I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

As the information flashed through his mind, Wang Zijia showed a 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? Wasn't it 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 to grow up. I'll make some bread or something later." , let it go.”

"Then thank you, Mrs. Wang!" As the prince said these words, he also went back to the house to clean up. Then he came to the center of the yard, under the huge old peach tree, got into a posture 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.

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.

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 a carved jade building.

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 was only theoretically possible to take over, but it did not mean that it could 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.

Such as greeters, shopping guides, tellers, tea receptionists, etc., any job where you can have direct contact with practitioners and may even receive rewards is impossible for ordinary people.

Almost all of them are sect handymen. 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 one penny a month.

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

In general, it is a very easy job.

After all, it is not really a large supermarket like the one in the previous life, where rice, flour, oil, etc. need to be moved. What he needs to move are almost all jade boxes, some ordinary and some exquisite, which mostly contain talismans.

The work is easy and the time is ample. Although there are no related benefits of the establishment, at least there is an establishment, which can barely be regarded as a sect errand, a standard retirement job, suitable for a life of lying down.

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

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"Morning!"

"Morning!"

Wang Zijia entered from the back door and met his colleagues who were working. They nodded and greeted each other.

Following the habit of the original owner, he started to work without any abnormality, collected the goods to register, and then put them into the warehouse, and went to the front hall regularly to wait for the replenishment order, etc.

Such a brainless job, plus the previous memory, Wang Zijia had almost no difficulty in getting started.

Time passed, and it was lunch time. In the whole Wanyuzhai, most of the disciples were eating in the cafeteria. There were hundreds of errands on the seven floors.

So it was very scientific to implement eating in batches.

Wang Zijia waited until the time came, and left the warehouse with a group of warehouse managers from other areas, came to the cafeteria, and lined up for food.

For a moment, it really felt like the days of slacking off at work in the previous life.

It seemed like I had traveled through time, but it didn't seem like I had traveled through time!

When getting food, everyone didn't care about the many windows because they could add and take at will.

There was only one window that was specifically responsible for it, and everyone was most concerned about the things here.

"Old Xie, if your hands keep shaking, 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 has a fixed amount of spiritual food. If you are given more, others will have to have less. Who do you want me to deduct from you?"

"Nonsense, everyone in the cafeteria is eating with oil dripping from their mouths, and no one said anything about fixed amounts."

"It's almost enough for you. If the brothers inside hear it, you will have a hard time."

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In the team, the old men, some rogues, some flattering, were familiar with the old man who was serving food at this window, and they wanted to serve more.

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

"Thank you, old Xie!"

Wang Zijia, like his predecessor, blushed slightly, and bowed his head a little embarrassedly to thank him. The warehouse elders who were traveling with him saw it, but no one said anything about it.

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

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

This is one of the work benefits, a kind of spiritual food provided by the sect, um... barely spiritual food.

The main material is the spiritual rice seedlings grown by the sect's spiritual farmers. That's right, it's not spiritual rice. Spiritual rice is at least available to outer disciples.

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

A small part will be ground into powder and distributed to various miscellaneous offices as a major benefit. And the places where they are sent out have even fewer benefits. In fact, they are all considered good for Wan Yu Zhai.

The reason why Wang Zijia was able to enter the post-natal realm after practicing martial arts for several years is also largely due to this thing.

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While Wang Zijia was staring at the meal, a warehouse manager beside him took out a jade gourd and carefully filled the porridge.

An old man who was about the same age as him said with a smile: "Old Xu, why are you packing again? I haven't seen you eat a proper meal of spiritual food for a long time!"

"Alas, there is no way. My kid has poor spiritual roots. If I don't take care of him more, he will be sad if he can't become a chores in the sect. After all, he can't take over my job."

The old man filled the porridge and spiritual food, and sighed while carefully putting away the gourd.

The old man's surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Chenglin. He is the warehouse manager of the pill area. His status is similar to Wang Zijia, and he is also the second generation of chores who took over. However, unlike Wang Zijia who just started working, this one is confirmed to have no spiritual roots and has been working in the warehouse for decades.

I heard that she was lucky enough to give birth to a son with spiritual roots, and she tried to send him to the sect's chores to become a proper disciple of Wanyu Sect.

"Hey, everyone has one!" Following Xu Chenglin's words, the warehouse manager's mood became a little depressed.

After all, those who sneaked into the warehouse management had a family background similar to Wang Zijia's, and they were all a group of people who were about to enter the mortal circle.

Wang Zijia did not interrupt, but ate his meal silently while thinking about his next move.