Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 473: A Day in the Life of a Luozhou Citizen (Part 483)

Looking at the confused looks of Bai Lao and others, Hu Miao explained patiently.

"The so-called ID card is something that we, the people of Luozhou, have to prove our identity."

As he spoke, Hu Miao took out a palm-sized square jade disc from the brocade bag hanging from his waist and showed it in front of everyone.

This jade disc looks like jade, but its texture is different from jade. Instead, it looks like it is made of some kind of mineral that has been polished. It is white in color overall. There is an exquisite portrait on the left side and a few lines of small words on the right side.

Name: Hu Miao

Age: 231

Birthplace: Wanjia Village of the Huxian tribe in the secret land of Sheshan, Luozhou.

Certificate number: 055
Abilities: Going out to fight (disciples who go out to fight can ask the Immortal Hu Miao to go out to fight demons and pray for blessings), etiquette, teaching...

Position: Deputy Director of the Household Registration Department of Naju

"This is my ID card. It records my surname, hometown and, most importantly, my ID number."

Hu Miao said seriously, "If you accidentally lose your ID card, you can apply for a new one with your ID number, but it will cost a lot of money."

"As long as you are under the rule of the Lord of Beiming Mansion, your ID card is the most important thing to you. If you want to leave Wangfeng City and go to another place, you will be checked by the Beiming Army when you want to enter the country. You also need your ID card to accept missions."

"And there is one thing I need to tell you, and it may be a little hard to hear."

"Eighteen government offices under the Lord's seat have a secular god behind them. The same is true for the Household Registration Office. Everyone's ID card has the mark of a secular god. Don't even think about making a fuss about it."

Several Huxian attendants walked out from behind Hu Miao, skillfully carrying various tables, chairs and benches to an open area in the training ground, set them down, and began to organize things.

Bai Lao and others looked at this scene and roughly guessed that this should be what Hu Miao meant by registering their identities.

Taking advantage of this time, Bai Lao asked, "I still have some questions, Director Hu, please help me solve them."

"Just ask."

"I already know the ID card, but what is the mission hall?"

Hu Miao answered calmly: "The mission hall is where you usually accept missions."

"Now Luozhou is in a state of disrepair. Under the system established by the Lord of the Prefecture, in order to more reasonably place the right people in the positions that are most beneficial to them, mission halls have been established in various cities."

"You can use your ID card to go to the mission hall to accept the best mission for you. Each mission has its own corresponding time, and you will receive ghost money as a reward."

Hu Miao turned around slowly and said, "I need to remind you here, don't think about taking on tasks that are beyond your ability, or think that you can cheat and swindle."

"The secular god behind the Mission Department is the Goddess of Xun, and she has a bad temper. If anyone finds out that you have the above problems, I'm afraid no one will be able to save you."

Hu Miao's words were so serious that Bai Lao and the others became a little afraid before they even started to accept the mission.

"But please rest assured that the money you get for each task is very fair and will not harm your interests. Also, as long as you don't do anything out of line, the God of the Underworld will not get angry easily."

Upon hearing this, Bai Lao and Qian Lai looked at each other, and their expressions relaxed a little.

Hu Miao smiled and said, "Luozhou is now a very magical place. You will understand it after you get to know it slowly!"

After a conversation, the tables and chairs for identity registration were set up, with several large stacks of papers on the table. An elderly man named Hu Xian sat skillfully in the main seat, with several deputies beside him.

A Huxian attendant held up a plaque with a few large characters written on it;

Identity Registry.

"Line up one by one, don't be in a hurry!" two attendants shouted loudly and stepped forward to maintain order.

Hu Miao said to Bai Lao and the other two, "Please go and register, both elders. I have other things to deal with, so I won't stay here long."

"Director Hu, please do as you please!" Upon hearing this, Old Bai bowed respectfully.

After Hu Miao left, Bai and Qian looked at each other, returned to the crowd behind them, and roughly told everyone what Hu Miao had said.

When everyone learned that ID cards were extremely important in Luozhou, some people who were originally not interested in identity registration had no choice but to queue up.

Although these people were rescued by Lin Beixuan and respected him in their hearts, there were also some who were arrogant.

