You were sent to participate in a transformation program, not to participate in poverty alleviation.

Back in the village, Qin Hao went straight to the open space in front of the village committee.

At this moment, almost all the villagers, young and old, gathered around, forming a dense crowd.

Everyone craned their necks, eager to see what these young people had dug up.

"Lin Feng, come help me!"

Qin Hao called out.

Lin Feng, who had already made preparations, borrowed an old-fashioned steelyard from a fellow villager.

"Come on, line up, one at a time!"

The first one to step forward was Er Gouzi from the village. This young man was clever and learned the fastest.

Lin Feng took the basket from his back and skillfully hung the scale on it:

"Peeled, net weight 2 jin (4 catties)".

Qin Hao nodded, picked up the calculator, and pressed a few buttons:

"As agreed before, it's 90 yuan per jin."

2.4 multiplied by 90 equals 216 pieces.

After saying that, Qin Hao pulled out a wad of cash that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket.

He counted out two red bills, then added 16 yuan in change and slapped them into Er Gouzi's hand.

"Take it!"

At that moment, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two bright red hundred-yuan bills in Er Gouzi's hand.

That's real money!

It's warm, tangible money!

Er Gouzi's hands were trembling as he held the money.

He usually goes to town to do odd jobs, working himself to the bone for a day, earning only thirty or fifty yuan.

Today I went for a walk in the mountains with Qin Hao, dug up a few mushrooms, and earned more than 200 yuan.

This is equivalent to him doing four or five days' worth of work normally!

"Next...next!"

Lin Feng's voice rang out again.

"Wang Dazhuang, 1.8 jin, 162 yuan!"

"Li Tiezhu, 3.1 jin, 279 yuan!"

……

As the red bills were handed out one by one, the atmosphere at the scene became completely electric.

The villagers watching had red eyes; it was a long-suppressed longing, a yearning for a better life.

"Wow! Tiezhu earned almost 300 yuan in one day!"

"My goodness, are matsutake mushrooms really that valuable?"

We were so blind before, throwing away gold like it was dirt!

"I want to learn too! I want to learn too!"

Several grown men immediately rushed up to Er Gouzi and Li Tiezhu, some offering cigarettes, others chatting casually:

"Brother Er Gou, you'd better teach your uncle tomorrow! Uncle will carry your basket for you!"

"Brother Tiezhu, how did you do the backfilling? Can you explain it to me?"

Seeing this, Qin Hao stood on the steps and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He knew things were settled.

Nothing is more convincing than real money.

These red bills are the best call to action.

He turned to look at Lin Feng and Su Wan, and the three of them smiled at each other.

Lin Feng shook his slightly sore wrist, looked at the ecstatic villagers, and said in a low voice:

"Although I'm a little tired, this feeling... is really good."

Su Wan, watching the two exhausted people from a short distance away, had bright, sparkling eyes:

"Brother Qin Hao, Brother Lin Feng, you must be tired after working so hard all day, right?"

"Sit down and have some food, I just made it."

Qin Hao turned around and saw Su Wan standing at the door of the dilapidated small kitchen.

She was wearing a floral apron that she had found somewhere.

His face was still covered with a little bit of black soot, making him look both comical and somewhat cute.

"it is good."

Qin Hao nodded, and his stomach cooperated by letting out a loud "groan" in protest.

He walked into the dimly lit main room and sat down at a square table with a missing leg, propped up with bricks.

Lin Feng and his grandparents were already seated, with bowls and chopsticks set out in front of them, and everyone was waiting for him.

In no time, a strong aroma of meat wafted out of the kitchen.

It was the aroma of oil mixed with soy sauce, star anise, and the unique sweetness of cabbage, instantly arousing one's most primal appetite.

Immediately afterwards, Su Wan came over carrying a large porcelain basin.

The pot was filled to the brim with pork, cabbage, and glass noodles.

The large pieces of pork belly were bright red, and the translucent glass noodles were soaked in the broth.

The cabbage was stewed until soft and flavorful, still bubbling and steaming.

Upon smelling this aroma, Qin Hao couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

This flavor... is just right!

It smelled even better than what he had smelled in the fancy hotel!

"Wanwan, your cooking is excellent! It smells so authentic!"

Qin Hao couldn't help but praise.

Su Wan smiled shyly and placed the porcelain basin in the center of the table.

"Hehe, Brother Qin Hao, you flatter me. When I was bored at home, I liked to watch food shows and try to learn how to cook myself."

However, since we have a nanny at home, I don't have many opportunities to do things myself. I never expected that this skill would come in handy at this time.

As long as you don't mind!

The girl smiled and quickly served a large bowl of white rice to her grandparents, Qin Hao, Lin Feng, and herself.

Then he poured a large spoonful of the dish with broth over everyone.

The fluffy white rice paired with the bright red meat broth is simply a perfect match.

Qin Hao took the bowl of rice, not even noticing how hot it was.

I picked up a piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat directly from the piping hot pork, cabbage, and vermicelli stew.

I blew on it and then took a bite.

The fatty meat melts in your mouth, rich but not greasy; the lean meat is tender and flavorful, with a fresh and rich aroma.

The rich aroma of meat exploded in my mouth, making me want to swallow my tongue.

Qin Hao's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted indistinctly:

"Holy crap! Wanwan, your skills aren't just 'not bad'! You're hiding your true talent!"

"The heat control, the seasoning—even a five-star hotel chef probably wouldn't have your skill!"

Lin Feng, who was standing to the side, was also eating without looking up. The usually aloof man had his cheeks bulging out and was just nodding frantically in agreement.

Even the elderly couple, accustomed to simple meals, ate with gusto, their mouths brimming with oil, praising the food repeatedly:

"This girl's cooking is amazing! It's even better than what we ate during Chinese New Year!"

Su Wan blushed bright red from the praise, feeling secretly delighted.

"Haha, after all, this is one of my few specialties. If you like it, eat more; there's more in the pot!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao nodded in satisfaction and shoveled his food into his mouth.

He thought that this transformation trip would be a mess in terms of life, except for making money.

Even if he buys rice, flour, and cooking oil, he will most likely have to cook for himself or eat undercooked food.

But to everyone's surprise, this seemingly delicate young lady, Su Wan, is actually a hidden top chef!

"There's money, meat, and a top chef."

Qin Hao sighed inwardly.

"This isn't a place to suffer! The quality of life has improved dramatically!"

After eating and drinking his fill, Qin Hao didn't rest.

Every minute and every second now is related to his "first pot of gold" plan.

"Lin Feng, stay home and help collect the matsutake mushrooms from the individual farmers, and keep good records. I'm going to take a walk in the mountains."

Qin Hao wiped his mouth, stood up, and said.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Lin Feng's words were concise and to the point; he now completely obeyed Qin Hao's every word.

Holding a flashlight, Qin Hao plunged into the mountains before nightfall.

He's going on an inspection tour.