In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"My name is Kuznetsov Berilenko. I possess the fifth-level plant spirit power of the Hammer Orchid plant spirit. I am from the Ural Mountains and a professional blacksmith."

The Hammer Orchid spirit named Belilenko smiled generously and introduced himself to Zhao Tong.

Then he patted the shoulder of the young man beside him and said, "This kid is my apprentice. He's an apprentice blacksmith. He still has five or six years to go before he can become a master."

After waiting for a long time, Berylenko still didn't hear the voice of his apprentice.

Feeling something was wrong, he lowered his head suddenly and found that the boy was snoring loudly!

Seeing that he had already fallen into a deep sleep, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Sukabile! You little bastard! Stop sleeping! Get up now!"

Belilenko instantly flew into a rage and grabbed his apprentice by the scruff of the neck and slapped him.

"Ouch! Master, please don't hit me! It hurts!"

The sleeping boy was suddenly awakened by Belilenko's grabbing of fate's neck.

He couldn't help but reveal a tearful expression, looking very aggrieved.

However, as a master, Berylenko simply ignored the pitiful expression of his apprentice. After all, he had seen it too many times.

"Oh, sorry to embarrass you, this kid just loves to doze off. He's a mushroom spirit after all."

After explaining to Zhao Tong, Belilenko rubbed the boy's head vigorously and said, "Quick, introduce yourself to our future big customer."

"Oh, Ming...I see."

The young man scratched his head sheepishly. "My name is Ham Hunter. I'm a Hammer Mushroom Plant Spirit with second-level plant spirit power. I'm currently learning the blacksmithing craft from Master Belilenko."

The hammer mushroom spirit named Ham looks young, probably around thirteen or fourteen years old.

He has the mushroom-like hair style that is the hallmark of mushroom spirits, and he looks silly and not very smart.

However, judging from Ham's strong physique, he is indeed a good candidate to be a blacksmith.

After all, the weapon he used was a heavy metal hammer.

"So, have you decided to join Courtyard 5905?"

"That's right. Just give us a room in the community to open a blacksmith shop. If you want to forge any weapons or recast any equipment in the future, just come to us directly."

"Oh, then I would like to thank you two for your kindness."

Zhao Tong, feeling very happy, registered the information of Berylenko and Ham, and then gave a thumbs up to Norman and Owen who returned to the stall.

[A blacksmith? They're actually a master and apprentice? This is a real treasure.]

Norman returned to the stall and was overjoyed to learn that two blacksmiths were going to join Courtyard No. 5905.

Isn’t this a guaranteed payout? It seems their luck isn’t too bad after all.

"You two will wait here with us. Once the recruitment is over, we can take a ride to the courtyard together."

Owen greeted the two newly joined plant spirit warriors very enthusiastically, and even gave up his folding stool to Belilenko.

When it comes to firearms maintenance, the blacksmiths who often deal with various equipment are the real professionals.

Finally, I don’t have to go through the trouble of maintaining my guns myself. I believe other shooters in the courtyard will think the same.

Some accessories used to upgrade firearms can also be commissioned to blacksmiths to help create.

As long as you have the materials, this is much cheaper than what you buy in the store.

Just as several plant spirit warriors were feeling smug about Belilenko and Ham joining the courtyard, Simmons, wearing a military cloak, also came to the street.

"Sure enough, the recruitment is still going on."

Looking at the homeless people still queuing up to register, Simmons thought to himself that he had come at the right time.

Compared to the crowded scene when the stalls in Courtyard No. 5905 were first set up, there are not as many homeless people now.

This is good news for Simmons.

Qianming and Shunjue are still waiting, and he can't waste time queuing.

In this case, wouldn’t it be great to just ask a member from Courtyard 5905 for information?

Simmons looked around and finally fixed his eyes on Klein, who was trying to maintain order in the crowd.

He is not very old and looks very young. It will be right to ask this kid about this matter.

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A golden card slipped silently from the pocket of a wanderer and fell to the ground.

Not far away, there was Klein, with a tense face, trying to maintain his dignity in the eyes of the wanderers.

Although the child looked so young, the equipment he wore and the gun in his hand still made the wanderers passing by him feel awe involuntarily.

After all, no matter how young Klein was, he was still a plant spirit warrior assigned to serve in the courtyard.

As expected, Klein noticed the fallen card.

It was a golden sunflower card, which might be all the belongings of a wanderer.

Simmons happened to be walking nearby and witnessed it all happening.

But he didn't go up to talk to Klein directly. Instead, he watched with interest as the child picked up the sunflower card that had fallen on the ground.

Simmons had seen similar scenes many times when he was serving in the Union Army.

Those seemingly insignificant choices can often reflect the truest side of everyone's heart.

Even among those who are as young as Klein, there are many who lose themselves in the face of interests and eventually become corrupt.

Simmons is looking forward to what Klein will do next.

Should he return the card to its owner, or pocket the money?

He decided to wait and see with an expression of anticipation.

Klein bent down and picked up the sunflower card on the ground. He glanced around, trying to identify the owner of the card.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and to Simmons it seemed as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle in his mind.

Then Klein moved, walking toward the line of homeless people.

The child walked up to a homeless man in tattered clothes and patted him.

The homeless man was frantically searching his pockets, apparently just realizing he had lost something.

"Sir, is this card yours?"

Klein's clear, inquiring voice rang in the wanderer's ears, his tone calm and polite.

The wanderer who heard the sound suddenly raised his head, with surprise flashing in his eyes, mixed with a hint of disbelief.

The good news is that my lost card was found, but the unbelievable thing is that my lost card was also found.

This is something that is completely unimaginable for the countless people who are barely surviving in the gathering place of wanderers in the abandoned city.

“Yes... yes, this card is mine...”

He answered with a trembling voice, reaching out to grab the sunflower card that Klein handed to him.

However, before the wanderer could touch the edge of the sunflower card, Klein took the card back.

Both the Rangers and Simmons were stunned, not knowing why Klay did this.

"Could you please tell me your name to prove that this card really belongs to you?"

Klein explained, putting on a serious look.

The homeless man hurriedly did as he was told. After carefully verifying the cardholder's name was correct with the name reported by the other party, he reminded him to take good care of his personal belongings. Only then did Klein return the card to him.

[Interesting, did you actually make such a choice? ]

Simmons couldn't help but feel a long-lost emotion in his heart. He suddenly turned his head with a premonition and looked in a certain direction behind him.

A familiar reflection, unique to tactical eyepieces, flashed in Simmons' peripheral vision.

My companions have been watching this place silently.

He pulled down the hood of his cloak and muttered to himself, "Courtyard 5905... I'm getting more and more interested..."