Chapter: 229
Her father and brother lowered their heads and said in a low voice, "We'll go to the pier to find something to do."
"But we don't even have the bread money for the day after tomorrow... Maybe we have to move to the innermost part of the lower street..." Hai Liye's mother looked at her with red eyes, "When will you get your salary? It's 10 sou Leh, right?"
Hai Liye pinched her forehead again: "Well, Saturday, Saturday."
She didn't say anything more, she was as quiet as usual, and she went back to the factory the next day and told the supervisor that the headache was gone and there was no problem.
She smiled, walked 5 kilometers to work every day, and then walked 5 kilometers home, rubbing her head more and more frequently.
"Haven't you found a job yet?" Hai Liye looked at the black bread boiled in the soup and couldn't help asking her father and brother.
Her father said distressedly: "Recently, the downturn has caused layoffs in many places. Even the wharf works one day and one day off, and only gets 3 soli and 7 pence a week."
Hai Liye sighed and didn't say anything more, she was as quiet as ever, but quietly hid her left hand that was suddenly twitching behind her back.
The next day, she walked to work again, the sun was gradually shining, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually changed from less to more.
Suddenly, she twitched, and her whole body was twitching.
She fell on the side of the road, foaming from her mouth.
She looked at the sky, and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, people approaching, a carriage passing by, and the coat of arms of the Deville family white dove spreading its wings.
She tried to open her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.
So, she still didn't say anything, just as quiet as usual.
But unlike usual, she died.
The picture began to distort, blur, and disappear.
Klein broke away from that dream-like experience, and his eyes adapted to the darkness of the bedroom.
He knew that his elder brother Benson had a weekly salary of 1 pound and 10 soli, which was 30 soli, and it was very hard for him and Melissa to support himself and Melissa according to normal civilian standards.
He thought that the weekly wages of most workers could reach 20 soli.
He heard from Melissa that in the lower street of Iron Cross Street, there are families with five, seven, or even ten members living in the same room.
He learned from Benson that in the past few months, due to the situation in the Southern Continent, the kingdom experienced an economic downturn.
He had learned that a housemaid who provided board and lodging could earn 3 soli and 6 pence to 6 soli a week.
Klein stretched out his hand, pinching the space between his brows, and didn't speak for a long time, until Sir Deville, who was lying on the bed, said, "Officer, don't you say something? The psychiatrist I hired before will talk to me in this environment. Chat, ask questions."
"However, I did feel a sense of peace. I almost fell asleep just now, but I didn't hear any moaning or crying."
"How did you do it?"
Klein leaned against the back of the rocking chair, and instead of answering questions, he said in a calm voice, "Sir, do you know about lead poisoning? Do you know the dangers of lead?"
"..." Deville, who was lying on the bed, was silent for a few seconds, "I didn't know before, but I found out later, you mean, my psychological problems, or mental illnesses, are caused by feeling guilty. Glazing girl feeling guilty?"
Without waiting for Klein to answer, he said to himself as if he had seized the initiative every time he negotiated: "Yes, I did feel guilty, but I have already made up for them. In the porcelain factory, the salary each worker can get is much higher than in the same place. In Backlund, the weekly salary of the lead workers and female glazers does not exceed 8 soli, and I pay them 10 soli, and more."
"Oh, many people accused me of making them lose their morals and make it difficult to recruit workers. If it weren't for the abolition of the "Corn Law", many farmers went bankrupt and went to the city, they would have to follow me to raise their wages."
"And I also told the factory supervisors to keep workers who had repeated headaches and blurred vision away from the place where they could be exposed to lead, and if they were seriously ill, they could apply for assistance from my charitable fund." JrNovels.com
"But we don't even have the bread money for the day after tomorrow... Maybe we have to move to the innermost part of the lower street..." Hai Liye's mother looked at her with red eyes, "When will you get your salary? It's 10 sou Leh, right?"
Hai Liye pinched her forehead again: "Well, Saturday, Saturday."
She didn't say anything more, she was as quiet as usual, and she went back to the factory the next day and told the supervisor that the headache was gone and there was no problem.
She smiled, walked 5 kilometers to work every day, and then walked 5 kilometers home, rubbing her head more and more frequently.
"Haven't you found a job yet?" Hai Liye looked at the black bread boiled in the soup and couldn't help asking her father and brother.
Her father said distressedly: "Recently, the downturn has caused layoffs in many places. Even the wharf works one day and one day off, and only gets 3 soli and 7 pence a week."
Hai Liye sighed and didn't say anything more, she was as quiet as ever, but quietly hid her left hand that was suddenly twitching behind her back.
The next day, she walked to work again, the sun was gradually shining, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually changed from less to more.
Suddenly, she twitched, and her whole body was twitching.
She fell on the side of the road, foaming from her mouth.
She looked at the sky, and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, people approaching, a carriage passing by, and the coat of arms of the Deville family white dove spreading its wings.
She tried to open her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.
So, she still didn't say anything, just as quiet as usual.
But unlike usual, she died.
The picture began to distort, blur, and disappear.
Klein broke away from that dream-like experience, and his eyes adapted to the darkness of the bedroom.
He knew that his elder brother Benson had a weekly salary of 1 pound and 10 soli, which was 30 soli, and it was very hard for him and Melissa to support himself and Melissa according to normal civilian standards.
He thought that the weekly wages of most workers could reach 20 soli.
He heard from Melissa that in the lower street of Iron Cross Street, there are families with five, seven, or even ten members living in the same room.
He learned from Benson that in the past few months, due to the situation in the Southern Continent, the kingdom experienced an economic downturn.
He had learned that a housemaid who provided board and lodging could earn 3 soli and 6 pence to 6 soli a week.
Klein stretched out his hand, pinching the space between his brows, and didn't speak for a long time, until Sir Deville, who was lying on the bed, said, "Officer, don't you say something? The psychiatrist I hired before will talk to me in this environment. Chat, ask questions."
"However, I did feel a sense of peace. I almost fell asleep just now, but I didn't hear any moaning or crying."
"How did you do it?"
Klein leaned against the back of the rocking chair, and instead of answering questions, he said in a calm voice, "Sir, do you know about lead poisoning? Do you know the dangers of lead?"
"..." Deville, who was lying on the bed, was silent for a few seconds, "I didn't know before, but I found out later, you mean, my psychological problems, or mental illnesses, are caused by feeling guilty. Glazing girl feeling guilty?"
Without waiting for Klein to answer, he said to himself as if he had seized the initiative every time he negotiated: "Yes, I did feel guilty, but I have already made up for them. In the porcelain factory, the salary each worker can get is much higher than in the same place. In Backlund, the weekly salary of the lead workers and female glazers does not exceed 8 soli, and I pay them 10 soli, and more."
"Oh, many people accused me of making them lose their morals and make it difficult to recruit workers. If it weren't for the abolition of the "Corn Law", many farmers went bankrupt and went to the city, they would have to follow me to raise their wages."
"And I also told the factory supervisors to keep workers who had repeated headaches and blurred vision away from the place where they could be exposed to lead, and if they were seriously ill, they could apply for assistance from my charitable fund." JrNovels.com
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