The haze of the plague that had been pressing over the city since two months ago was finally broken with the news of the plague cure.
Maybe Jenkins doesn't care about these, but for ordinary people living in this kind of city, the plague with extremely high fatality rate and extremely terrifying symptoms is a disaster that makes everyone breathless.
Even though the times are advancing and the steam industry is developing, the fear of epidemic diseases inherited from ancient times is still unbearable for ordinary people.
A carnival-like scene appeared on the street in the early morning after the rain, and people spontaneously appeared on the street to celebrate that they had survived another disaster. Even those who were still asleep or did not get the good news at the first time, learned the news amidst the cheers that gradually sounded, and joined the growing team of celebrations.
Because there were too many people on the street, Jenkins had no choice but to stand on the street corner and dodge. There was a faint smile on his face. Although he couldn't change the times, he was able to make some insignificant contributions by relying on his own strength.
He didn't belong here originally, but the constant life and constant stay made Jen Jin an individual with the atmosphere of the city.
Looking at the city celebrating in the morning light, Jenkins felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"I am not serious about the enjoyment of material life, I pay more attention to the satisfaction of spiritual life... I am really a noble person."
He praised himself in his heart, and at the same time reminded himself not to be too arrogant, and walked back to the street full of cheers and sunshine.
Even with the crowds cheering on the road early in the morning, Jenkins underestimated the impact.
When it was almost nine o'clock, he was chatting with his father about yesterday's church search for the tattoo bearer according to the clues of the mysterious person. Aunt Sally from the store next door suddenly opened the door and walked in beamingly. Gave the antique store a bunch of garlands for decoration.
"Decure quickly, there will be a celebratory procession through St. George's Street at noon."
The chubby Aunt Sally squinted her eyes and said with a smile, and handed the string of flowers to Jenkins.
"I said Oliver, today is such a day worth celebrating, why do you let little Jenkins study so hard. You should relax occasionally, after all, today is really a special day."
She left with excitement, and Jenkins looked at the decorations in his hand with some puzzlement:
"Is this a bit exaggerated? A celebration parade? Is this really necessary?"
"Of course there is. Anyone who knows about the great plague 30 years ago understands the horror of that disease. Now that the church has clearly announced that it has obtained effective treatment methods, this means that the disaster that swept across half of the continent 30 years ago will never There it is again. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if someone announced that today is going to be a holiday... well, that's unlikely, since a statutory holiday means a lot of trouble... Jenkins, what are you doing, Hurry up and hang up the decorations, the parade will come in a while, but we can’t be the only store without any decorations, I don’t want to lose face among the neighbors.”
The old man asked Jenkins to put down the books in his hands and decorate the shop. Although Jenkins was still puzzled by such a big celebration, he still did it. Of course, he quickly figured out the impact of this extremely lethal plague on ordinary people in this era, so the sense of loneliness in his heart became stronger again.
Gradually sublimating himself, he has a slightly different perspective from ordinary people in terms of looking at things. At least in this matter, Jenkins has never regarded the plague as a disaster. Compared with this, the remaining two umbilical cords of the Son of God who disappeared and the possible angel descending ceremony are the real disasters.
Today's Nolan is very lively. The celebration started in the morning, but it didn't end in the afternoon. It seemed like the whole city was out on the streets, everyone was smiling, Jenkins had never seen so many people during the day on a weekday.
Even the business of the antique shop was affected by this festive atmosphere. From ten o'clock in the morning to lunch time, two big deals were made. This time the old man was in a better mood, and he even rarely asked about Jenkins' recent affairs with the girls during lunch.
The good weather and lively celebrations made Jenkins happy too. When the parade passed by here at noon, he deliberately took the cat to the roof to watch the parade.
Although it is impossible to prepare good props in a hurry, the outfits that the parade team can barely make up are enough to be called perfect. The parade will start from the pier and go all the way through the city to the mining area where the plague has caused heavy casualties.
"Would you like to join the parade with Chocolate?"
After coming down from the roof, Dad asked like this.
Jenkins twirled the small piece of colored paper stuck to his clothes with his hands, which was stained when he sprinkled it down just now. Although he was happy, he still shook his head:
"I've already seen the parade, there's no need to join in the fun again."
"Since you don't plan to go out this afternoon, you might as well deliver a letter for me."
As he spoke, the old man took out the sealed envelope and handed it to Jenkins, and added:
"The address is Ruthwald Street, Yorktown, in the country. In order to get back to the city before dinner after delivering the letter and picking up things, you'd better take a carriage."
"I'd like to go see a tour..."
"You have said that you don't want to go. Young man, you have to be straightforward and decisive, and you can't hesitate."
The old man said with a smile, and put the money for the carriage ride on the envelope by the way.
"It will probably be seven o'clock in the evening when you come back after delivering the letter. Just go home and be careful on the way."
Involuntarily, he handed Jenkins his coat and hat, and took the cane leaning against the corner.
"Are you really going?"
Jenkins had never minded hard labor, but a small country town was too far to deliver a letter.
"It's a very important letter. You must personally deliver it to the address I said, and then bring back the box given by the recipient. Jenkins, you are the only one I can trust."
He patted Jenkins on the shoulder, then turned around and handed him a brand new umbrella:
"Look at the weather. It will rain in the evening. To reward your hard work, you can use this brand new umbrella."
"..."
Jenkins could only leave the antique shop on this sunny and festive noon.