"Who is this~"
Jenkins couldn't help complaining that his sleep was disturbed by the noise from the street early in the morning. He reached out to touch his pocket watch, and it was only just six o'clock.
"God, today is Saturday!"
He raised his hand and touched the cat that was making a "Woo~" sound, then got up and lit the gas lamp, put on slippers and a coat hanging in the hall, opened the door and went out.
The sky was gloomy, and coupled with the bad air, Nolan was still pitch black at six o'clock in the morning.
The streetlight at the door hadn't gone out, so Jenkins could see a ragged man squatting on the ground, picking up some metal trash, with a rusty wheelbarrow beside him.
This is obviously a homeless man or a scavenger. It is probably because the trolley accidentally tipped over and spilled things when passing by here, which made such a noise.
Hearing the sound of the door opening from the house behind him, the man turned around in embarrassment. His face was fairly clean, but his hair was "shiny" from not washing for a long time. The sunken eye circles are serious, which seems to be due to long-term starvation, but judging from the body shape, it does not seem to be skinny.
He looked at Jenkins in panic, then stumbled and explained:
"I'm sorry, sir. I thought I might have disturbed you. I'm sorry, but I'll leave immediately."
"It's okay, you can pick it up slowly."
There are a large number of homeless and homeless people in Nolan, and even the church and the city hall cannot change this situation. Jenkins sympathizes with such people, but he has no power to change this era. Although as usual, homeless people are not allowed to enter the neighborhood of St. George Street, but Jenkins will not actively drive him away.
After tightening his collar, the man went to the fence and picked up the newspaper from the ground, which was stuffed in by the deliveryman through the gap in the fence. But it was still too early for the milkman and the postman to arrive.
He yawned and turned to go back into the house, but fumbled in his pocket again and found a one-shilling piece.
"Oh, good morning and good luck."
Saying that, he tossed the coin at the man under the street lamp. The man subconsciously turned around to catch it, looked at the money in his hand in surprise, then immediately stood up, took off the broken hat, and bowed to Jenkins:
"Good morning, sir, and have a lucky day."
It was just a small thing at the beginning of the day, and although I woke up early, the feeling of exhaustion did not carry over to the day. Jenkins hopes the day will be as lucky as the scavengers have blessed him, but his life has never been short of surprises.
Breakfast started an hour later. When reading the newspaper, Jenkins was very depressed when he saw the news of homeless people who were frozen to death in the city.
In recent weeks, the headlines of the news have been dominated by the news of the general election of the Kingdom Council. Although the actual change of office took place in June, this did not prevent reporters from continuing to pay attention to this matter.
In particular, in the past few days, a series of lace news about some congressmen broke out, which made the people excited. Although Jenkins didn't like to pay attention to this kind of thing, it was not a bad joke for breakfast.
In fact, according to his thinking, people who are caught by other people's husbands are not qualified to be members of parliament. After all, this shows that their intellectual security is not qualified.
"If I go to ****... no, why should I go to ****?"
He felt that what he was thinking about was very bad, but he didn't see the chocolate on the side laughing.
In addition to the lace news from the members of parliament, the announcement of the visit of the King Cheslan's royal family, and the discovery of the serial murder case half a century ago, Jenkins finally found the news about the air protection bill from the third page of the newspaper this time. But the area of the news is very small, only occupying a short paragraph, which roughly means that the protection bill is going smoothly.
"It went well?"
Jenkins turned his head and looked at the dark street outside the window again, "They call this 'smooth'?"
At least that's what the papers said, but Jenkins didn't think anyone would believe it.
The scope of the air protection bill is not just the city of Nolan, but the entire country is covered by the bill. Due to various reasons, the pollution situation in Nolan City is the most serious.
The city had enacted a rule two years ago to limit polluted air from factories, but that inconspicuous rule did nothing in the end. Jenkins believes that the kingdom's bill will probably have the same ending this time, after all, too many people's interests are involved.
When he went out, he still looked up at the gray sky, and at the same time remembered the professor's opinion about the fog outside the city:
[This is a combination of the sins of mortals themselves, the punishment of nature, the conspiracy of the bestower, and the influence of supernatural beings...]
"There will be a price to pay someday."
he said softly.
Jenkins no longer needs to collect the bill today, because today is the weekend, and there may be no one to collect the bill. Dad found a very thick book, and it took Jenkins two weeks to read it and submit a report. He immediately felt that his life would become full again.
At noon, the children in the street brought letters to Dad. But Dad declined Jenkins' invitation to travel with him and entrusted the store to his care.
It wasn't the first time Jenkins was looking at the store, and he didn't think he'd run into something he couldn't fix. He planned to spend the whole afternoon reading, and Chocolate planned to spend the other afternoon sleeping.
But accidents will always affect the plan of one person and one cat, especially when they long for a peaceful life. Around two o'clock, someone pushed open the door of the antique shop.
"Welcome... Oh, Miss Audrey. Oh, this is..."
It was Jenkins' astronomy teacher and a mature middle-aged woman who came to the antique shop. Although she looks very noble at this time, like those so-called old ladies who came out of the old family, but according to the color, size, spin speed and position of the ability light spot, this is undoubtedly the person who met before the No. 34 Lane de Gaulle incident. The lunatic-like bestower.
"Miss Audrey, do you have anything to ask Dad? He has something to do. It seems that there is something wrong with the store in the warehouse area. You..."
"No, Jenkins, I didn't come to see Dad, I came to see you... and this lady too."
Miss Audrey's last words showed an extremely reluctant tone, but the middle-aged woman beside her was not angry at all.
"I?"
Jenkins pointed at himself, looked suspiciously at the stranger next to Miss Audrey, then nodded slowly:
"Okay then... please sit down, I'll go get some tea. I remember that my father's friend sent some good tea from Shire, and he shouldn't mind me using them to entertain guests."