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

"Second Uncle, Qin Hao is right."

The flavor is good, the ingredients are plentiful, all that's left is the marketing channels.

At this point, Lin Feng glanced at the red-lit camera not far away and revealed a sly smile:

"Don't forget, we're filming 'Metamorphosis' right now!"

Qin Hao picked up the conversation:

"That's right! This show is currently the top-rated show in the country!"

The viewership of this show is phenomenal!

"The three of us guests only need to show off this jar of sauce during the meal."

The resulting "GG effect" is something that tens of millions of dollars couldn't buy!

"With traffic, good products, and great taste, orders will come pouring in!"

Qin Hao clenched his fist:

"Orders bring in money, and the village can generate revenue from them."

As long as this industrial chain gets going, even if the profit margin is thin, the volume is huge!

I'm not saying this will make everyone rich overnight, but at least it will improve the situation where villagers are reluctant to eat even much meat!

These words not only convinced Uncle Li, but also made Su Wan, who was standing nearby, feel excited.

He used his fame as a "second-generation rich kid" to help sell products from impoverished villages.

This sounds much more meaningful than simply donating money!

Uncle Li remained silent for a long time, looking at Qin Hao's excessively young face, and finally nodded firmly.

"Alright! Young Qin, since you have the ability and the will."

"This old man's bones are going to go crazy with you guys!"

Uncle Li nodded heavily.

"I'll teach you this skill! Not only will I teach you, but I'll teach anyone in the village who wants to learn!"

"Thank you, Second Uncle!"

Qin Hao was overjoyed and solemnly promised.

"Second Uncle, consider this skill as your investment."

If we do open a mushroom sauce factory in the future.

I will allocate a share of the profits to you based on the technology patents!

Uncle Li laughed heartily after hearing this and waved his hand:

"What shares or not."

I'll be content as long as I can help everyone turn the rotten mushrooms in the mountains into money!

Setting up a factory in the village? That's something I wouldn't even dare to dream of!

Clearly, he took this as just empty promises from Qin Hao and didn't take it too seriously.

Just as Uncle Li rolled up his sleeves, ready to tell the group how to select and clean the mushroom sauce as the first step.

Suddenly, a soft footstep came from the shadows by the stove.

Everyone turned to look.

A slender figure stood somewhat awkwardly at the boundary between light and shadow.

He was a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing an old, faded school uniform that was clearly ill-fitting.

The trousers were too short, revealing her thin, bony ankles.

By the light of the campfire, Qin Hao could see his face clearly.

His skin was dark and rough, and his hands were covered with calluses and chilblains.

He held a chipped, empty bowl in his hand, his eyes darting between Uncle Li and the big pot.

That look of longing mixed with inferiority, wanting to speak but not daring to, is heartbreaking to watch.

"Um... Second Uncle..."

The boy lowered his head and spoke in a voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

"Could...could you please get me a little more food?"

When Uncle Li saw the child, his smile softened instantly, even showing a hint of heartache.

"It's Xiao Wu."

Uncle Li showed no impatience whatsoever; instead, he quickly walked over and took the bowl from him.

"You're bringing food back for your father, right? Here, let your second uncle serve you! The fattiest cut!"

"Um……"

The boy named Xiao Wu scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and spoke shyly.

"It smells so good today... My father... I don't think he's ever had such a sumptuous meal before. Thank you, Uncle."

"What's the trouble! We're all neighbors!"

Uncle Li didn't scoop directly from the leftover food bowl; instead, he deliberately reheated the bottom of the pot.

With the remaining pork belly and broth, and a generous spoonful of mushroom oil, I specially stir-fried a large bowl of hot, oily rice.

"Here you go! Be careful, it's hot!"

Uncle Li handed the overflowing bowl to the boy and stuffed two steamed buns into his arms.

"Come get more if it's not enough!"

"Thank you, Second Uncle! Thank you, Young Master Qin!"

The boy held the bowl of steaming hot rice as if it were a priceless treasure.

He bowed deeply in the direction of Qin Hao and the others, bending at a ninety-degree angle.

Then he carefully turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

Qin Hao watched the boy's departing figure, his thin shoulders appearing particularly frail in the moonlight.

"Second Uncle," Qin Hao couldn't help but ask.

"This child's age... he looks like he should still be in school, right?"

Uncle Li sighed deeply, sat back down on the small stool, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Yes, his name is Zhao Xiaowu."

Logically, he should be a senior in high school in town this year.

This child is smart, does well in school, and used to be the class monitor.

"Then what..." Su Wan asked, somewhat reluctantly.

"What a miserable life."

Uncle Li shook his head.

"Six months ago, his father went to work for someone in another city and fell off the scaffolding."

He broke his leg, the contractor ran away, and he didn't get much compensation.

The pillar supporting the family collapsed, and his heartless mother, finding life too hard, ran off with someone else.

"Now only he and his bedridden father are left at home."

There was no other way; I couldn't afford to continue my studies, so I had to drop out and come back home to farm and take care of my father.

Uncle Li pointed in the direction the boy disappeared:

"This child is filial; he always gives the best food to his father."

He probably didn't eat a single bite of that bowl of meat himself; it all went into his father's stomach.

Upon hearing this, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Feng pursed his lips tightly, recalling the days when he went on a hunger strike at home in protest to become a monk.

In comparison, the boy who was forced to drop out of school to support his family was the greatest irony for him.

Su Wan's eyes reddened, and she quietly wiped her eyes.

Are there many people like this?

Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.

"There are plenty! Where aren't there plenty?"

Uncle Li gave a wry smile and pointed to the surrounding mountains.

"In our Shiwa Village, and in several neighboring villages, there are quite a few people in situations like his."

Impoverishment due to illness, impoverishment due to injury... these are all too common.

"You all seem to be enjoying your meat so much today. Is that because you think you can eat it all the time?"

In fact, there are days like today when we can eat meat to our heart's content.

It's estimated that this only happens once a year, on Chinese New Year's Day.

Uncle Li's words were like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of the three of them.

Qin Hao fell silent.

His initial intention to help the villagers make money was perhaps more about completing the system's tasks, causing trouble for the production team, or even reflecting a playful mentality typical of a wealthy young man experiencing life.

But at this moment, watching that thin figure carrying a rice bowl, carefully disappearing into the night.

Qin Hao suddenly felt that he had a more profound reason for choosing the path of poverty alleviation.

Because I was caught in the rain in my past life, I am even more eager to hold an umbrella for others now that I have the ability.

The idea of ​​benefiting all under heaven is too far-fetched, and he could never become such a saint.

But since he's here, since he's encountered this situation, he can at least try to change everything.

Let's set a goal first.

He didn't want to become rich or powerful, but he wanted to ensure that the villagers of Shiwa Village would no longer have to worry about not being able to eat meat during the New Year.

Instead, we want them to be able to smell the aroma of meat at every meal!