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

As the sun sets, its golden-red afterglow bathes every corner of Shiwa Village.

After a day's work, Lin Feng and the old man had packed up their farm tools and were ready to go home.

However, after returning to the courtyard, Qin Hao did something that surprised everyone.

He crawled into the drafty storage room, rummaged around, and finally pulled out an old snakeskin bag covered in mud that had originally been used to store fertilizer.

Then, he went to the kitchen and found a small sickle that was rusty but still quite sharp, and clipped it to his belt.

"Qin Hao, where are you going?"

Lin Feng, who was sitting on the threshold too tired to move, raised his eyelids and asked a question.

Qin Hao folded the snakeskin bag and stuffed it into his pocket, dusted off his hands, and said in a relaxed tone:

"I'm going for a walk in the back hills. I'll be back before dinner. You guys rest first."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate at all and turned to walk towards the deep mountains behind the village.

This scene instantly ignited the previously lifeless production team.

Just as he was in despair, Wang Gang suddenly jumped up from his chair, his voice trembling with excitement:

"He moved! He moved! I knew it! I knew this kid couldn't keep up the act!"

"He took a bag! And a knife! What's he going to do?"

Wang Gang pointed at the screen and analyzed frantically.

"This is definitely a sign they're running away! Or they can't take it anymore and need to vent! This is a turning point in the plot!"

"Quick! Group Two! Group Three! All of you, follow him! Don't let him get away!"

We absolutely have to get footage of him breaking down or running away! If we get that, the episode's ratings are guaranteed!

At the director's command, several cameramen who had been dozing off suddenly became energetic.

They shouldered the equipment, which weighed dozens of kilograms, and rushed off in the direction where Qin Hao had disappeared.

However, the next half hour was a nightmare for these cameramen.

Qin Hao did not take the main road that the villagers usually took, but instead chose to walk on the narrow paths that were overgrown with weeds and full of strange rocks.

He moved with a light step, as if he were not affected by the complex terrain at all.

In contrast, the cameramen behind him were all exhausted, looking like dogs.

"Huff...huff...no, buddy..."

Old Zhang, carrying the main camera, felt like his lungs were about to explode, and the sweat stung his eyes.

"You...you just finished a day of farm work! Where do you get all this energy?"

"This rich kid... is he made of iron? Even the donkeys in the production team can't run that fast!"

Just when they thought Qin Hao was about to cross the mountain and escape this hellish place, he stopped in front of a dense red pine forest.

This place is sparsely populated, with a thick layer of pine needles covering the ground, and the air is filled with the fragrance of pine resin and the moist scent of soil.

Qin Hao stood in the woods, his eyes slightly closed.

The "Master of Wilderness Gathering" skill has been activated.

In an instant, his vision underwent a strange change.

The originally messy bushes and grass became clearly layered in his eyes.

Beneath the layers of withered leaves and pine needles, faint white lights were twinkling, as if beckoning to him.

Qin Hao smiled slightly and walked straight to a huge old pine tree.

He crouched down and gently parted the thick pine needles with his small sickle.

Cameraman Lao Zhang, who arrived panting behind, shoved the camera in, still thinking to himself:

"Why isn't he running anymore? What's he doing squatting here? Is he tired?"

However, when the camera zoomed in, everyone could see Qin Hao's actions clearly.

In the humus soil, a mushroom with an unopened cap, a thick stem, and a brownish-red color stood quietly.

"Matsutake mushrooms?!"

Although the cameraman wasn't an expert, he recognized it as a mushroom.

Qin Hao's expression became extremely focused.

Based on what I know, picking matsutake mushrooms requires not only speed, but also "steadiness" and "accuracy".

The integrity of the fungal cells must not be damaged, and the underground mycelium must not be destroyed, otherwise it will not grow here again next year.

The sickle in his hand was as precise as a scalpel; he gently inserted it into the soil, flicked his wrist slightly, and pried it open.

That top-quality matsutake mushroom was then removed from the soil intact.

Qin Hao carefully picked it up, gently patted off the surface dirt, and put it into the dirty snakeskin bag.

Then he filled the dug pit back in, covered it with pine needles, and patted it gently twice.

"Young Master Qin, you traveled all this way, working yourself to the bone in these deep mountains and forests, just to... dig for mushrooms?"

Old Zhang was dumbfounded and couldn't help but ask a question.

Qin Hao turned around and flashed a bright smile at the camera, a smile that looked especially genuine against the backdrop of the setting sun.

"These aren't ordinary mushrooms; this is my first pot of gold. It would be such a waste to let them go to waste."

After saying that, he ignored the cameraman and turned to continue his "treasure hunt".

With the system's guidance, Qin Hao was practically using a cheat code to unlock the entire map.

He can find matsutake mushrooms and porcini mushrooms with unerring accuracy.

What were once rare fungi that were hard to find and required luck to acquire in the eyes of the villagers became as easy as buying them at the market for Qin Hao.

An hour later, the sky gradually darkened, and the mountain wind carried a biting chill.

Qin Hao weighed the snakeskin bag in his hand; it was already half full and weighed about seven or eight pounds.

This is because he only selects the best-looking ones to dig up; otherwise, the pit would have been full long ago.

"That's about enough, any later and we won't be able to see the road."

Qin Hao put away his sickle with satisfaction, picked up his bag, and walked back with light steps.

Meanwhile, in the old wooden house on the other side...

A dim incandescent light bulb hung overhead, occasionally emitting a "buzzing" sound.

On the table were several bowls of thin, watery sweet potato porridge and a dish of dark, salty vegetables.

Su Wan sat on a small stool, cupping her face in her hands, her eyes filled with worry as she gazed at the dark night outside the door.

"Brother Lin Feng, why hasn't Brother Qin Hao come back yet after being gone for so long?"

Su Wan's voice carried a hint of worry.

"Are there wolves in these mountains?"

Or...did he really not be able to stand the hardship here and ran away?"

Lin Feng remained seated, having finished the porridge in front of him.

"It shouldn't be."

Lin Feng spoke calmly, his voice cool and detached.

"I remember he specifically looked for a snakeskin bag when he went out."

If you're running away for your life, most people will only carry money and dry food; carrying a snakeskin bag would be a burden.

Moreover, given his character, if he's going to leave, he'll do so openly and honestly.

"But……"

Before Su Wan could say anything more, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The elderly couple, who had been anxiously preparing to go out with flashlights to look for someone, hadn't even had time to get up when the curtain was lifted.

Qin Hao, covered in the chill of the mountains and dew, walked in with a smile, carrying a bulging snakeskin bag.

"Grandpa and Grandma, I'm back."