The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

He narrowed his eyes and said something to Ye Jia, who was following behind him.

"Send a message."

"Control all blood resources in the entire region."

She paused for a moment as she spoke.

"Especially the black market..."

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Chapter Eleven: What does the regulation of blood products have to do with me, a duck blood seller?

The next day.

When Xiao Jiang received the news about the district-wide blood product control measures, she was busy hanging up a sign at the entrance of her shop.

She made it herself with wood, and she also painted the words on it herself.

She hammered the nails into the wall one by one.

But I hadn't even had a chance to appreciate it yet.

A familiar voice reached her ears.

"Little Jiang..."

"Don't rush."

"Come over and register."

register?

When Xiao Jiang turned around, she saw that it was the community director, who was holding a form and waving at her.

then…

"What?"

Blood product control?

"Am I not a duck blood seller?"

The corpse stared in disbelief.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Duck blood is also a blood product."

"This is a temporary notice from above."

As Chen Xinlan spoke, she handed over the form and pen she was holding.

then.

She stood outside, looking at the worried little girl inside.

To be honest, I'm actually quite happy.

Because from her perspective.

This round of blood product controls might be an opportunity for this girl to face reality.

It can make her realize.

Making duck blood at the market is a dead end.

That way, maybe this girl will consider working in their community.

"See?"

"So, Xiao Jiang."

"Stop killing the chicken."

“Come work in the community. I think with your personality, you can work there for a few years, and when I retire, the position of director will definitely be yours.”

who ever thought.

Upon hearing this, Butcher Xiao Jiang felt as if he had been pricked in the butt with a needle.

No, no, no.

"I'll register."

"I'll register!"

In the end, all she could do was write down the amount of duck blood she had at home and the approximate amount she made each day.

Meanwhile, Chen Xinlan watched as the girl handed over the form with a displeased expression.

He chuckled softly.

He then took out a card from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is…?"

The corpse thought this was yet another strange file command and looked on warily.

But when she heard the other party say "a replacement ID card", she was shocked.

moment.

The surprise was written all over his face.

He took the card and stared at the name and photo on it for a long time.

Although the face above still looks like it's covered in scars.

But the sense of belonging from this recognition still made her unable to resist saying thank you.

To know.

Although ID cards may seem dispensable in everyday life.

But when you actually need it, you really can't do without it.

For example, applying for bank cards or phone cards.

Speaking of this, Xiao Jiang suddenly remembered that when he first crawled out of his coffin, he wanted to spend the night in an internet cafe, but he was kicked out because he didn't have an ID card.

And now...

Ok.

I'll go check it out there when I have time.

This will happen.

Xiao Jiang was just about to properly thank the community director.

Then another item was handed to them.

This time, Xiao Jiang thought it was good news again.

He happily reached out and took it, then opened it.

What catches the eye is...

Admission Notice from the Vocational Nursing School in the East Seventh District

Jiang Shi: "..."

.........

Xiao Jiang eventually accepted the acceptance letter.

The reason is still inseparable from the concept of "blood".

Leaving aside other matters.

Given the nature of the nursing profession.

This means that it is easier for them to come into contact with blood products than other professions.

and.

The community director also said so.

The course schedule is adjustable.

I'll spend my mornings slaughtering chickens and selling duck blood at the market, and my afternoons learning how to draw blood.

All right.

but.

Just as Jiang was imagining himself drinking blood bags like beverages in the hospital,

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the stall.

"Boss Jiang..."

"Would it be convenient for us to chat...?"

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Five minutes later.

In the butcher's yard.

Xiao Jiang took a small stool out of the room and handed it to the middle-aged man who was looking around, saying with a simple and honest look:

"Captain Xue."

"My house is dirty, please don't mind."

Hearing the sound.

The latter withdrew his gaze from the blood-red basin on the ground and smiled silently.

He took the stool and sat down.

"Your duck blood tastes very good."

"I love so much."

Is it really that delicious?

In his past life, Xiao Jiang loved sweets, and would only try things like hot pot and duck blood when he remembered them.

The result is now.

So many people say that her duck blood is delicious.

This made her begin to doubt the veracity of the story.

of course.

It's also possible that duck blood was used as a way to start a conversation to avoid awkwardness.

and so.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"If Captain Xue likes them, he can take two freshly made pieces back to try."

In this regard.

The latter gave a dismissive smile.

Then, just when Xiao Jiang thought the other party was getting down to business.

Here comes another inexplicable question.

"Little Jiang."

"Your full name is Jiang Shi, right?"

"May I ask, where is your hometown...?"

Oh.

To find out the details.