Having transmigrated here, she originally wanted to close her doors and live in peace, but unexpectedly bound with a "Grand Administrator of Agriculture System" whose temper was even bigger than hers. The little fellow fluttered its wings and bristled, "If you don't farm, fine, wait to be struck by lightning with this system!" From then on, the prodigal third younger brother, the mountains of bad accounts, and the desolate abandoned farm all became system tasks she could not refuse. But when she took out modern agricultural knowledge, changed crop seeds, and made farm tools, everyone waiting to see her make a fool of herself discovered that this lazy and cold eldest miss is stepping step by step onto her path of the Grand Administrator of Agriculture.