A specially made laptop, a camera, a card making machine, and a box of the latest new generation of ID card blank cards.

With the help of Huowa, Zhao Ming set up a table and then finished all the machines. He sat on a bench, Huowa assisted him and started working formally.

"Village Chief, what's your name?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Mr. Zhao, my name is Volcano." The village chief said seriously.

Fire, volcano?

Zhao Ming took a deep breath, started typing on the keyboard, filled in the information according to a special form, and worked paperless throughout the whole process.

"Guardian, how old are you this year?"

"I'm old, sixty-two." He is already an eighty or ninety-year-old on Earth, but he still looks very strong. This is the benefit of the environment in Xuanhuang Realm.

"Village Chief..." Zhao Ming spent nearly four minutes asking a lot of questions until he filled in all the information he needed to know as required.

"Village Chief, look up here." Zhao Ming reminded him as he looked at the photos in the camera.

"Huowa, tidy up your father's clothes." Zhao Ming said.

"Okay." Huowa has experienced these things and has his own ID card, so he knows what's going on.

"Dad, why don't you go back and change the best clothes and wait and take a photo later." Huowa glanced at the somewhat torn clothes on his father and said.

"What are you taking photos?" The village chief didn't understand at all. The other villagers also looked at all confusedly, not knowing what they were doing.

"Well, just like a painter, you can draw your current image, but it's just more realistic." Huo Wa explained in words that everyone can understand.

"Oh, painter, then I understand, I'll go back and change now." The village chief just raised his butt and quickly sat down again:

"No, this will waste Lord Zhao's time."

"No, I can register the information for you first. It's not too late to do the photography work later. It's because I made a mistake in my work just now and didn't agree to everyone. Let's leave some people to register the information here, and the rest can go back and change to the clothes they think are the best-looking ones." Zhao Ming slapped his head and said.

"Thank you, Lord Zhao." Everyone knew the painter, but they had never painted a picture before. They didn't expect that there would be such a good thing, and no one would refuse.

More than ten minutes later, when the village chief changed his clothes, Zhao Ming took a photo of him, then took out a card from the card box and placed it on that special machine.

After beating, Zhao Ming picked up the card and looked at it, handed it to the village chief with great satisfaction and said:

"Village Chief, this is your ID card. It has been made now. From this moment on, you have been the official one-star civilian in our country. Congratulations."

The village chief quickly took the so-called ID card that looked very delicate and beautiful, and looked at it carefully for a few seconds.

The most attractive thing on this small card is the portrait in the upper left corner, which is exactly the same as a real person. I'm afraid the best painter can do it. The key is how it can be done in such a short time?

This made the villagers around him amazed.

There is a small bronze star under the portrait, and at the bottom there is a string of strange characters he has never seen before, as well as some strange words.

"Mr. Zhao, what are these?" the village chief said in confusion.

The villagers who had just secretly looked at Zhao Ming, also looked at him with a look of knowledge. They also discovered that this adult was very friendly and easy to get along with, so he gradually became more courageous.

"Everyone has an ID card. These are ID card numbers. Everyone is unique and unique. In the future, you will use it for taxes or do some other things. I will explain it in detail later. The bottom of this is your household registration information."

"For example, the village chief, your information is No. 1, Huoya Village, Siquan Town, Qingshi County, Yunmeng County, Nanming Prefecture, Xuanhuangjie." Zhao Ming said.

There is no such thing as a house number in the village here, but China plans to give them a house number, so it only takes a piece of wood to engrave the number. It is very simple. Zhao Ming will assign this number based on everyone's address.

There are only 214 people and 41 families in Huoya Village, so the house number is from 1 to 41, which is very easy to work with.

"Oh, so that's it." The village chief suddenly realized.

"In addition, this little bronze star, everyone should pay special attention to it. This is something that represents your identity. All the people who have just registered are one-star civilians, and there are two stars on it. Until nine stars, they will be the highest citizen." Zhao Ming explained.

"Sir, this citizen means a noble? How should we salute citizens when we meet them in the future?" asked the village chief. Everyone took it for granted. There was nothing strange about it, at least they were not slaves.

However, Zhao Ming shook his head and smiled slightly:

"We in China have no nobles. I have said before that China is a country dominated by the people, so whether it is a one-star civilian, a nine-star civilian, or a citizen, you are equal in terms of personal dignity and identity."

Hiss ~ Everyone took a breath.

This is the real killer.

Yes, equality, this is what they most desire and cannot seek.

"Specifically, you don't need to kneel down to them. You can greet them equally. Holding your fists can show respect, just like that." Zhao Ming showed everyone the fists of China.

After everyone heard this, you look at me, I look at you, and everyone can see shock and incredible in each other's eyes.

I have never heard of this situation. Even if some families have some legends about the human race before, the human race seems to have superiors and inferiors, so how can you not kneel down and worship?

Then even if you are beaten to death, you will have no place to make any reason.

Zhao Ming knew what everyone was thinking, but he didn't stop and continued:

"You commit the same law as them, so the punishment will be the same. The punishment will not be different because of different identities. In the face of the law, everyone will be treated equally."

"How dare you compare yourself with adults?" the old man shook his head and said.

"This is wrong with the old man. What I said is the fact of China. The old man can not believe it now, but the road of knowing horsepower shows people's hearts for a long time. It's still a long time. You will know it in the future." Zhao Ming did not intend to let everyone accept this thing that has not changed forever.

It took decades to correct the situation in the Qing Dynasty after only 200 years of slavery. Some people's knees are still weak, not to mention that the people here have experienced the habits left by their ancestors for tens of thousands of years, which have long been engraved in their bones.

"I believe Brother Zhao's words, because what I saw in Siquan Town and the knowledge taught by the teachers are like this." Huowa stood up and said.

"They can't hit us, otherwise they will break the law. You can sue them, and they will be punished accordingly. Of course, we can't hit them at will, otherwise we will break the law." Huowa said in an almost joking way.

"Well, Huo Wa is right." Zhao Ming looked at Huo Wa with a smile. This is a very smart child. I believe he will definitely take on great responsibilities in the future.

"Sir, how dare we?" the old man waved his hands repeatedly.
Chapter completed!