As the information flashed through his mind, Wang Zijia showed a somewhat naive smile and said, "Good morning, Sister-in-law Wang. I couldn't sleep, so I got up earlier."

While Wang Dan was tidying up, he replied: "Master, is it time to change shifts again? Didn't you just switch to the day shift less than ten days ago?"

"It's not a shift change. I suddenly felt hungry last night in the kitchen, and then I wanted to make something to eat, and it ended up like this. I'm sorry for Mrs. Wang's trouble." Wang Zijia said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"Young Master, please don't be so polite. It's just some bowls and chopsticks." Wang Dan turned around and went into the kitchen. While cleaning up, he said: "Young Master, it's really time to grow up. I'll make some bread or something in the future."

, let it go."

"Then thank you, Mrs. Wang!" As the prince said these words, he also went back to the house to tidy up. Then he came to the center of the yard, under the huge old peach tree, got into a stance and started practicing martial arts.

This was a habit of my predecessor, and I would practice it several times morning and night.

While Wang Zijia was practicing, she secretly observed the nanny Wang Dan. The nanny kept busy coming in and out. After cleaning up, she started making breakfast again. She was extremely diligent and careful.

Of course, if you don't pay attention, you won't be able to work in their family for nearly ten years.

After observing for a long time, Wang Zijia found no problems for the time being, so he put aside his worries for the time being.

After finishing everything for a while, the other party left in a hurry, probably to do other work. After all, it is very difficult for ordinary mortals to gain a foothold in Wanyu Immortal City.

Work four hours a day, three shifts, one rotation per month.

Because none of the registered civil servants belong to him, he is just a porter, so he has almost no money and only a small salary, which is only one French penny a month.

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

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

We also go to the Appraisal and Purchasing Room to collect the goods purchased by the adults and put them into storage after registration.

The main material is the spiritual rice seedlings grown by the spiritual farmers of the sect. Yes, it is not spiritual rice. Only outer disciples at least have a quota for spiritual rice.

After Wang Zijia finished his breakfast, he stopped practicing martial arts.

The entire attic is pure white and seamless, looking like it was carved and polished from a single piece of top-quality marble.

Such a mindless job, coupled with the memory of the past, makes it almost easy for Wang Zijia to get started.

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This is considered one of the benefits of work, a kind of spiritual food provided by the sect, well... it can barely be regarded as spiritual food.

The old man packed the porridge and spiritual food, carefully put away the gourd, and sighed.

Wanyuzhai sells a lot of things, including talismans, elixirs, spiritual materials, magical tools, etc. It can be regarded as a large supermarket in the world of spiritual practice.

Warehouse management department!

Time flies and it's lunch time. Most of the disciples in Wanyuzhai eat in the large dining hall. On the seven floors combined, there are hundreds of handymen working there.

When the time came, Wang Zijia and a group of warehouse managers from other areas left the warehouse and came to the canteen to queue up for meals.

For a moment, it felt like I was working and fishing in my previous life.

The buildings along the street are no longer uniform ancient-style wooden buildings. Although there are many pavilions and pavilions, in addition to wooden buildings, there are also stone buildings with strange shapes, and there are even shops growing directly from trees.

I have traveled through time, yet it seems as if I have not traveled through time at all!

The old man who was about the same age as him on the side laughed and cursed when he saw this and said: "Old man Xu, why did you pack it again? It's been a long time since I saw you eating a serious meal of spiritual food!"

Following the original owner's habits, he started working without any abnormalities, collected the goods, registered them, put them into storage, and went to the front office regularly to wait for replenishment orders.

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

After all, it's not like a large supermarket like in his previous life, where he needed to carry rice, flour, oil and so on. What he needed to carry were almost all ordinary or exquisite jade boxes, most of which contained talismans.

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

"You old man, you always want to take advantage of the sect. Everyone's spiritual food is rationed. If I give you more, others will have less. Who do you want me to deduct from, old man?"

It is impossible to work here without some qualifications.

And like Wang Zijia, the second generation of handymen and mortals who succeeded him, almost all of them are concentrated in one department.

I called a carriage at the street corner and headed towards the center of the city.

While making meals, everyone didn’t pay attention to the many windows because they could add and take at will.

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

This is where he works. It is one of the top shops in Wanyu Immortal City and belongs to the outer sect of Wanyu Sect.

After the nanny left, he began to walk around the yard. As he wandered around, various related memories of his original self emerged in his mind.

