The people who had just obtained their ID cards looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces dazed and their speech incoherent with excitement.
Of course, some people who were superstitious about ghosts and gods were horrified.
An old woman stared at the face on the ID card, her face pale with fear. She pointed at the clerk with trembling fingers and questioned him harshly.
"Why is my face on it? Did you steal my soul?"
The people around looked up at the sun and twitched their lips speechlessly.
Some enthusiastic people came forward to offer advice.
"It's broad daylight, don't scare yourself, Auntie."
"Yeah, so many of us took photos, and nothing happened."
"Under the Emperor's feet, under the protection of the divine dragon, how could any demon or ghost dare to cause trouble?"
The government office was crowded with people and very lively.
The "click" sound never stopped, and the people's exclamations continued.
There are many similar scenes in various counties and prefectures of Daqin.
But as ID cards become more and more popular, people have become accustomed to clear ID photos and have begun to discuss other details.
Some people praise the convenience of the ID card; some people marvel at the magic of the iron box; and some people appreciate the exquisiteness of the ID card.
In this bustling atmosphere, time flies.
With the counterfeiter's camera as a plug-in, and the efficient operation of grassroots institutions, identity cards were basically popularized throughout the country before the autumn harvest.
This move is of extremely great and far-reaching significance.
It not only strengthened the household registration management of Daqin and facilitated travel and affairs, but also greatly increased the people's sense of identity and belonging to the country.
From then on, every citizen in the world held an imperial ID card and everyone was a citizen of the Great Qin.
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