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 early."
Wang Dan was tidying up and replied: "Master, it's time to change shifts again, hasn't it been less than ten days since I switched to the day shift?"
"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 bothering Mrs. Wang." Wang Zijia said with a bit of embarrassment while smiling.
"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. "Young Master, it's really time for you 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, and then 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 in the morning and evening.
While Wang Zijia was practicing, she secretly observed the nanny Wang Dan. The other party kept busy in and out, and after finishing cleaning up, he started making breakfast again, 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 a moment, everything was done, and 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.
After Wang Zijia finished his breakfast, he stopped practicing martial arts.
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.
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.
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The neighborhood he lives in is considered a wealthy area. The streets are clean and the residents are of high quality.
There are pavilions and pavilions everywhere, and the shops are almost all open. The atmosphere is full of life, which makes Wang Zijia fully feel that the world is completely different.
Called a carriage at the street corner and headed towards the center of the city.
The carriage took him to the center of the city and stopped a few blocks away from work.
Because the neighborhood in front 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 get in without his father accompanying him.
After paying some silver, he got off the carriage and walked into the core area of Wanyu City.
As soon as you enter here, you can clearly feel the difference from other areas.
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 strange-shaped stone buildings and even shops growing directly from trees.
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 previous life, but completely different.
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.
Even though he has the memory of his previous life, it is not his own after all, so all this gives Wang Zijia a sense of familiar strangeness and full of novelty.
After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wanyu City, the core and busiest street, and stopped in front of a huge attic.
The attic has seven floors and is more than 30 meters high. It is considered a relatively tall building in the fairy city.
The entire attic is pure white and seamless, looking like it was carved and polished from a single piece of top-quality marble.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as jade with carved railings.
On the attic door, there is a plaque with three words on it: Wan Yuzhai!
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.
It is impossible to work here without some qualifications.
With a status like Wang Zijia's, it is only theoretically possible to take over, but it does not mean that it can be hereditary. He was able to work here not only because of his father's debt, but also because he handed over his father's body to the sect for free, and was able to get the most unprofitable job.
As his thoughts flickered, Wang Zijia bypassed the front door and walked towards the back door.
There are a lot of things sold in Wanyuzhai, including talismans, elixirs, spiritual materials, magical tools, etc. It can be regarded as a large supermarket in the world of cultivation.
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.
Almost all of them are sect servants. Some are old enough to be sent abroad, and some are directly assigned here.
And like Wang Zijia, the second generation of handymen and mortals who succeeded him, almost all of them were concentrated in one department.
Warehouse management department!
In addition, there is a dedicated person responsible for the task of registering and warehousing items.
What they do is, every hour, they go to the front store to receive replenishment orders and replenish the goods.
We also go to the appraisal and purchase room to collect the goods purchased by the adults, and put them into storage after registration.
We also help various guests extract relevant spiritual materials, collect various finished products submitted by them, and put them into storage.
Of course, in such a big place, it is impossible for him to work alone. His main responsibility is just the warehouse management of the Fulu area on the first floor.
Specifically, he was probably the warehouse employee in a large supermarket in his previous life, responsible for moving goods.
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 about one French penny a month.
Work four hours a day, three shifts, one rotation per month.
Overall, it's an easy job.
After all, it's not really a large supermarket like the previous life, where you need to carry rice, flour, oil and so on. What he needs to transport are almost all ordinary or exquisite jade boxes, most of which contain talismans.
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.
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 and met her colleagues at work, nodding and saying hello to each other.
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.
Such a mindless job, coupled with the memory of the past, makes it almost easy for Wang Zijia to get started.
Time flies and it's lunch time. In the entire Wanyuzhai, most of the disciples eat in the large dining hall. The seven floors combined have hundreds of people working as handymen.
So it is very scientific and we implement eating in batches.
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.
I have traveled through time, yet it seems as if I have not traveled through time at all!
While making meals, everyone didn’t pay much attention to the many windows, because they could add and take at will.
There is only one window with a dedicated person responsible for it, and everyone cares most about what is here.
"Thank you, old man. If you keep shaking your hands, there will only be half a bowl of porridge left in my bowl!"
"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 deprive you of, old man?"
"Nonsense, no one in your cafeteria is full of food, and there is no mention of rations."
"You're almost done. Let the senior brothers inside hear it, and you'll be rewarded."
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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.
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.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie!"
Wang Zijia looked like her predecessor, with a slightly red face, and bowed her head slightly embarrassed to thank her. The old warehouse people who were traveling with him saw him, but no one said anything.
Wang Zijia came to her seat and looked at the food in front of her.
Forget about other things, the staple food is actually this bowl of light green and slightly yellow gruel.
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 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 the spiritual rice is harvested, most of the remaining rice seedlings will be made into feed and used to feed various beasts in the sect.
A small part will be ground into powder and distributed to various handymen offices as a great benefit. In places where you are assigned, the benefits are even less. Those like Wan Yuzhai are actually pretty good.
This thing also accounts for a large reason why Wang Zijia was able to enter the acquired realm after practicing martial arts for several years.
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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 filled the gruel.
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 spiritual meal seriously!"
"Oh, there's nothing I can do. My baby has a weak spirit. If he doesn't take more care of him, he will be sad if he can't become a sect servant. After all, he can't take over my class."
The old man packed the gruel and spiritual food, carefully put away the gourd, and sighed.
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, and he is also the second generation of handyman who succeeded him. But unlike Wang Zijia who just went to work, this one definitely has no spiritual roots and has been working in the warehouse for decades.
I heard that I was lucky enough to give birth to a son with spiritual roots, and I planned to send him to the sect's servants' courtyard to become a serious disciple of Wanyu Sect.
"Hey, who is not!" Following Xu Chenglin's words, the warehouse manager's mood became slightly 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.
