The battle ended very quickly. This makeshift group on the big ship danced in front of Zhao Xian for less than ten minutes.
The disparity in combat power is so huge that it's a crushing situation.
Qiao Xuejun and Professor An were sitting in the captain's room, and Zhao Yun was also here.
Qiao Xuejun sat for a while, then stood up and said, "I want to see if there's anything I can do to help."
After all, there are nearly a hundred people on the ship, all of whom need to be investigated and registered, and there are only ten soldiers including Zhao Xian. In addition, Zhao Yun is steering the ship in the captain's room, and there are four soldiers on duty on the deck. The registration side may not be able to handle it all.
Zhao Yun originally wanted to ask her to take a rest, but then he thought that everyone on the boat was under control and there was nothing to pay attention to, so he just went with Qiao Xuejun.
Professor An stood up: "Then I will also..."
Zhao Yun: "Professor An, just take care of the animals and don't join in the fun."
Professor An smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take a break then. Let the young people get busy."
Qiao Xuejun walked out of the captain's room and went to the cabin. Perhaps because it was a passenger ship before, there were suites here, just like the carriages of a train.
Everyone was gathered in the restaurant, waiting for the registration soldier to call their names. Those whose names were called entered a separate small compartment and waited to be questioned.
Qiao Xuejun walked directly to the door of the restaurant and looked inside through the windows and doors. Everyone was sitting inside.
The soldier guarding the door saw Qiao Xuejun coming over and looking inside, and asked, "Teacher Qiao, what are you looking at?"
Qiao Xuejun said, "I came to see how far you have come in your work. I want to help you improve your progress. How many people have registered?"
The soldier on guard said, "We have just registered four people. It's still early. Teacher Qiao, you should go and have a rest. You and Professor An must be tired after fighting all day."
She was tired, but the most tired were the soldiers. She couldn't help with other tasks, but she had no problem helping with registration information.
Qiao Xuejun said: "Not tired. With more people helping, it will be done faster, and everyone can rest after it's done."
As she spoke, she knocked on the door of the cubicle over there.
"Come in."
Qiao Xuejun pushed the door open and went in. Shan Shun was in charge of registration. He saw Qiao Xuejun coming in, was startled for a moment, and then said, "Teacher Qiao. Are you here to see the captain? He is over there, led by Miss Fu, checking the accounts and counting the guns."
"Miss Fu, is that the one who was at the bow before?"
Shan Falcon: “Yes, it’s her.”
"I see." Qiao Xuejun nodded, then shook her head. "But I'm not here to see him. I'm here to register with you. Let's finish early and rest early."
Shan Falcon was a little surprised, but he didn't refuse. Before, Qiao Xuejun followed the patrol team on the mountain to look for plants, and it was the team led by Shan Falcon that he followed. So Shan Falcon knew that Qiao Xuejun was not just being polite, but really wanted to do something.
He quickly showed the notebook to Qiao Xuejun, and gave her a new notebook and pen, asking her to compile statistics according to the existing format.
Statistical work is not difficult. Just follow the template and don’t use any brainpower.
After Qiao Xuejun understood, she sat on a chair beside her, spread out her notebook, and said to the outside, "You can call someone in now."
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Qiao Xuejun: "Name, age, place of origin."
"Sir, my name is Song Xiaping. Female, 25 years old. I am from Huicheng. The entire city of Huicheng was flooded. I was abducted by the captain's great white shark while drifting on the sea. He took away my belongings and those of my teammates, and also abducted me onto the ship."
The woman who came in sat in front of Qiao Xuejun and introduced her identity information.
Qiao Xuejun wrote down the information one by one and asked, "What's your major? What did you do for a living before and after the natural disaster?"
"I graduated from New Oriental, and I'm a barber. Before the disaster, I was doing beauty and hairdressing. After the disaster... even after I was kidnapped by the great white shark and taken to the boat, I was still a barber, cutting hair for everyone, and I only collected a small amount of food each time."
Qiao Xuejun looked up at her, her eyes brightened: "Can you cut hair?"
This skill is still useful even in the apocalypse. Qiao Xuejun hadn't had her hair cut for a year. Wang Juanfeng had tried to help her cut her hair once before, but it was not done properly.
But there was no way to complain about the condition, so she simply decided not to cut her hair. She just gathered all her hair together into a high ponytail and tied it together, which looked neat and clean.
People like Zhao Xian cut their hair themselves, and it doesn't look very good. Zhao Xian has that face to hold him up, so he can be fine. But if he can't hold up, he will be like a dog, and he will go from being a spirited soldier to a spirited young man.
There is also Kuang Qianli, who is reluctant to shave his head, and the hairstyle he cuts himself turns out to be ugly.
The hairdresser is really nice.
There is also a barber at the First Base, but he can't usually do so many haircuts.
The female hairdresser nodded: "Yes, I have been doing this for several years. I make a living with a pair of scissors."
Many people cut their own hair, but some are willing to exchange a meal for her skills, after all, the fee is not expensive.
In the past, she thought that her job was just average, not very useful, and could not bring honor to her parents. But after the apocalyptic environment after the natural disaster, she realized that this job was actually very useful. At least she could earn a living without having to sell her body.
She has seen too much during this period of time since the natural disaster. If you don't have some skills, you really can't get by.
For example, the captain's woman, Xiao Fu, is from the same hometown as Xiao Fu, and they usually have a good relationship. She knows that Xiao Fu worked as an accountant before the natural disaster, which is useless on the ship, so she can only choose to sell her body.
Although she lived and ate with the captain, she hated him very much in her heart and was unwilling to sell her body.
Looking at Xiao Fu, she felt both sympathy and relief.
I felt sympathy for Xiao Fu's situation, but I was also lucky that I could support myself with my skills.
Song Xiaping secretly looked at the woman who was in charge of recording.
A writer? This job seems to be hard to be useful in the apocalypse... Song Xiaping thinks that she is also very beautiful, even prettier than Xiao Fu. Is she also the woman of the lord like Xiao Fu? Can she survive by providing services to the lord?
Then she is even more miserable than Xiao Fu.
At least Captain White Shark usually likes Xiao Fu and never lets Xiao Fu suffer in life. But the lord is not a man who is kind to women. He kills people without hesitation and is so scary. Who can live with him?
It’s still better to be a hairdresser, simple skill, simple life.
Qiao Xuejun highlighted the female hairdresser's information so that she could continue to make a living by cutting hair after arriving at the First Base.
Qiao Xuejun wrote down the information one by one and called the next person in.
I didn't finish until my shoulders were sore.
During the process, Shan Falcon even advised Qiao Xuejun to take a rest, but Qiao Xuejun didn't go: "There are only a few left. Rest after you finish."
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