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

The three of them looked at the seemingly ordinary fried rice in the bowl, exchanged glances, and then picked up their spoons and put it in their mouths.

The moment the rice entered his mouth, Qin Hao's pupils contracted sharply.

It's not greasy like braised pork, nor does it have the fishy smell of seafood.

It was a pure and exquisite freshness!

The essence of various wild mushrooms is perfectly locked in by the oil and released the moment you chew.

Mixed with the sweet aroma of rice, every breath is the taste of nature.

The crispy mushroom pieces burst open between your teeth, providing a rich and layered texture.

"Holy crap..."

Even Lin Feng, who always paid attention to his manners, couldn't help but swear at this moment.

"This...this is so delicious! It's a hundred times better than any truffle fried rice I've ever had before!"

Su Wan's eyes lit up as she ate, stuffing food into her mouth like a little hamster:

"Waaaah... Brother Qin Hao, this is so delicious! Can I have another bowl?"

Qin Hao didn't speak; he closed his eyes and savored the flavor.

But in his mind, this taste was more than just food.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Uncle Li, then at the unassuming pottery jar, and a smile of unprecedented surprise appeared on his lips.

"Second Uncle, what kind of mushrooms are used to make this mushroom oil?" Qin Hao asked eagerly.

"Hey, these are all worthless junk."

Uncle Li said casually.

"There are various mushrooms, such as chanterelles, green-headed mushrooms, and some other miscellaneous mushrooms that I can't name."

These things aren't as precious as matsutake mushrooms, which are abundant all over the mountains. They also don't keep well; they rot within days of being picked and can't be sold at all.

It's basically rendered into oil, which can be stored for a year or two, and used to flavor noodles or rice.

"It's worthless...it's everywhere...it can last for a year or two..."

Qin Hao muttered to himself, the light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Matsutake mushrooms are delicious, but they are very rare and highly seasonal.

Transportation and preservation are extremely difficult, so it can only be done in the high-end fresh food sector, which is destined to be a "small but beautiful" business.

But these other bacteria are different!

They are numerous and inexpensive, but they rot in the mountains because they are difficult to preserve.

If... we could buy them all back, even if it's just a few dollars per kilogram.

Then, through my second uncle's skills, it can be processed into this kind of "mushroom oil" or "mushroom sauce"?

This is a standard industrially processed product!

It is durable, easy to transport, and can be sold all over the country, and even sold to the world through e-commerce!

This is the real "long-term solution"!

This is the industrial pillar that can completely lift Shiwa Village out of poverty!

Looking at the jar of mushroom oil, Qin Hao seemed to see not seasoning, but flowing gold.

"Second Uncle."

Qin Hao took a deep breath and asked in a solemn tone.

"Could you teach us how to make mushroom oil?"

Uncle Li was cleaning the stove when he heard this. He paused for a moment, holding a rag in his hand, and looked at Qin Hao with a puzzled expression.

"Teach it to you? Qin boy, what do you need this skill for?"

"Are you planning to render your own oil and eat it after you go back to the city?"

Qin Hao shook his head and pointed to the can of oil, saying:

"I'm not eating it myself, I'm selling it!"

Second Uncle, this mushroom sauce tastes amazing, incredibly flavorful, and is extremely inexpensive.

All you need to do is buy some miscellaneous mushrooms that villagers usually don't value or can't sell at a good price.

This is a tremendous opportunity for the villagers to truly escape poverty and achieve prosperity!

Uncle Li frowned upon hearing this.

He put down the rag, wiped his hands on his apron, and sighed.

"Young Qin, it's not that your second uncle doesn't trust you, or that he's unwilling to part with your skills. It's just..."

Uncle Li lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said with a wry smile:

"My second uncle tried selling this stuff in town when he was young."

Indeed, those who have tried it say it's good, and it sells well.

But we can't get a good price for it!

"Think about it, making this thing is expensive in terms of oil, fire, and manpower."

A pound of mixed mushrooms won't yield much of a dish.

Everyone in town knows it's made with common, ubiquitous mushrooms.

If you sell it for too high a price, people won't buy it; if you sell it for too low a price, you won't even make enough to cover the cost of gas.

It's too much work and doesn't make much money; it's not as profitable as dealing in matsutake mushrooms as you suggested.

In the eyes of rural people in that era, labor was worthless, but oil and firewood were valuable.

This results in the fact that profits from deep-processed products cannot be generated locally at all.

"It's different, Second Uncle!"

Qin Hao stood up, his eyes resolute, and began his persuasion:

"Matsutake mushrooms are delicious, but they are a gift from God, and there are very few of them!"

Even if an average person spends half a day diligently picking in the mountains, they might only manage to collect three or four pounds if they're lucky.

If you're unlucky, you might only get a pound or two, or even go home empty-handed.

"But other miscellaneous bacteria are different!"

Qin Hao pointed to the mountains behind him.

"Ordinary porcini mushrooms, chanterelles, even green-headed mushrooms."

In our Liangshan region, they're everywhere, the reserves are frighteningly abundant!

"An average person can't pick a few pounds of matsutake mushrooms a day, but they can definitely pick dozens of pounds of other fungi!"

Although these miscellaneous bacteria have a low unit price, it's like picking up money.

No need to rely on luck, just be willing to bend down and you'll get something!

Qin Hao became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Moreover, matsutake mushrooms must be sold fresh; if they are even slightly damaged, they become worthless."

But we buy these miscellaneous bacteria, process them into sauce, and bottle them.

Those are products that can be stored for a long time! They can be sold all year round!

Uncle Li's eyes flickered as he listened to Qin Hao's analysis, clearly somewhat persuaded.

But he still had the concerns of the older generation:

"That's the logic, but I'll stick to what I said before."

Everyone here knows the details about this thing.

Who in town doesn't know how to render some oil?

"You've overcharged; nobody's going to be ripped off."

"Second Uncle, you're right."

A confident smile curved Qin Hao's lips.

"In Shiwa Village and Qingshi Town, this stuff really doesn't fetch a high price."

"But what if it's on the internet?"

"Online...online?"

Uncle Li looked somewhat bewildered.

In rural areas in 2010, the Internet was still an extremely distant concept.

"That's right!"

Qin Hao said firmly.

"Ours is a pure, natural, pollution-free, and handmade wild mushroom sauce!"

In big cities, this is considered "affordable luxury" and "health food"!

As long as the packaging is good and the story is well-told, plenty of people will be willing to buy it!

Qin Hao has absolute confidence in this.

Which of those viral products in later generations didn't package ordinary agricultural products into myths?

What's more, Uncle Li's cooking is truly divine, made with the finest ingredients.

"Even we three rich kids who are used to eating the finest delicacies were shocked, so what about ordinary people who have never tasted anything like this?"

Qin Hao pointed to Lin Feng and Su Wan, who were still savoring the moment.

Lin Feng also realized what was happening at this moment, and his keen business sense as a businessman instantly kicked in.