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

Qin Hao touched the 2800 yuan in his pocket, and his lips twitched twice.

Careless.

He became accustomed to the high-quality and inexpensive industrial products of later generations.

They completely forgot that in this era, a motorcycle was nothing short of a luxury for rural families.

It is one of the important betrothal gifts for marrying a wife.

"Fine, you win."

Qin Hao turned around decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Money is too precious to spend on this kind of "overpriced, under-equipped" industrial waste.

"Come on, Brother Zhang, let's go buy bicycles."

Arriving at the bicycle shop next door, the atmosphere suddenly became much more approachable.

"Boss, give me the sturdiest one, one that can carry heavy loads, run on mountain roads, and has a rear rack."

Qin Hao made a request.

The bicycle shop owner was an honest man, and he immediately pushed out a brand new "Forever" brand 28-inch bicycle.

Although the design is retro, the steel frame structure looks reassuring, and the black paint shines with a simple luster in the sunlight.

"This bike is great! A classic 28-inch model, everything rattles except the bell..."

No, it's not making any sound anywhere except the bell!

The boss patted the car seat as he introduced the vehicle.

"It can carry 300 pounds without any problem, and you can even hang a basket in the front. It's definitely the king of mountain roads."

Give me a fair price, 400 yuan and I'll ride away!

"make a deal!"

Qin Hao didn't even haggle much; this car is indeed very durable.

Moreover, 400 yuan is a fair price in this day and age.

After paying, Qin Hao rode the bike around twice.

Although the shock absorption is basically done by your backside, the feeling of speeding along is a qualitative leap compared to walking on two legs.

After buying the car, Qin Hao didn't rush back. Instead, he went to the vegetable market again.

With food in hand, one has nothing to fear.

Since the goal is to help the village escape poverty, the first thing to do is to feed ourselves and our teammates.

He went to the butcher's stall and pointed to the piece of pork belly that was marbled with fat and lean meat, and even had more fat than lean:

"Boss, give me this one! Yes, no need to cut it, the whole thing!"

In this era of scarcity, fatty meat is more popular than lean meat.

As the large piece of pork was being packed into a bag, passersby cast envious glances.

Next came rice, wheat flour, rapeseed oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar...

Qin Hao has started his shopping spree.

He hung all the things he bought on the handlebars of his bicycle and tied them to the back seat.

They even hung a bag of potatoes on the main beam of the cart.

The whole set cost several hundred yuan.

Finally, Qin Hao checked his balance:

There is about 1800 yuan left.

"That's enough."

Qin Hao patted the handlebars of the bicycle with satisfaction.

"Let's depart and return to the palace!"

It was 2 p.m., and the sun was blazing.

A truly comical scene unfolded on the mountain road leading to Shiwa Village.

Qin Hao rode his old-fashioned bicycle, loaded with supplies, humming a little tune.

Although going uphill was a bit strenuous, it was incredibly fast on flat roads and downhill.

The cameraman, Lao Zhang, who was following behind him, had completely broken down at this moment.

"Young Master Qin! Young Master Qin, slow down!"

Old Zhang carried a camera weighing dozens of kilograms and ran wildly along the dusty mountain road.

He can't buy a bicycle because he has to carry the equipment to film, and he simply doesn't have his hands free to ride one.

He couldn't even ride in a car because the production crew's car was following the director.

"Huff... huff..."

Old Zhang felt like his lungs were about to explode. His clothes were soaked with sweat, then dried in the sun, forming a layer of salt frost.

Qin Hao glanced back, lightly applied the brakes, and called out with a smile:

"Brother Zhang, hang in there! It's just downhill ahead, I'll wait for you!"

"I...I thank your whole family..."

Old Zhang wanted to cry but had no tears.

Finally, around four o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Hao rode his bicycle to the entrance of Shiwa Village.

At this moment, the members of the work group responsible for guarding the village entrance and preventing the protagonist from escaping were playing cards idly.

Suddenly, a clear bicycle bell rang out.

"Ring ring—"

The group looked up and were instantly dumbfounded.

Qin Hao was seen riding a brand-new bicycle with two large, eye-catching pieces of pork hanging from the handlebars.

With rice, flour, and cooking oil strapped to the back seat, it looked just like a small shop owner returning from a shopping trip.

"Holy crap? That's Qin Hao?"

"Where...where did this bicycle come from? Where did this meat come from?!"

A staff member stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Material! This is a huge piece of material!"

"Think about it, he went out empty-handed this morning, and how long has it been? Less than a day!"

How could a penniless rich kid earn so much money to buy these things in such a short time?

That must cost at least seven or eight hundred yuan!

Another staff member slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing:

"I know! Cheating! It must be cheating!"

"This kid must have a bank card or cash hidden somewhere on his body!"

He went to town to withdraw money and spend it when no one was around!

"Great! We've finally caught him red-handed!"

The staff were so excited they were practically dancing with joy.

"Quickly! Go report this to the director! This is a serious violation!"

The director was just looking for a reason to punish him; now he could legitimately confiscate his things and even film a conflict scene!

The staff immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the production team as if they had discovered a new continent.

Qin Hao, however, was completely unaware of all of this.

He looked at the staff member who turned and ran away as if he were a Japanese soldier entering a village, and a question mark appeared on his forehead:

"Is this guy crazy? Why is he running away when he sees me?"

However, he didn't care. He pushed off with his foot, and the wheels rolled, carrying a cart full of spoils, and drove into the village in a grand procession.

Shiwa Village is not large, and the news that Qin Hao rode his bicycle into the village spread like wildfire, instantly reaching every household.

In this era of scarce entertainment, even a stray dog ​​coming to the village can attract a crowd.

Not to mention a young city boy riding a new car, fully loaded with supplies.

"Look! Isn't that the city kid who lives with Old Li?"

"My goodness, is that a Forever brand bicycle? Brand new! The wheels are still reflecting light!"

"Look at that meat hanging on the car! Isn't that pork?"

That piece is huge, it must weigh four or five pounds! I haven't seen this much meat in six months!

"And rice! That bag must weigh fifty pounds, right? It's polished rice, all white!"

The villagers put down what they were doing and gathered around.

Their eyes were filled with shock, envy, and deep doubt.

You have to understand that in this impoverished village, everyone toils from dawn till dusk, working themselves to the bone for a month, only to earn a few hundred yuan.

Normally, people have to spend a lot of time calculating when buying things like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. If someone buys a new bicycle, they'll set off firecrackers to celebrate.

But this child walked when he left home in the morning, how come he bought a bicycle and so many other things when he came back in the afternoon?