When Mingguang was founded, the number of survivors was less than one million, and the initial ID number counted for the first time was six digits.
Later, when the population of Mingguang exceeded one million and tens of millions, another digit was added, which is now eight digits.
Coincidentally, the eight-digit ID number was introduced in the year Lin Chou was born, so he remembered it very clearly, the year 195 of the New Era.
Lin Chou felt that his throat was a little dry.
"We seem to be in trouble."
Everyone didn't react at first, but when they thought about it carefully, they all looked shocked.
"impossible!"
This woman surnamed Wu, who is very likely to be Huang Dashan's biological mother, has one digit less than Lu Yan, who was born in 149, which means that her ID number is actually six digits!
You know, the original six-digit number was only used at the beginning of the Cataclysm and was used for thirty years.
In the first thirty years, the birth rate in Mingguang Base City approached zero, and the population showed negative growth.
It was not until the thirtieth year of the New Era that humans seemed to have the right to reproduce again.
The population of the base city successfully exceeded one million in the second year, and seven-digit ID numbers began to be used.
If we follow this calculation, wouldn't it mean that this Lu Yan was just born, and Dashan's biological mother is already at least 118 years old? !
If this was the case in ancient times, a dynasty would be almost gone.
"It's fake, it's all fucking fake!"
"What a mess, it must be the gang in Base City who made false accounts to fool your Grandpa Dashan!"
Huang Dashan finally erupted.
No one is happy to leave this matter to anyone.
One moment it was said that the father was not the real father, the next moment a half-sister appeared, and in the end even the mother became an almost 200-year-old old monster. How big of a heart can one withstand this beating like a drum? .
"My mother is just an ordinary woman from Xiacheng District. She disappeared decades ago. She just does whatever she wants."
Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly. This was an unplanned emergency.
Since Ye Luan is so sure that there is something wrong with Shan Ye's bloodline, shouldn't this happen to his biological parents as well?
Let’s not mention Shan Ye’s mother’s weird age for the moment.
Even Lu Yan, in today's era when the average life span in the base city is less than sixty, someone in his fifties can still create a caring little cotton-padded jacket. If he is not an awakened person, he must at least be a mutant.
Master Shan's situation has become like this, so as his father, how did he survive all these years?
Shen Feng patted his thigh, stood up and said,
"We have to find this Lu Yan, Lu Li can do it too!"
“Everyone knows what to look for.”
"But where can I find it?"
Bai Qiongshou sneered.
There are more than 10 million people in Mingguang. If you want to find one person among them, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Of course I'm going to the Prosecution Committee to check my address."
The first path of Bai Qiong,
"Not to mention that we openly robbed the important files of the Proclamation Committee. They are waiting eagerly for you to fall into the trap."
"Do you think the fact that these people's information was painted like this cannot be because the commission is deliberately trying to hide something?"
"If the committee wants to hide something, can you and us find it?"
"this"
Shen Feng hesitated.
Lin Chou said,
"In this directory, almost all the modifications are made in the form of annotations. Only Shanye's parents were directly blacked out. Isn't it too conspicuous to deliberately conceal this?"
Swallow brushed the pages of an old book, thoughtfully.
"When I was looking through this directory just now, I saw on the last page that it said that this is the second edition of public rubbings, jointly supervised by the Development Committee, the Garrison Army and the Research Institute. However, there are four seals. An unclear date for the initial binding is the 131st year of the New Era Calendar. Since then, people have been continuously adding information and transcribing it, and it is jointly reviewed by three parties every month, which is very strict."
"Although this book is a rubbing, it is still as clean as new after nearly a hundred years, and not even a corner is curled. This shows how much the production committee attaches importance to it. As Lin Chou said, the entire directory only belongs to Shanye's family. The information was so hastily smeared out with red paint, without even a single comment. There was not only the Development Committee in the base city - but also the garrison and the scientific research institute. It was obvious that there were lice on the bald head. How could such a poor idea be concealed? through other people's eyes, unless"
Bai Qiong nodded and suddenly realized,
"Unless the garrison and the Research Institute have known about this for a long time!"
"Furthermore, what happened to that generation was definitely a big deal or ugly. The committee had no choice but to hide the information about the relevant people to avoid something."
Shen Feng pointed at that
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A witch character,
"Why do I feel that this is more like a taboo?"
"Old Shen, what do you mean?"
Shen Feng scratched his head,
"Think about it, this directory is very organized. Everyone is listed in the order of 'self, wife, son, daughter, father, mother', but only here in Lu Yan, there is no 'wife'."
