In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"Name?"

"James."

"Race?"

"Weed plant spirit."

"gender?"

With a loud slap, the weed plant spirit named James slapped the stall and glared, "I look like this, what gender can I be?"

Owen, who was in charge of registration, raised an eyebrow, looked up and down at the middle-aged man in front of him, and then returned his gaze to the gender column on the registration form:

"Judging from your accent, you must be from Metropolis, right? Do you know how many genders there are in the latest laws issued by the Metropolitan Government?"

"what?"

James looked incredulous, even a little frightened.

I just haven't been back to that time and space city for almost ten years. Has the metropolis become so crazy now?

"Let's make it clear first, our Courtyard 5905 only accepts two genders, male and female. We don't accept anyone else."

Seeing James looking dazed, Irving added casually.

"Male, male, absolutely male."

James responded quickly, fearing that being a step slower would make him lose the qualification to join Courtyard No. 5905.

"How old?"

"thirty eight."

"What was your previous occupation? Do you have any special skills?"

"No... I don't have any special skills, but I have a lot of strength. I can do any hard labor."

James wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered Irving's questions with great sincerity.

Owen looked at the middle-aged man in front of him again, more carefully than before.

His hands were covered with calluses, evidently the result of years of strenuous physical labor.

Although his back is slightly bent, one can still see his strong physique when he was young.

He has a square face and any emotions are expressed directly on his face.

[Yes, this is the high-quality labor force that Courtyard 5905 urgently needs.]

"By the way, why did you become a wanderer?"

Even though he had already acquiesced that the other party could join his family courtyard, out of professional ethics, Irving still asked one more question.

Recalling his own experience, James couldn't help but sigh: "The courtyard where I used to stay has fallen..."

[Well, they're refugees, and they have experience living and working in war zones, so they're more likely to be recruited.]

"I see. Are there any other family members in this gathering place?"

When James heard what Irving said, his eyes suddenly lit up.

During the process of recruiting staff for the courtyard, if the other party asks whether you have any family members, it usually means that you have met the requirements and there is a high probability that you can join the courtyard.

The next thing to do is to answer the most critical question: "Do you have any family members?"

You have to know that when some courtyards come to recruit, they only hope to recruit new members they need for their plans.

People outside the plan (such as family members) are not considered in these courtyards at all.

Taking a certain family as an example, perhaps only the strong husband in the whole family meets the recruitment criteria of a certain courtyard.

If the husband wants to join the family, he must abandon the rest of the family.

But it is obvious that James is not the kind of scum who would abandon his wife and children and enjoy himself alone.

"Yes, yes, my dear, there are six people in my family, including me. They are my elderly parents, my wife, and a pair of children..."

After confessing his family situation, James was extremely nervous at the moment, fearing that he would hear bad news from Irving.

[Lord of the Sun, please bless our family. I hope this courtyard will allow me to bring my relatives with me...]

Abandoning your loved ones in a ruined city teeming with dangers, and then going to live a peaceful life in the courtyard? That's simply not human.

If the other party doesn't allow me to bring my family, then I might as well not go to this courtyard.

A family should live together, how can they abandon each other and separate?

"There are six people in the family, that's a lot of people. Go back and pick them up, and then gather here."

Irving completed the registration of James' information with satisfaction, and then waved his hand to indicate that the latter had been admitted.

“Thank you...thank you..."

James was so surprised that he quickly expressed his gratitude, then turned around and left quickly. He couldn't wait to tell his family the good news.

"Okay, next one."

After watching James' back gradually disappear into the distance, Irving focused his attention on the next registration form.

No one noticed as a homeless man in a military cloak squeezed out of the crowd.

After listening to the entire conversation between Irving and James, he reaffirmed his belief that Courtyard No. 5905 is worth a visit.

The mere fact that they were willing to allow new recruits to bring their relatives with them was enough to give them a clear victory over many courtyards in the war zone.

The young sniper thought so and decided to go back and ask his two companions what their plans were.

If you guys get a chance to join, it would be really eye-opening for me.

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In a blacksmith shop somewhere in the trading area, the sound of clanging and hammering continued.

The craftsman swinging the hammer was a burly, broad-shouldered Ural man.

The originally emerald green short hair is now mixed with many silver strands, like steel needles tempered by time, each strand firmly stuck to the scalp.

There were many scars on his exposed chest, and his well-developed and strong brachialis muscles made him look very powerful.

Sweat slid down his rough face, as if it had been carved by a knife, and was then burned away by the fire beside him.

"Hey, Uncle Ku, are you busy?"

A slightly frivolous teasing voice came from outside the door, causing the craftsman who was working hard on the ironwork to immediately drop the hammer in his hand and turn around to angrily shout at the intruder:

"Sukabuli, you little brat, how many times have I told you that my last name is not Ku, but Kuznetsov!"

The green-haired young man in leather armor, carrying a giant sword on his shoulder, said with a playful smile: "I know, Uncle Ku, calm down. Those who are easily angered will not live long."

Rolling his eyes at the young man, the craftsman took the towel draped over the anvil, wiped his sweat, and asked:

"What brings you to me again this time? Are you finally going to sharpen that giant sword of yours? You keep dragging a big iron block around to hit people, and you still have the nerve to call it a heavy sword..."

"Well, it's nothing serious. I just happened to be passing by and came to see you, Uncle Ku."

The young man put his greatsword aside and pulled over a bench to sit down in a familiar manner. "Haven't you always wanted to move this shop? Look, here's your chance!"

"What do you mean?"

The craftsman wrung out the sweaty towel in his hand and said with a bewildered look on his face.

The young man whistled and pointed into the distance: "Turn left when you go out, go straight for 300 meters and then turn right. There's a new stall on that street."

"You kid, you can't explain yourself clearly... Wait, what you mean is... after all this time, another courtyard is recruiting people?"

The craftsman, who was originally feeling puzzled, reacted and slammed the towel in his hand onto the anvil.

Having spent several years in the university community, how could he not know the use of the street the young man was talking about?

"That's right, Uncle Ku, it seems you haven't developed Alzheimer's disease yet. There are so many people gathered there now. If you want to move the blacksmith shop, don't miss this opportunity."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I have to join in the fun."

The craftsman excitedly walked into the blacksmith shop, found a white vest and put it on, and lightly kicked the dozing apprentice:

"Don't sleep any more, get up quickly and pack up, we're ready to move!"

"Okay Master!"

The black-haired boy lying on the small stool woke up from his sleep, quickly got up, rubbed his eyes and started to clean up with his master.

"Hey kid outside, if I can move this time, remember to move all the remaining equipment here."

"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that, Uncle Ku."