The Lazy Bug's Days in the Qing Dynasty

What kind of ridiculous, tragic life is this?! I'm just an ordinary homebody. Why is it that when I go out to buy a few necessities, someone (or some god?) gives me a vase? A vase? Getting a vase isn't a big deal. I can just take it as a sign that everyone loves me and flowers bloom wherever I go. But why did you hand it to me from up in the air? Would it kill you to reach down and pass it to me? Fine, you gave it to me from up there. Maybe you were too excited and couldn't get a good grip. But why did you drop it on my head? I have hands, you know. Didn't you see them? Waaah, poor me. Just like that, I was torn away from my beloved computer and my happy life as a homebody. What? That still isn't ridiculous or tragic enough? When I opened my eyes again, I was in the Qing dynasty, the era everyone transmigrates into? And not just any time, but the early reign of Kangxi, which has been done to death? P.S. This homebody has started a new reader group: 112874225. Anyone interested is welcome to join. The password is the full pen name of this homebody.