"You mean, Master Shan's mother and father are not actually married?"
Shen Feng nodded and said,
"Given the urinary properties of the feces, it is impossible for the parents of the baby to be born to be unable to find them all. I think they will be miserable to death."
"Perhaps something happened just before Shan Ye was born, so Shan Ye's mother did not choose to be with Lu Yan."
"Then Lu Li was born, and the birth history didn't even add any text about the 'husband and wife' relationship."
"There was a conflict, and obviously you don't want to recognize this marriage!"
After analyzing a large circle, everyone was dizzy, and even Huang Dashan himself was silent.
Master Shan grinned and clapped his fingers.
"How rich are my experiences in my mother's womb?"
"No, after all this talk, don't you just want to find me, Lu Yan? If I find him, will my illness be cured?"
Bai Qiong grinned,
"Nonsense. Isn't it just to find a few more clues to find this person?"
"But if you only have a name, how can you find someone from decades ago?"
"Even if we can get a list of what happened, I'd bet my head that there won't be any information about people like Lu Yan and Lu Li. Do you believe it?"
Uncle Huang, who was so eloquent, was immediately frightened. He didn't have any of the above, let alone other things, unless he could kidnap an insider of the incident now.
"Hey, there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have burps, so why don't you give me a drink first? I'll have to be a drunkard when I die."
Yanzi said,
"There will definitely be some insiders among the three parties involved in such a matter. Well, as long as they happen to be in charge of this area and are old enough."
Needless to say, everyone knows that there is basically no chance.
As far as Master Shan was born, it has been more than forty years. Are there any people working in these three places left at that time?
Bai Qiong stood up and walked out.
"I'll contact Bao Er via radio. In areas like Outer City and Xiacheng District, there's no one like him who hangs out all the time. With these names, I hope he can give me some surprises."
After much research, I still couldn't figure it out. When I looked at it, the sky was already dim, and the day and night just passed by.
Yanzi's eyes were extremely sore and he rubbed his face vigorously.
"Staying up late at night is the greatest harm to a woman."
Only then did everyone notice that it was already early in the morning. Ye Luan and Yi Pian, who were slightly weaker than ordinary people, were sitting on wooden chairs and had already fallen asleep. Ye Feng guarded her loyally and tirelessly.
After looking at the mosquito-sized fonts all night, Lin Chou's eyes were dazed, and his whole person was dull.
Huang Dashan shouted at him,
"It's morning, Xiaolin, you should prepare breakfast. You haven't chewed a grain of rice all day and night."
Lin Chou rubbed her temples.
"What do you want to eat? I want to take a nap before deciding."
"Hey, Xiaolin, I told you, I'm going to die soon, why don't you give me a full meal before I die, won't your conscience hurt?!"
Shen Feng and Shan Ye also came over.
"That's right, it's been a whole day and a night's work. We two brothers haven't eaten enough since we came back from the incident. Brother Lin, don't worry about Master Shan. Just give us something to eat."
Wu Ke yawned,
"Brother Chou, what do you have for breakfast?"
The big-breasted lady with a cold aura and Yanzi and Baldhead who had just freshened up from behind also came back.
Okay, I can't sleep anymore.
"Big-breasted sister, take out the biggest casserole in the cabinet, wash it and put it on the charcoal stove to heat it. Don't forget to rub some lard in it!"
Chi just rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen with a cold snort.
Lin Chou was a little confused. What's wrong? A big-breasted sister can also lose her temper?
Shen Feng winked.
"Hey, boss Lin, I stayed up all night and didn't even touch the bed. No wonder the boss lady is so angry. You must remember to pay enough for the public ration tonight."
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Since we have to do it, we can't just mess around with it.
There was no food prepared in advance for several days. Lin Chou only had two bowls of leftover chicken skeleton soup, a few reed chickens, and a few large herrings that he picked up from the mountain stream a few days ago.
However, one breakfast is enough.
These big herrings
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His posture is not small, his arms are more than half a meter long.
The jagged fangs look scary and ferocious, but they are completely herbivorous fish, barely akin to the low-level zero-level ones.
To put it in a systematic evaluation, except for fish whiskers and fish lips, they are all materials used in farmyard manure.
As for the reed chicken, it's because one of them has been suffering from chicken plague recently. There are not many ordinary chickens in the whole sky, but this little guy at the zero-level and intermediate level is jumping around happily.
When Lin Chou made the soup, he would either use an ordinary old hen or hazel chicken. If he had no other choice, he would not choose this kind of reed chicken.
