Chapter 6
Author: Jack Black
last update2025-01-07 10:39:39

Whether it can be used or not is another matter. Now Mia is faced with a problem first, which is to solve the sanitation of the herbal medicine store.

Too many things happened in Colette's herbal medicine store in one day, and Anne is like this now. She has to make these things work no matter how tired she is.

But to her surprise, when she used two pieces of bread paste from the kitchen that was so hard that it could knock out her teeth to satisfy her appetite and went to the store, Perry had already helped clean up the empty space in the herbal medicine store that was previously stained with blood, and she didn't have to do it herself.

"Are you feeling better?" Perry saw Mia appear, put down the bucket in her hand and asked, "When I went to see you this morning, you were still sleeping, so I didn't disturb you. And Anne, she doesn't look very well..."

Anne kept crying. Although she didn't cry out loud because there was a child sleeping next to her, it was obvious that her bad mood could not be solved in a short time. Perry felt that it might take her a long time to get out of this shadow.

"Much better, they don't hurt so much now." Mia said softly, looking up at Perry, "But I think we need a little help, Perry, can you come here every day? Maybe Tony can be asked to collect herbs?"

The Colette herbal medicine store used to be managed by Arthur and Anne, and Marina, a girl who was not yet an adult, helped out. But in the current situation, Anne needs time to relieve the pain, and she just had a miscarriage and it is not suitable for her to get up from the bed and work immediately; as for herself, Mia touched the ear on the injured side of her face. In terms of physical injuries, this body is not much better. She has lost her life and lost too much blood. It also takes time to recuperate. It is better not to torture herself.

Perry is a suitable candidate. She does not have a stable and formal job. She usually earns sporadic income by doing some sewing and laundry work for others. In addition, she will let the children in the family go to the suburbs of London to collect various herbs, sort them after gathering, and find the ones that can be used to sell them to Colette's herbal medicine store to earn more money.

Together with her husband who worked as a porter at the dock, the couple and their three children did not live comfortably.

"Fifteen shillings a week, plus a lunch, responsible for receiving guests and doing some simple herbal medicine work." Without waiting for Perry to speak, Mia continued to offer her conditions, "The money is not much, but the business of the herbal medicine store will gradually get better after it recovers."

After she woke up, she thought about it carefully and felt that neither she nor Anne had the ability to continue running the herbal medicine store in the current situation.

It's not that she doesn't have the ability, it's just that she is too fragile.

Anne, who had just had a miscarriage and was severely mentally stimulated, plus her body that had just been resurrected, continued fatigue could really cause a series of problems.

And her current face is not suitable for some reception work - are you afraid that it won't scare people to death?

I've never seen a person who has to keep one side of his face facing outward every day as a front desk teller!

Now it depends on whether Perry is willing to accept such a job. After all, the salary of fifteen shillings a week is really hard to say, and the difference between less and nothing is really not that big. But the business of Colette's herbal medicine shop is not good enough to compare with those pharmacies in the wealthy streets of London. This is Whitechapel, not Chelsea. How can you expect to earn the salary of the rich area every week?

And the lower-level staff in Chelsea don't earn much.

Mia sighed. If you don't consider that this shop belongs to Colette, Arthur's weekly salary is only 25 shillings. Anne and Marina don't get any salary at all.

With the economic level of Whitechapel, it is better to consider survival first and then think about making money, otherwise it is easy to cause a heart attack.

"Oh..." Perry was surprised for a moment and then said quickly without hesitation, "No problem! Uh, I mean I'm happy to come and help!"

God, this is a completely unexpected gain, okay?

Perry didn't expect that she could get a stable job. Yes, yes, of course it is a stable job. She knows Anne and knows what Mia's face means. At least in the short term, this job will always exist. Besides, the herbal medicine shop doesn't always have customers. She can do some other manual work in her spare time, which is much better and easier than those laundry jobs.

And there is Tony, her son also has a part-time job, which is equivalent to an income that falls out of thin air. Why not agree?

Perrie is not the kind of person who is ambitious.

