"What's your name?"
"Yu Lingjie."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine."
"What was your job on Earth?"
"Human resources. Accounting, too. I can make reports, calculate material income and expenditure, and I can—"
"Why are you so nervous? We're only conducting a preliminary survey. It's not like we'll assign your job based on this."
Seeing that the woman sitting on the stool was sweating all over from nervousness, Xiao Yang couldn't help but rub his forehead and reassure her.
Back when the Wasteland had just begun, every Gathering Place or shelter would indeed screen out some people without survival skills when recruiting, leaving only strong men or those with special talents.
But what time was it now?
It was already the end of the first year of the Wasteland, and the second year was about to begin!
After struggling and surviving in this unfamiliar world for a year, even half-grown children had grown accustomed to making their way through the Wasteland.
"I'm not. I'm not nervous."
The dark-skinned woman hurriedly explained herself, but it was obvious that she really did relax a little after saying that.
"I just don't like that job I had on Earth."
"I know, I know." Xiao Yang wore an unsurprised expression. "Actually, there are plenty of people like you in our territory. There are even several big shots who used to do scientific research. Guess what? Ever since the routes were unlocked, they actually ran off to the fields to farm.
"Everyone bet that they wouldn't last long before giving up, but they've really held on until now. They keep saying that they only found their happiness there."
"That... impressive!" The woman's eyes widened. Whether she believed him or not, she finally relaxed completely.
Of course, he didn't know that the so-called "big shots in scientific