The reed chickens have such a lively temper that they are like wild dogs running loose every time they come out of the cage to have fun. There are not many places that they can toy with, and the chicken feathers all over the mountains and plains are very annoying.
This chicken may be too cute. Although it knows how to scratch the ground to catch bugs without feeding itself, it doesn't grow up.
Two pounds in five years is the standard for exotic reed chicken.
The poor cannot afford it, the rich think it is not fresh enough, and their status is quite embarrassing.
Slaughter them all, drain the blood and remove the bones, cut them into thin slices with the skin on, and put them on a plate.
The big herring, which is running around and jumping around, looks like it has been kept in the water tank for five days. The water is changed twice a day, and it has become "slender".
When the belly is empty and excess fat is consumed, it is the golden period for eating.
Pick up the big herring, slap it on the back of the head, and cut off the fish's head, quickly ending its suffering.
Hold down the body of the fish and slice it along the spine with a diagonal knife, and do the same when turning it over.
The big herring is a typical thorn. There are only thick intercostal thorns on the fish's belly, and only a shallow blade is needed to remove it.
After processing, all that is left of a big herring is two fine fillets.
Then turn the fish flesh side up and skin side down, and cut into large thin slices.
After cutting off with one knife, stop close to the fish skin, and then cut off the fish skin with the second knife.
In this way, the skin is tightly connected between the two pieces of fish. When fully opened, it looks like a fluttering butterfly, with pink in the middle and white and tender edges.
"Brother Lin, what do you want to eat?"
Huang Dashan was a little impatient when he saw Lin Chou handling the ingredients.
"I didn't prepare anything, so I just made a side stove to deal with it."
After processing the ingredients, place the heated casserole with the charcoal stove in the dining room. Add two bowls of chicken soup, a few slices of young ginger, a green onion, and half a lemon to the pot, and add water.
Before the water boiled, Lin Chou still had time to make a dip.
Stir chopped shallots, minced garlic, minced fresh chili peppers, a little balsamic vinegar, and a spoonful of soy sauce, and finally add a few drops of sesame oil. It's as simple as that.
"Two hundred per person, you can pay at the counter yourself, only swipe your card, no cash will be accepted."
Since he had to eat too, Lin Chou could actually choose not to charge for the meal.
But considering that this would be condemned by conscience, I had to give up this idea of self-destruction.
Everyone is happy,
"Brother Lin, if you want to eat in a big pot, you have to start at 200 yuan. Is it a black shop?"
Huang Dashan also began to dislike it.
"I still miss the pot of dog meat from last time. It was fragrant and delicious. The clear soup that warmed the pot was watery, and it was unpleasant to watch."
Who cares about that? I've been hungry all day and want to twist my chopsticks into windmills.
The thin slices of pink chicken are clearly defined. The red on the surface of the fiber and the white on the inside are the best combination, neat and delicate.
There is a thin trace of white oil between the chicken and the chicken skin, which is just right, moist but not fat.
Such thin chicken slices need to be taken out within five seconds of boiling water. Every second longer, the juice in the chicken cells will be lost exponentially, causing the meat to become old and taste sluggish.
Keep your chopsticks away from the meat, and be sure to remove it at the moment when the chicken slices begin to shrink.
Put it in your mouth while it's still hot without any condiments.
All that remains in the mouth is a ball of fresh and tender taste, which is simply intoxicating.
The chicken should be cooked while it's fresh and tender, while the fish should be enjoyed when it's smooth and chewy.
Butterfly slices are also called flying slices. Fish fillets are the best in shape and color. As soon as they are put into the pot, you can see that the fish fillets shrink rapidly, like a small white flower blooming in the clouds. They are not impressive, not surprising, and just take care of themselves. pity.
When the fish meat changes from translucent to glistening white jade, it is ready to be taken out of the pot. At this time, the fish fillets are the most elastic and unique.
The charcoal stove burns hotter and hotter, the water in the casserole becomes thicker and whiter as it is rinsed, and a soul-stirring aroma begins to escape.
It was originally a pot of clear soup that was not obvious at all, but at this moment it became a proud snowy green pine, and its art surpassed all the others.
Huang Dashan glanced at the table with his dog eyes for a long time.
"Brother Lin, why don't you prepare a spoon?"
Lin Chou dipped a piece of white fish meat into the water, closed her eyes and savored the wonderfulness of them blooming in her mouth.
Eating this thing early in the morning is luxurious, luxurious, corrupt and corrupt.
"Spoon, what kind of spoon? I gave you a spoon. Is there any soup left?"
