The information flashed in his mind, and Wang Zijia showed a somewhat silly smile and said, "Sister-in-law Wang is early, I can't sleep a little, so I got up early." ”

Wang Dan replied while cleaning up: "Isn't it the day of the shift change again, isn't it less than ten years since the day shift?" ”

"It's not a shift change, I was suddenly a little hungry in the kitchen last night, and then I wanted to get something to eat, but it turned out to be like this, and it was troublesome for Sister-in-law Wang." Wang Zijia smiled and said a little embarrassed.

"Childe, don't be so polite, it's just some dishes and chopsticks." Wang Dan spoke, turned around and went into the kitchen, and said while cleaning up: "Childe is indeed time to grow his body, I'll make some bread or something in the future, let it go." ”

"Then thank you, sister-in-law!" Wang Zijia also went back to the house to clean up, and then came to the center of the courtyard, under the huge old peach tree, put on a posture, and began to practice martial arts.

This is the habit of the predecessor, and I will practice it several times in the morning and evening.

Wang Zijia was practicing, while secretly observing the nanny Wang Dan. The other party was constantly busy in and out, and after cleaning up, he began to make breakfast again, unusually diligent and careful.

Of course, if you don't care, you can't work in their house for nearly ten years.

After observing for a long time, Wang Zijia didn't find any problems for the time being, and he temporarily put aside his worries.

After a while, everything was done, and the other party left in a hurry, it should be time to do other work. After all, it was very difficult for ordinary mortals to gain a foothold in Wanyu Immortal City.

Wang Zijia finished breakfast and did not continue to practice martial arts.

After the nanny left, he began to walk around the courtyard, and as he wandered, various memories of his original self came to mind.

It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the morning, about half past eight, that Wang Zijia cleaned up, went to the secret room, took more than a dozen jade money, and then put on his work clothes and went out.

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The neighborhood where he lives is considered a wealthy area, the streets are clean, and the quality of the residents is not low.

The pavilions and pavilions are all around, the shops are almost fully open, and the atmosphere of life is full, which makes Wang Zijia fully feel that the world is completely different.

He hailed a carriage at the corner of the street and headed for the center of the city.

The carriage drove him to the center of the city, where he stopped a few blocks from where he went to work.

Because of the block in front of it, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter. If Wang Zijia didn't have a job, even if he was a second-generation immortal, he wouldn't be able to enter without his father.

After paying a few silver taels, he got out of the carriage and walked into the core area of Wanyu City.

As soon as you enter this area, you can clearly feel the difference from other areas.

The buildings next to the street are no longer unified ancient style wooden buildings, although there are many pavilions and pavilions, but in addition to wooden buildings, there are also stone buildings with strange shapes, and even shops that grow directly from the trees.

Even during the day, many of the shops have their own flashes of light, which are somewhat similar to the neon signs of the previous life, but completely different.

There is less sense of science and technology, more sense of fairy fantasy, the fairy family is full of atmosphere, and it does not lose the atmosphere of fireworks in the world, which is full of exotic customs.

Even if he has the memory of his predecessor, he is not his own after all, so all of this makes Wang Zijia feel a sense of familiarity and novelty.

In a moment, Wang Zijia came to Wanyu City, the most core and most prosperous street, and stopped in front of a huge attic.

The attic is seven floors and more than 30 meters high, which is a relatively tall building in the fairy city.

The whole attic is white, and it looks as if it was carved and polished from a single piece of fine marble.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a carved fence.

On the attic door, there is a plaque with three words on it: Wan Yu Zhai!

This is where he works, it is one of the top shops in Wanyu Immortal City, and it belongs to the industry of the outer gate of Wanyu Sect.

If you want to work here, you can't do it without some qualifications.

An identity like Wang Zijia is only theoretically possible to succeed, not hereditary. was able to work here, in addition to his father's Yu Yin, but also because he handed over his father's body to the sect for free, so he was able to get the most oily job.

With his thoughts flickering, Wang Zijia bypassed the front door and walked towards the back door.

There are a lot of things sold in Wanyu Zhai, such as talismans, pills, spiritual materials, magic weapons, etc., which can be regarded as a large supermarket in the cultivation world.

Jobs like greeters, shopping guides, tellers, tea receptionists, etc., are not likely to be mortals in any job that can directly contact the practitioner and may even receive a reward.

Almost all of them are miscellaneous servants of the sect, some of them are old enough to be sent abroad, and some of them are directly assigned here.

And like Wang Zijia, the second generation of miscellaneous servants, the mortals who took over, almost all of them were concentrated in one department.

Warehouse management department!

And there is a special responsibility for the registration and storage of goods.

What they do is, every hour, go to the front store to receive a replenishment order and replenish the stock.

In addition, we go to the appraisal and purchase room, collect the goods purchased by the adults, and put them into the warehouse after registration.

There are also help all kinds of guests to extract relevant spiritual materials, and collect all kinds of finished products handed over by them into storage.

