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

Silent all night.

The next morning, just as the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the roosters in the mountains crowed for the first time.

The cameraman, Lao Zhang, who was in charge of filming, was still having a sweet dream in his sleeping bag when he was awakened by a slight sound of a door opening.

He rubbed his eyes groggily and glanced at his watch subconsciously—6:30 in the morning.

"Who is it... so early..."

Old Zhang muttered to himself, lifting a corner of the tent to look outside.

Upon seeing this, his sleepiness vanished instantly.

In the courtyard, the three "rich kids" had all gotten up!

The temperature in the mountains was extremely low in the early morning, and the water in the wells was even more icy cold.

Qin Hao stood by the well, skillfully drew a bucket of water, and without any hesitation, splashed the icy well water directly onto his face.

Beside him, Lin Feng still looked aloof and sleepy, but he didn't complain and silently wiped his face with a towel dampened with cold water.

As for the delicate Su Wan, although her face was red from the cold and she was hunched over, she still managed to finish washing up.

"This...this script is wrong!"

Old Zhang hurriedly grabbed the camera and rushed out without even putting on his shoes.

"Quick! Get up! They've started their operation!"

With the camera crew's frantic intervention, the once quiet courtyard suddenly became lively.

Qin Hao wiped the water droplets from his face, glanced at the two people behind him, and said:

"Since we're here, whether it's for show or for an experience, we still need to eat."

The production crew ran out of food, so we have to get to work.

"Hmm," Lin Feng replied succinctly.

"I...I'll listen to Brother Qin Hao," Su Wan said weakly, raising her hand.

"Alright, let's divide the tasks."

Qin Hao pointed to the pile of clutter in the yard and the chickens and ducks that hadn't been fed yet.

"Su Wan, you're a girl, you're not very strong. Can you manage to help your grandparents with housework at home, like feeding the chickens, sweeping, and picking vegetables?"

Su Wan felt relieved and nodded quickly:

"I can do it! I've never done this at home before, but I can learn!"

"Lin Feng and I went to the fields."

Yesterday I checked, and it seems my grandpa's cornfield needs weeding and loosening of the soil.

That was heavy physical labor, so the two of us men took it on.

Qin Hao looked at Lin Feng, "Is there a problem?"

Lin Feng glanced at the terraced fields in the distance and said calmly:

"No problem, I'll treat it as morning exercise."

This scene was faithfully captured on camera and transmitted to the monitor in the director's car.

Director Wang Gang, sporting large dark circles under his eyes, stared intently at the screen.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Wang Gang gritted his teeth.

"I refuse to believe that these pampered young masters, born with silver spoons in their mouths, can endure the hardships of farm work!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled:

"Keep a close eye on them! Close-ups! Especially the disgusted looks on their faces, don't miss a single one!"

However, reality delivered a resounding slap to the face of the production team.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun leaps over the mountain, and golden sunlight shines on the terraced fields.

Qin Hao and Lin Feng each carried a hoe and followed the old man to the field.

This cornfield is located halfway up a mountain, with a steep slope, hard soil, and overgrown weeds.

Even for seasoned farmers who have worked in the fields year-round, this is no easy task, let alone for these two delicate young boys.

"Kids, this work is very tiring. Take it slow, and if you really can't do it, take a break."

The old man felt a little embarrassed, after all, he felt bad that his guests had suffered in the fields.

"It's alright, Grandpa, you can rest and give me guidance from the side."

After Qin Hao finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, gripped the hoe with both hands, took a deep breath, and swung it down hard.

"Knock!"

The hoe precisely cut into the roots of the weeds, bringing up a clump of soil.

It not only removed the weeds but also loosened the soil around the corn roots to the perfect depth, without damaging the crops in the slightest.

The moment the hoe struck, not only was the old man stunned, but even the man carrying the camera was taken aback.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Qin Hao's movements are perfectly coordinated, with smooth power generation; he doesn't look like a novice at all.

This is the effect of "physical enhancement", plus Qin Hao had already suffered in his previous life.

This kind of farm work was not a torment for him at all; on the contrary, it gave him a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Lin Feng, on the other side, was not as experienced as Qin Hao, but he had a foundation in martial arts.

Although I was a little rusty at first, I quickly found the knack and was surprisingly fast.

Time passed second by second, the sun rose higher and higher, and the scorching sunlight baked the earth until it was smoking.

The production team, who had been waiting to see the show fail, fell silent.

On the monitor, the two teenagers were sweating profusely, but there was no disgust or irritation on their faces.

They worked so fast, even faster than the uncles from the same village who came to help.

An older man from the countryside, who had been watching the city kids make fools of themselves, ended up not even noticing that his cigarette had fallen to the ground.

"Goodness..."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, speaking in his thick dialect.

"What did these two babies eat to grow up like this?"

That strength and stamina is even better than my ox!

This isn't some city boy; he's a natural-born farmer!

The cameraman, sweating profusely, tried to capture even the slightest "laziness" from the two, but he failed.

Qin Hao even had the leisure to chat with the uncle next to him during breaks from work.

"Uncle, although our village is poor, it's nestled against the mountains and has such a beautiful environment. Don't you have any local specialties?"

Qin Hao asked casually as he swung his hoe.

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed:

"What local specialties are there? This place is just rocks and trees."

If you want to get rich, build roads first. If the roads are blocked, nothing can be transported out.

If I had to name something, it would be that after it rains, some mushrooms and matsutake mushrooms will grow in the woods.

"Matsutake mushrooms?"

Qin Hao paused slightly, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, matsutake mushrooms."

The older man said dismissively.

"Although that stuff tastes delicious, we locals are tired of eating it."

It's fine to pick some occasionally to make soup, but it's very difficult to sell them.

No one in the village would buy them, so they had to take them to a town dozens of kilometers away to sell, where they would only get a few dozen yuan per kilogram.

It's not even enough to cover the travel expenses; at most, it'll only cover the cost of groceries.

Qin Hao's eyes lit up when he heard the figure of "tens of yuan per kilogram".

He clearly remembered that it was 2010.

At this juncture, fueled by numerous food documentaries and the explosive growth in demand from both domestic and international high-end catering markets, the market is poised for further development.

The price of matsutake mushrooms is about to experience a terrifying surge.

Especially in developed coastal cities and export markets, the price of top-grade matsutake mushrooms can even reach several thousand yuan per kilogram!

Here, deep in the isolated Daliang Mountains, these future "soft gold" resources are being treated as worthless wild vegetables by the villagers.

A huge information gap means huge business opportunities.

Qin Hao glanced at the rolling mountains all around him.

At this moment, in his eyes, those places were no longer barren mountains and bad waters, but gold mines waiting to be developed.