She knows that her neighbor can not only eat and drink for free, but also get a salary of 16 pounds a year as a maid, which is much more than her income, but she can't do this job.

Being a maid for a rich family sounds like a simple thing, but it is not easy to find such a job that can earn 16 pounds a year. She needs to master various maid skills, including but not limited to cooking, caring for children and patients, efficient cleaning skills... and even some medical care knowledge. If she encounters a family with higher requirements, she needs to have more abilities.

But Perrie herself can't even read!

Her ability to distinguish various herbs, which she was best at, was worthless in such a family. Families that could afford to hire maids did not need someone like her who could only distinguish herbs but could not use them well. They had doctors who could solve these problems. As for other things, she did not have the channels and qualifications to be a maid who could earn 16 pounds a year. She could only be a low-level laundry maid or dishwasher. But even for maids of this level, the competition was fierce. There were too many girls younger than her as competitors. She, who had two children to take care of at home, was obviously not the choice of those high-ranking housekeepers.

"Then how about starting today?" Mia blinked and asked gently.

Thank God, she did not have to drag her head that was hit and her body that was also in pain to work, otherwise, Colette's herbal medicine shop would probably have to be closed directly!

"No problem!" Perry had no objection at all. She quickly entered her role and began to tidy up the herbal medicine shop.

She had just cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground, because she was worried that these things would affect the business of the herbal medicine store and lose an important income. Now she not only did not lose this important income, but also got a job, and Perry's fighting spirit immediately surged up.

Counting the twenty shillings her husband earned every week, their family can now have a fixed income of thirty-five shillings per week. Adding some miscellaneous income, their disposable income per week has exceeded forty shillings!

Although it can't be compared with those rich people, a frugal life can also save some money for various expenses, which is much better than before. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

Perry was full of energy to sort out the mess in the herbal medicine store caused by the fight. Mia was also familiar with the location of the herbs and prepared for the next work.

It was said that Perry was responsible for negotiating with customers, but Colette Herbal Medicine Store not only sold herbs, but also sold some finished medicines. Perry didn't know these things at all, and she was needed to be the picker.

Mia didn't count on Anne at all. When she came to the front, she took a look at Anne and finally coaxed the crying Anne to sleep. Now she just hoped that she wouldn't cry too much and leave irreversible sequelae on her body. She didn't even think about pulling this poor woman out of bed and returning to the place where her husband was brutally killed to recall the past excitement.

What if the excitement was too great and she went crazy?

There was another thing. Would the person who killed Arthur Colette come back here again?

So far, no one knew why the murderer wanted to kill Arthur, and no one knew his purpose for killing, so Mia couldn't let go.

The elements were too lacking. She really couldn't judge the murderer's situation by the bloodstains on the ground - she didn't even see the body. The scene was nothing but blood, and it was blood in dim light. She could at most judge the position of the body's fall, and maybe she could guess the murderer's height and approximate strength based on the position of the bloodstains splashed on the wall. There was really nothing more.

The intruding police not only took away Arthur's body, but also trampled the bloodstains at the scene into a mess, so that she had no way to distinguish the owner of those bloody footprints. After that, the diligent Perry cleaned up these last traces, leaving no clues at all, and she couldn't make any inferences.

Well, except that the other party should be a strong man, and there is a great possibility that he has battlefield experience.

For the rest, she needs to see Arthur's body to make more judgments.

But now Arthur's body is kept in the police station in Whitechapel. What should she do to meet this dead father?

Looking at the busy Perry, Mia was silent for a while, and slowly said, "Perry, do you know who the policeman who came to the herbalist yesterday was?"

She only saw one policeman at the Clarendon Clinic, the policeman who claimed to be Mr. Reed, but she didn't see the other policeman who pulled her face off the herbal knife.

Compared to Sheriff Reed, who seemed to have a higher rank, she felt that it might be easier to deal with the policeman who sent her to the clinic.

After all, most people have special feelings for the animals they rescued by themselves, so it should be the same for humans?

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