Of course, in such a big place, it is impossible for him to do it alone, and he is mainly responsible for the warehouse management of the Fu Gong area on the first floor.

Specifically, it is probably the kind of warehouse employee in a large supermarket in the previous life, who was responsible for moving goods.

Because the registration clerical job does not belong to him, he is just a porter, so there is almost no oil and water, only that salary, one law a month.

I work four hours a day, three shifts, and one rotation a month.

Overall, it's an easy job.

After all, it's not really a large supermarket like in the previous life, and you need to carry rice, flour, oil or something. Almost all of the things he needed to carry were ordinary or exquisite jade boxes, most of which were talismans.

The work is easy, the time is abundant, although there is no relevant benefits for the establishment, but at least there is a preparation, barely a sect handyman, it is a standard pension job, suitable for lying flat life.

The kind that can lie down to the end of the universe!

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"Morning!"

"Morning!"

Wang Zijia entered through the back door, met colleagues at work, nodded to each other, and said hello.

Following the habits of the original owner, he started to work without abnormality, collected the goods to register, and then put them into the warehouse, went to the front office regularly, and waited for the replenishment list.

With such brainless work, coupled with previous memories, it is almost not difficult for Wang Zijia to get started.

Time flickered, and it was time for lunch. In the entire Wanyu Zhai, most of the disciples ate in the big cafeteria, and the seven floors added up to hundreds of work chores.

Therefore, it is very scientific and implements the meal in batches.

Wang Zijia waited until the time point, and a group of warehouse managers in other areas left the warehouse and came to the big canteen, queuing up to eat.

For a while, there was really a kind of day when I went to work and fished in my previous life.

It's crossed, and it's as if it hasn't been crossed!

During the meal, everyone doesn't care about the many windows, because they can be added at will.

There is only one window, and there is a special person in charge, and everyone is most concerned about what is here.

"Old man Xie, if your hands shake again, there will be half a bowl of porridge left in my bowl!"

"You old goods, you want to rub the sect cheaply when you go back, everyone's spiritual food is rationed, if you give you more, others will have less, who do you want me to deduct from the old man?"

", which of your canteens isn't full of oil, and I don't see what to say."

"You're almost done, let the senior brother inside hear it, but there is a good fruit to eat."

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In the team, the old people, either scoundrels or flattering, were familiar with the old man who was cooking at this window, and they just wanted to do more.

When it was finally Wang Zijia's turn, he silently picked up the bowl, and the old man who was cooking glanced at him, paused, and silently gave him a small half spoonful.

"Thank you, old man!"

Wang Zijia was like his predecessor, his face was slightly red, and he bowed his head a little embarrassed to thank him. The old people in the warehouse who were traveling with them saw it, but no one said anything about it.

Wang Zijia came to the seat and looked at the food in front of him.

Forget about the rest, the staple food is actually this bowl of gruel with a slight yellowing in the pale green color.

This is one of the work benefits, a kind of spiritual food provided by the sect, and the amount is ······ It's barely a spiritual food.

The main material is the spiritual rice seedlings planted by the spiritual farmers of the sect, that's right, it's not spiritual rice, and the spiritual rice thing must be at least a quota for outer disciples.

After the rice is harvested, most of the remaining rice seedlings will be made into fodder and used to feed various beasts in the sect.

A small part will be ground into powder and distributed to the major miscellaneous offices as a great benefit. And where the expatriate is assigned, the benefits are even less. To them Wan Yuzhai like this, in fact, it is all good.

The reason why Wang Zijia can cultivate martial arts for a few years and can enter the acquired realm also occupies a large reason.

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At the time when Wang Zijia looked at the rice and was distracted, a warehouse management colleague next to him took out a jade gourd and carefully packed the gruel.

The old man who was about the same age as him on the side said with a smile when he saw this: "Old man Xu, why are you packing again, I haven't seen you eat a meal of spiritual food for a long time!" ”

"Alas, there's no way, my baby, the spiritual root can't work. If you don't take care of it too much, you won't be able to become a miscellaneous member of the sect, and you will be sad in the future. After all, he can't take my class. ”

The old man packed the gruel and spiritual food, and sighed while carefully putting away the gourd.

The old man's surname is Xu, his name is Xu Chenglin, the warehouse manager of the Danyao District, his identity is similar to Wang Zijia, and he is also the second generation of handymen who took over. However, unlike Wang Zijia, who just went to work, this one is sure that he has no spiritual roots and has been working in the warehouse for decades.

I heard that I was lucky, and I gave birth to a son with spiritual roots, and tried to send him to the Zongmen Miscellaneous Courtyard and become a disciple of the Wanyu Sect.

"Hey, who's not!" With Xu Chenglin's words, a kind of warehouse management mood was slightly depressed.

After all, the people who have been mixed into the warehouse management have similar family backgrounds to Wang Zijia, and they are all a group of people who are about to enter the mortal circle.

Wang Zijia didn't interject, eating silently while thinking about the next move.