Pavilions and pavilions were everywhere, and the shops were almost all open. The atmosphere was full of life, which made Wang Zijia fully feel that the world was completely different.

After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wanyu City, the core and busiest street, and stopped in front of a huge attic.

"Thank you, old man. If you keep shaking your hands, there will only be half a bowl of porridge left in my bowl!"

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. My baby's spiritual power is not good. If he doesn't take more care of him, he will be sad if he can't become a servant of the sect. After all, he can't take over my class."

What they do is, every hour, they go to the front store to receive replenishment orders and replenish the goods.

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

After paying a little money, I got off the carriage and walked into the core area of ​​Tianyu City.

It has less sense of technology and more sense of fairy fantasy. It is full of fairy atmosphere without losing the atmosphere of human fireworks, and is full of exotic customs.

Forget about other things, the staple food is actually this bowl of light green and slightly yellow gruel.

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The neighborhood where he lives is considered a wealthy area, the streets are clean and the residents are of high quality.

With an identity like Wang Zijia's, he can only succeed in theory, and it does not mean that he can be hereditary. In addition to his father's support, he was able to work here only because he handed over his father's body to the sect for free, and was able to obtain a

The most boring job.

Of course, it is impossible for him to work in such a big place alone. His main responsibility is just the warehouse management of the Fulu area on the first floor.

The reason why Wang Zijia was able to enter the acquired realm after practicing martial arts for several years was also a big reason.

There is only one window with a dedicated person responsible for it, and everyone cares most about what is here.

Wang Zijia entered through the back door and met her colleagues at work, nodding and saying hello to each other.

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

A small part will be ground into powder and distributed to various handyman offices as a big benefit. But in places where they are sent abroad, the benefits are even less. For people like Wan Yuzhai, it is actually pretty good.

We also help various guests to extract relevant spiritual materials, collect various finished products submitted by them, and put them into storage.

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

The old man's surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Chenglin. He is the warehouse manager of the elixir area. His identity is similar to that of Wang Zijia. He is also the second generation handyman who succeeded Wang Zijia. However, unlike Wang Zijia who just went to work, this one definitely has no spiritual roots and has already worked in the warehouse for several times.

Ten years.

There is also a dedicated person responsible for the task of registering and warehousing items.

Wang Zijia was just like his predecessor, his face was slightly red, and he bowed his head a little embarrassedly to thank him. When the old people in the warehouse who were traveling with him saw him, no one said anything to say anything.

So very scientifically, we implemented eating in batches.

"morning!"

It wasn't until the 23rd quarter of the hour, around 8:30, that Wang Zijia tidied up, went to the secret room, took out a dozen jade dharma coins, put on work clothes, and went out.

"You're almost done. Let the senior brothers inside hear it, and you'll reap the rewards."

The work is easy and the time is ample. Although there are no benefits related to establishment, at least there is establishment. I can barely count as a sect handyman. It is a standard pension job, suitable for a peaceful life.

Even though he has the memory of his previous life, it is not his own after all, so all this gives Wang Zijia a familiar and strange feeling, full of novelty.

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While Wang Zijia was looking at the rice, a warehouse manager next to him took out a jade gourd and carefully packed the gruel.

Even during the day, many shops have their own lights flashing in front of them, which are somewhat similar to the neon lights of the past, but completely different.

Overall, it's an easy job.

"Nonsense, everyone in your cafeteria is full of food and doesn't even talk about rations."

Specifically, he was probably the warehouse employee in a large supermarket in his previous life, responsible for moving goods.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie!"

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

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"morning!"

Because the neighborhood in front of it is difficult for ordinary people to enter. If Wang Zijia didn't have a job, even a second-generation immortal would not be able to enter without his father accompanying him.

Jobs such as greeters, shopping guides, tellers, tea receptionists, etc., where one can have direct contact with practitioners and may even receive rewards, cannot be ordinary people.

The carriage took him to the center of the city and stopped a few blocks away from his workplace.

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

In the team, every old man, some scoundrel, some flattering, is familiar with the old man serving food at this window, and they go back and forth just to get more food.

I heard that I was lucky and gave birth to a son with spiritual roots. I planned to send him to the sect's servitor house and become a serious disciple of Wanyu Sect.

"Hey, who's not?" Following Xu Chenglin's words, the warehouse manager felt a little depressed.

After all, those who sneaked into the Treasury had similar family backgrounds to Wang Zijia, and they were all a group of people who were about to enter the mortal circle.

Wang Zijia did not interrupt, but ate in silence while thinking about the next move.
Chapter completed!