My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

It's been three days, and no matter how much I try to kill myself, I can't get back.

Yang Fenglan had no choice but to accept the fact that she had transmigrated into the book.

She's never been a daughter-in-law, but she's already become a mother-in-law.

Both women were in their thirties, but in her past life, she had a thriving career and an infinitely beautiful life.

Now, however, he has a seventeen-year-old son who is married.

Moreover, in less than two years, she will be turned into a human pig for offending the male and female leads.

Thinking about her own tragic ending in the book, Yang Fenglan tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He closed his eyes tightly and counted sheep. When he reached thirty, the young couple's room was filled with sounds that were not suitable for children... oops, they were arguing.

If nothing unexpected happens, her cheap, eldest son will be kicked out by his daughter-in-law again.

"What kind of future can a grown man have if he only knows how to look at those few acres of dilapidated land all day long?"

"Do you know what people outside are saying about me today? They all say I'm unlucky to have married into a family like yours."

"Get out of here!"

Bang!

Zhou Jingyi slammed the door and left.

Shen Yu continued to yell, "As expected of a son raised by a cowardly mother, you useless thing! Don't come back!"

Yang Fenglan: "..."

They insulted her son and then insulted her too?

Do you understand the rules of the underworld?

No, I can't take it anymore!

Yang Fenglan lifted the bed sheet—torn two pieces of black cotton from the mattress and stuffed them into her ears.

As long as I don't listen, you can't scold me.

Yang Fenglan slept until noon the next day.

She wouldn't have gotten up if she hadn't been so desperate to pee.

Zhou Jingyi is not at home; he went out last night and hasn't returned.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Yang Fenglan lifted the lid of the rice container and quickly closed her eyes again.

As long as she doesn't look at it, the rice jar won't be empty.

Looking at the flour sack again, there wasn't much left; only half a bowl of flour had been shaken out.

Yang Fenglan stirred a pot of batter, first serving herself a large bowl, then squatted by the stove, ready to eat.

Just then, a figure appeared by the door, blocking most of the light.

Her daughter-in-law, Shen Yu, got up.

As soon as they arrived, they craned their necks to look into the pot, exclaiming, "Is this all we're having today? You only cooked this little bit, who's going to eat that?"

"Then will you eat?"

"It has no oiliness at all, it's bland and tasteless, even a dog would dislike it."

"Oh, take your time to find fault with it."

Yang Fenglan was reluctant to admit that the "gentle and considerate" heroine in the book was actually her daughter-in-law Shen Yu, who had only been married to her for a month.

A few days ago, my best friend gave me a web novel called "After Reaching the Pinnacle of Life, My Ex-Husband's Family Went to the Crematorium".

The story tells of a woman who, unable to bear the torment of her mother-in-law, resolutely rises up and decisively divorces her, and then supports a poor scholar from the village, spending her life with him.

It's a satisfying farming-style novel filled with face-slapping, scum-abusing, and cremation scenes...

Pshaw, this is a slap-in-the-face story.

No other reason than that the damn vicious female supporting character used her and her best friend's names!

Just as Yang Fenglan was indignantly cursing the author for his lack of virtue, everything went black and she was transported to another world.

She transmigrated into the body of the "evil mother-in-law" in the book who offended the male and female protagonists and was eventually cut into human pigs and pickled into kimchi.

The entire book describes the female protagonist as "beautiful, kind-hearted, gentle, and considerate."

Yang Fenglan, ptooey!

She's just a lazy, greedy, and wicked woman.

Whatever.

I'm not putting up with this anymore!

Let whoever wants to be a pushover be it!

After finishing the porridge in her bowl, Yang Fenglan got up and added all the remaining porridge from the pot into her own bowl, then squatted by the stove to continue eating.

Shen Yugang took the bowl out of the cupboard and was stunned.

The pot has been cleaned out!

They didn't leave her a single thing!

"Hmph!" Shen Yu, having not eaten her meal, slammed her bowl down and went back to her room in a huff.

Yang Fenglan ignored her, filled her stomach, left the kitchen, and stretched.

Since we can't go back, all we can do is try our best to live on.

The original owner planted three acres of wheat, and it was almost time to harvest it.

Yang Fenglan planned to go to the fields to take a look, and also to familiarize herself with the environment and the people of Qingshui Village.

Just as I closed the courtyard gate, I saw a group of figures staggering towards me from not far away.

There were no other houses nearby, so it was obvious that they had come to her house.

Yang Fenglan stood at the door, and only when the figure approached did she see it clearly.

It was a girl carrying a man who was taller than her on her back.

"Is this... Zhou Jingyi's house?" the girl asked breathlessly.

"Yes you are……"

"Quick, help me!"

The girl was so exhausted that she let go of the person on her back and they fell off.

The person who was originally unconscious fell to the ground and grimaced and cried out in pain.

His right leg was covered in blood, and his lower leg was severely deformed.

His leg is broken!

"It's Zhou Jingyi!" Upon seeing the man's face, Yang Fenglan felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Good heavens, everything was fine yesterday."

"Quick! Help me get him inside."