to do whatever she likes and skip whatever she doesn’t. She wants to follow her heart in everything. She’s worked toward this for nearly twenty years, and she’s just about to realize her ultimate dream. Then this poor girl, plagued by bad luck, transmigrates. In this new world, the environment is harsh, resources are scarce, order has collapsed, and danger lurks everywhere. There’s not even more than a palm-sized patch of land to call her own. Zhen Xiaomei: “Oh... So there’s no such thing as being unlucky enough. It just keeps getting worse, year after year?” Yun Zhao: “???” Zhen Xiaomei, holding a weapon in one hand and a farming tool in the other: “Ծ‸Ծ Fine, then. It’s just a matter of starting over somewhere new and leveling up by fighting monsters. I’ve got experience with that.” Yun Zhao: “...I’ll help you.”