"You tell the folks that some of the mushrooms in the mountains are poisonous, and some are not, and they'll feel safe and stop picking them?" He waved his hand dismissively, "Absolutely impossible!"
Qu Guo'an thought for a moment, "That's true. There's always those who feel lucky and think they can beat the odds."
"That's one aspect. Another is, once it's announced that some mushrooms are edible, it will inevitably lead to a lot of protests, with people demanding the government quickly find a way to distinguish between them. What do we do if people get upset when there's no solution in a day or two?" He pointed to his head, "The folks upstairs are already under so much stress dealing with the hungry, howling neighbors next door, and now if our own house catches fire, City C will be in complete chaos."
Remembering how quite a few soldiers had recently approached him, asking why they, as soldiers, couldn't go into the mountains, Qu Guo'an's frown deepened.