No chicken essence, no MSG, no soy sauce, no cumin, no chili oil, no salt...

Ye Fan was eating grilled fish, and he found that even without these ingredients, the fish was still delicious.

The pure natural taste and the fragrance of the fish itself are really good.

After eating and drinking, everyone's faces showed indescribable satisfaction.

Looking at the sky and looking at the red sunset in the sky, Ye Fan said to Zhang Mutou, who was the first to talk to him, "Call everyone and line up in a long line."

"Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, what is a long line of characters?"

The honest Zhang Mutou scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"It's just standing in a row one by one, understand?" Looking at these people who didn't understand anything, Ye Fan said helplessly.

"I understand, understand!"

Fearing that Ye Fan was unhappy, Zhang Mutou nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Mutou went to organize people to stand in a row, and Ye Fan used Susan again, slashing the giant sword across, and a big tree that only several people could hold together and broke with each other.

The giant sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically on the big tree. In a blink of an eye, a big tree was broken down into hundreds of small wooden blocks the size of children's palms.

At this time, Zhang Mutou had organized everyone to stand honestly in a row in the village.

Looking at Ye Fan's huge figure chopping wood, their eyes were not only confused but also awe.

When Ye Fan teleported to them with a bunch of small wooden signs, everyone quickly lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them.

"What do you know, age, what do you know?"

Looking at Zhang Mutou in front of him, Ye Fan sat on the big tree stump that he had just flattened and asked.

"The little Zhang Mutou is thirty-eight today, and the little one can't do anything except farming."

He bent over, looked up carefully at Ye Fan, and Zhang Mutou whispered.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to count your specific situation. Don't be stressed." This is the case with the times and people. Although he knows that his comfort will not have a good effect, he still said gentlely, "What else do you do besides farming? For example, weaving brooms, doing carpentry, ironwork, etc."

"I can weave brooms, and as for the others, I can chop wood."

Zhang Mutou thought for a while and felt that he would know this in his life, and he really wouldn't know anything else at all.

Seeing this, Ye Fan nodded slightly, then held the small wooden sign with one hand, stretched out his fingers with the other, covered with fingers, and recorded the basic information of Zhang Mutou on the wooden sign.

It's very simple, just four lines.

Name: Zhang Mutou

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Ability: farming, weaving brooms

The combination of simplified Chinese characters and Arabic numerals, the yellow and white wooden signs are burnt under the chakra, and Zhang Mutou's simple ID card is completed.

He threw Zhang Mutou's ID card to him. While Ye Fan re-recorded the information just now on a large wooden board beside him, he said, "This is written with your name, age and ability. From now on, it will be a symbol of your identity."

"Only with it, you can prove that you are my people. Otherwise, other people will not have the leisure to care about it."

After making backups on the large wooden board, Ye Fan waved his hand to Zhang Mutou, "Next!"

With Zhang Mutou proofing, the people behind him probably know what they should say and do.

"Lord Emperor Tian, ​​the little Li Shu, this year, can farm and build houses. I often build houses for the village in my hometown. People in the village say that the house I built is the most sturdy."

“盖房子?”

After looking at the short man in front of him who was in his early thirties but was about the same as an old man in his sixties, Ye Fan pointed to the house behind him and smiled, "Can you build a house? This is a good skill, and you have enough staff. Can you bring them to build such a house by yourself?"

"OK!"

重重地点了点头,李树一脸的认真.

"That's not bad. Is there anything else I can do?" Ye Fan asked again.

李树摇了摇头.

“那就下一个吧!”

Another ID card was prepared and threw it to Li Shu. Ye Fan continued to create an ID card for the next person.

"Lord Emperor Tian, ​​the little girl is named Wang Shui. She is twenty-five, and she can farm and weave cloth."

This is a woman, who is twenty-five years old. In modern times, she is the most youthful and beautiful years. But now she has white hair, rough face, dry and cracked skin. She holds her child and looks like a middle-aged woman in her fifties at first glance.

“孩子有名字吗?”

Looking at the child who was less than one year old in Wang Shui's arms, Ye Fan asked.

In this era, this environment, this experience, it is not easy for this woman to prevent her children from dying.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shui burst into tears in an instant, "His father died when he came to Liaodong and had not had time to name the child."

"Don't cry, this kid is lucky and will be your future support."

"Since he doesn't have a name, he will be named Wang Fu from now on, which means blessing."

After saying that, Ye Fan began to make an ID card for Xiao Budian.

No matter how big or small, as long as you are still alive, you should have your own ID card.

"Lord Emperor Tian, ​​the child's father's surname is Xu, but not Wang. The child should have the same surname as his father."

Seeing that Ye Fan had already prepared his ID card for his child, the mother finally mustered up the courage and said with great courage.

“你是他母亲,和你姓不也一样?”

挑了挑眉,叶凡说道.

He shook his head firmly and Wang Shuidao, "The child belongs to the Xu family, and his surname should be Xu, Lord Tiandi, his name is Xu Fu, will he succeed?"

王水几乎是祈求地看着叶凡.

In their eyes, Ye Fan is a god. God has spoken, who has the courage to refuse?

In modern times, things seem very common, but now, Wang Shui has tried all his courage to support his instinctive fear and persevere.

“是个好女人.”

Nodded, Ye Fan smiled gently, trying not to scare this poor woman with his expression.

"Since you insist, the child will call him Xu Fu in the future!"

With a chuckle, Zhang Yi crushed the ID card he had just written in his hand and made another ID card for the child.

Wang Shui breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

To those who are conservative in their thinking, Alexander is indeed.

"continue!"

王水带着孩子离开,叶凡继续下一个.

"Lord Emperor Tian, ​​the old man is called Zhang Yi. This year, he can farm, build houses, and shoot archery and hunt."

The old man at fifty-one was thin and could hardly see his muscles. If it weren't for the turbid eyes that had a bit of sharpness and agility, Ye Fan really doubted whether he could actually hunt.

“箭射的怎么样?”叶凡好奇问道.

"Fifty steps away, you can shoot the snake's head." Zhang Yi lowered his voice, but Ye Fan could hear the pride in his tone.

"good!"

.............

One after another, time passed slowly. When Ye Fan finished counting everyone, it was completely dark.

Unlike modern neon light, the night is like day. Here, the night really doesn’t show your fingers.

Looking at the burning light in the fire in front of him and the faint sound from the village, Ye Fan rubbed the identity information backed up on the large wooden board.

There are 108 people, 78 men and thirty women, including children under ten years old, thirteen people, and eight people over fifty years old. Most of the rest, regardless of men and women, are concentrated between the ages of fifteen and thirty-five.

“What should I do next?”

While exploring the information of the people on the wooden board, Ye Fan was thinking about the specific future plans.
Chapter completed!