They think they are very capable and are unwilling to start from the bottom.

Or maybe some of them were originally from a big family in Changzhou, and they usually manage the people below them. Now they are being managed like ordinary people, and they feel a little uncomfortable.

Everyone lined up one after another, walked to the table, and began to talk about their identity, hometown, and the abilities they could do.

The old man Hu Xian, who was in charge of registration, stroked his beard and reminded: "Regarding the question of your own abilities, please don't be secretive. Although Luozhou is short of people in all walks of life, they also value ability."

"The ability on your ID card is your stepping stone. For example, if you are a carpenter, an apprentice is an apprentice and a master is a master. Don't try to cut corners."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to complete the mission you accepted, and instead you'll destroy the high-quality wood. You'll have to pay for it yourself. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"And don't think you can deny it, because once this happens and is recorded, when you complete the mission and get paid in the future, it will be deducted from your ghost money."

The solemn words of old man Hu Xian spread into the crowd, leaving several people who originally wanted to exaggerate their abilities and seek good jobs speechless.

It was the first time they had seen such a strange system.

"Okay, registration starts now!"

With a few clang sounds, registration officially began.

As the most prestigious people in Changzhou, Mr. Bai and Mr. Qian were naturally pushed forward first by everyone.

"Name?" Old man Hu Xian picked up the brush, dipped it in ink twice, and asked without raising his head.

"Bai...Bai Jingming." Old Bai was not used to it at first, which caused him to stutter when speaking.

"Yes." Elder Hu Xian nodded twice and continued, "Age?"

"I am already seventy years old now."

The old man Hu Xian raised his head and rolled his eyes at Bai Jingming: "Just tell me your age. What's the point of talking about seventy or not? In my eyes, even if you are a hundred years older, you are still a little kid!"

Bai Jingming's old face turned red, and he nodded awkwardly: "Seventy-five."

"Well! Next is the place of origin..."

……

The speed of identity registration was not slow. With old man Hu Xian and his two deputies speeding up the process, the entire Changzhou team of a thousand people was registered in one day.

When he finished recording the last person, the old man Hu Xian rubbed his sore wrist and gently put down the brush. "It's finally over!"

While sighing, he looked at the work he had completed and smiled to the two assistants beside him: "The mission is completed. Do you two want to go to the mission hall together to collect the money for the dead?"

His two assistants, who were also older Huxian elders, laughed and said, "Of course, but we are not like you, who can earn ten hell coins a day!"

"Haha, this is hard work money. I'm the one who's in charge of recording it. You guys are just helping out and you've got five coins. If I were in a different position, I'd rather only have five..."

The few of them chatted and slowly walked away together.

After Mr. Bai and Mr. Qian registered their identities, they stood aside and watched. They were even more shocked when they heard that the people who had just registered with them came to the mission hall to accept missions.

Several stacks of registration information were quickly sent away by two Hu Xian attendants, and after a few hours, one of the attendants came back.

"Your ID cards won't be ready until tomorrow, so take a good rest today. You can always call me if you need anything!"

After saying this, the attendant went into a pavilion next to the parade ground and sat down.

Mr. Bai and Mr. Qian whispered to each other for a few words, and then arranged for a few young people to go to the window in front of the pavilion to ask.

"Sir, can we leave this training ground and go to the city?"

Hu Xian looked at A Lin, nodded and said, "Of course you can, but you don't have ID cards yet, so don't cause trouble in the city. Otherwise, if you are caught by the patrol team, you will be the ones who suffer."

Upon hearing this, Alin looked thoughtful and immediately ran back to tell Bai Lao and the other two the news.

Bai Lao sighed and said, "It seems that this ID card is indeed an important proof for traveling in Luozhou. Even if you move around in the city, you need the ID card to be convenient."

"Ah Lin, take a few of your brothers and go around the city. The rest of you stay here until your ID cards are issued tomorrow."

"By the way, you must go to that mission hall to see what's going on."

Hearing this, A-Lin said solemnly: "I understand!"

After saying that, he left the training ground with some people.

