At the beginning of Mingguang's establishment, the number of survivors was once less than one million, and the initial ID number counted for the first time was six digits. Peak 23S.
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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 surprised.
"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 30th 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 Lu Yan was just born, and Dashan's biological mother is already at least 118 years old?!
If this were the case in ancient times, a dynasty would be almost gone.
"Fake, it's all fucking fake!"
"What a mess, it must be those guys in Base City who made false accounts to fool your Grandpa Dashan!"
Huang Dashan finally erupted.
No one would be happy to leave this matter to anyone.
One moment it was said that the father was not the biological 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 such a thing as beating a drum?
Beat it.
"My mother is just an ordinary woman from Xiacheng District. She disappeared decades ago. How come...how come..."
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 Shanye’s mother’s weird age for the moment.
Even Lu Yan, in today's era when the average life expectancy 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.
Shan Ye'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 the white dome,
"Not to mention that we openly and openly robbed the important files of the Proclamation Committee, we are waiting eagerly for you to fall into the trap."
"Do you think the fact that the information of these people was painted like this...can't mean that the commission is deliberately trying to hide something?"
"If the Prosecution Committee wants to hide something, only you and us can find it??"
"this...."
Shen Feng hesitated.
Lin Chou said,
"In this directory, almost all the modifications are made in the form of annotations. Only the part about Shanye's parents was directly blacked out, deliberately concealing it... Is this method of concealment too conspicuous? "
Swallow brushed the old book pages, 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... Well, but there are four seals One of them can’t be seen clearly... The date of initial binding was the 131st year of the New Era. 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 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 annotation... The base city not only has the Development Committee, but also the garrison, the scientific research institute, and the lice on the bald head are obvious. How could such a poor idea be hidden? Stand out in other people's eyes, unless..."
Bai Qiong nodded and suddenly realized,
"Unless the garrison and the scientific research institute have known about this for a long time!"
"Furthermore, what happened to that generation was definitely a big deal...or rather, it was so ugly that the committee had no choice but to hide the information about the relevant people to avoid something."
Shen Feng pointed at the witch character,
"Why do I feel that this is more like a taboo?"
"Old Shen, what do you mean..."
Shen Feng scratched his head,
"If you 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,
"With the urine of the baby, how can it be impossible for the parents of the baby to be born to find it? 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, obviously I don't want to recognize this marriage!"
After analyzing a large circle, everyone was dizzy, and even Huang Dashan himself was silent.
Shanye grinned and clapped his fingers,
"How rich were my experiences in my mother's womb?"
"No, after all this talk, you just want to find me... this Lu Yan. If you 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 or not?"
Uncle Huang, who was so eloquent, was immediately frightened. He didn't have any of this, let alone other things, unless he could kidnap someone with knowledge of the incident.
"Hey, the weather is unpredictable, and people are prone to burping and getting cold... Why don't you give me a drink first, and I will 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 Shan Ye was born, it has been more than forty years. Are there any people who were working in these three places at that time left?
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.
"It's dawn... Staying up late 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, whose physiques were slightly inferior to those of 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. When we came back from the incident, we two brothers still haven't eaten enough. Brother Lin, please don't pay attention to 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, 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 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 squeezed his eyes,
"Hey, boss Lin, I stayed up all night and didn't get out of bed... No wonder the boss lady is so angry. You have to remember to pay enough for the public ration tonight."
"..."
Since you have to do it, you can't just mess around with it.
There was no food prepared in advance for several days. Lin Chou only had two bowls of chicken skeleton soup left on hand, 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 are quite impressive, with arms as thick as half a meter long.
The jagged fangs look very scary and ferocious, but they are completely herbivorous fish, barely even close to being a low-level zero-level fish.
To put it in systematic evaluation terms, 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 of the zero-level and intermediate level is jumping 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 wild every time they come out of the cage to have fun. There are no places they can go to, 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 and catch bugs without feeding itself, it doesn't grow up.
Two pounds in five years is the standard for exoticized 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 head, quickly ending its suffering.
Hold down the body of the fish and slice it open 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 it only needs a shallow blade.
After the processing, only two fine fish fillets are left from a big herring.
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 skin with the second cut.
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.
Chop shallots, minced garlic, minced fresh chili peppers, a little balsamic vinegar, a spoonful of soy sauce, stir well, 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 this a black shop?"
Huang Dashan also began to dislike it,
"I still miss the pot of dog meat from last time. It was fragrant, delicious, and warm... This pot of clear soup is watery, which makes it unpleasant to look at."
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, and the red color on the surface of the fiber and the white color 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 the chicken slices at the moment they begin to shrink.
Put it in your mouth while it's still hot without any condiments.
All that remains in the mouth is a delicious, tender and smooth mass, 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. The shape and color of fish slices are the best. As soon as they are put into the pot, you can see the fish slices shrink rapidly, like a small white flower blooming in the clouds. It is not impressive, not surprising, and takes care of itself.
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 without any appearance, but at this moment it has become a proud snowy green pine, and its art surpasses all 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, **** ah**.
"Spoon, what kind of spoon? I gave you a spoon. Is there any soup left?"