Ang stood at the temporary command post in the center of the territory. Beside him, Aisha was sorting through a thick stack of registration books, her hands stained with ink. She looked up at Ang, her face showing a trace of fatigue, but even more satisfaction.
"Brother, all the refugees have been registered now." Aisha handed him a record sheet and continued, "We issued every household identification papers and household registration certificates. But..." She paused. "There are simply too many people now. The temporary housing isn't nearly enough, and we need to purchase more tents."
Ang nodded and turned to Dusha beside him. "Dusha, I'll leave the task of purchasing tents to you this time. Also buy some winter clothes, enough to ensure the people in the territory can safely get through the cold season."
Dusha accepted the money pouch Ang handed over and gave a solemn bow. "Yes, my lord. I'll set out at once."
After Dusha left, Aisha could not help asking curiously, "Brother, what exactly are these household registration certificates and identification papers for? Why do we have to give them to everyone?"
Ang glanced at the neatly stacked identification papers and household registration certificates on the table and explained patiently, "With these two things, we can clearly keep track of the people in the territory. We'll know who lives where and where they came from, which will help us manage the territory better. Also, these iron plates I designed are not made from ordinary materials. They were crafted with a special method and contain traces of magic I infused into them."
Aisha picked up an identification plate for a closer look. It truly was a small iron plate, engraved with a string of numbers, with a faint gleam flowing across its surface. She asked in surprise,