There were more than a dozen people in their group, all of them were young men. Because they had lived in the yin environment of Changzhou for many years, even though the yang fire had returned, they still gave people a spooky feeling.

At first they thought that they would be looked down upon by the people in the city, but the opposite happened. Although the people in the city were somewhat surprised by their ghostly appearance and pale skin, they did not show any disgust.

Even if they met head-on, they would just smile and say hello before leaving in a hurry.

They didn't look carefully when they came here before, but now when Alin and others walked on the streets again, they found that the streets in Wangfeng City were very spacious, and many of the houses around seemed to have been newly built and moved in not long ago.

The streets are very clean, and from time to time you can see one or two older-looking men sweeping the streets with brooms.

A young girl who looked about the same age as A-lin frowned as she watched an old man not far away struggling to lift some scattered debris from the roadside and put it on the wooden cart behind him.

"They are so old now, do they all need to be assigned to work?"

"Don't jump to conclusions without knowing the truth!" Ah Lin said without even turning his head: "Didn't Director Hu say before that no one in Luozhou forces you to do anything, but no one is obligated to support you for no reason."

“If you want to survive, you need to work for a living.

You used to be a daughter of an official family. Even if the city was breached by ghosts, there were still many people who loyally protected you, so you have never understood the real suffering of the people. "

Ah Lin said in a serious tone: "Ordinary people like us often starve to death even if we have some strength, not to mention those frail old people."

"It would have been impossible for them to earn a living by doing light work like this in the past. If they didn't have children, they would have starved to death long ago."

The girl wanted to refute after being scolded by Alin, but she could not find any decent reason, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it.

Alin ignored the other party's emotions and continued to look around the city intently.

Passing by a residential area, he found that the doors of these households were open. Occasionally, he would see a few young children playing under the care of the elderly, but basically, adults were rarely seen.

I went up to ask and found out that at this time, the adults had all gone to the land outside Wangfeng City to work collectively, and would not be back until evening.

At the same time, he also asked about the location of the mission hall.

Following the direction pointed by the old man, Alin and others quickly found the mission hall.

When they arrived at this place, they obviously found that there were more people around.

When they just came out of the parade ground, there were only a few scattered people on the street, but now the street in front of them was bustling with people coming and going, and it seemed quite lively, giving them a feeling of going to a market.

The reason is that there is not only a mission hall standing on this street, but also shops around it that have not been seen along the way.

These shops are diverse, some sell clothing, some sell grain, and there is even a restaurant.

However, when Alin took a closer look, he discovered that most of these shops were not run by "normal people".

For example, the owner of the grain shop was a rat who wore a gray coat, leaned on a cane, and sat on a recliner smoking opium.

Ah Lin looked up at the name of the store, and saw the big words "Huixian Grain Store".

Look at the shop selling textiles. There are all kinds of clothes there, from coarse cloth and linen to silk and brocade. In the past, no merchant would sell them like this.

Because the rich and powerful have always looked down on ordinary people, if the clothes they bought were ever placed together with the clothes worn by ordinary people, they would feel disgusted and would never come to this store again.

However, this weaving shop is different, because the words "Hu Xian" are hung on the shop sign.

Hu Xian weaving clothes!

The only restaurant in the city also had the words "Huangxianlou" on its signboard.

It was the first time that Alin and the others had seen such a scene, that fairies and monsters could actually open shops in the city.

Moreover, from the eyes of the customers who visited the shops, they did not see any fear or rejection of these weird-looking shop owners. Instead, they looked accustomed to it.

"This Luozhou is completely different from what we imagined!" Someone in the group couldn't help but sigh.

Alin nodded slightly, his heart full of curiosity.

Let’s not talk about Changzhou at that time, just talking about the past, the streets of Changzhou were full of beggars, and people starved to death on the streets every day.

The poor get poorer and the rich get richer. It is common for officials and businessmen to collude and oppress the people. People in the city are extremely disgusted with those mountain monsters. The high-ranking officials are always high above and look down on people from all walks of life.

But Luozhou is completely different.

There are people, strange people, immortals, and monsters here...

Here, the ancient prejudices of the secular world seem to have been completely abandoned, forming a strange and balanced situation.

(End of this chapter)