Nan Zhi thought she'd transmigrated into a child-rearing novel. Drawing on years of watching wilderness survival shows, she spent every day going up the mountain to catch rabbits for a barbecue, or down to the river to catch fish for soup, diligently raising the child. Just as life started to improve and she thought she might get a "second chance at love," the "husband" who was rumored to have died eight hundred times suddenly appeared. Wait!
It seemed she'd transmigrated into a male-lead novel!
Nan Zhi? Wasn't she that cannon-fodder divorced wife?
P.S. This isn't a conventional farming novel. The female lead has no golden finger, pocket dimension, or System. She's eighteen and has just gotten into college. This isn't a power fantasy with a dominant female lead.
