Ring Ring

I finished buying what I needed in advance and just got to work this afternoon.

Nevertheless, Shiori is an amateur. Roche began by describing the entire range of medications lined up on the store shelves. It would have been very bone breaking to chew out his professional knowledge in the awkward poetic weave of words, but he was surprisingly long minded and good at teaching.

Shiori thinks. I think I'm often surprised about Roche.

(I tend to have a bad image of gala as it seems, but surprisingly smart, surprisingly with lots of books, surprisingly good cook, surprisingly gentle... maybe)

The last part is still uncertain.

But I'm sure he's smart. Shiori put a stop to Roche explaining the characteristics of the medicine in turn.

"Note, please...... Remember, I can't."

When you complain in a pitiful voice,

"Well, sure. Trouble remembering by mistake."

That's what Roche said, handing me a bunch of paper wrapped up in strings. It's shaped like a notebook. Plus, I use an inked feather pen to take notes in Japanese. What medication works, what is the herb used, and how long does it work at a time? Are there any side effects?

The medicine that's always on the store shelf seems to be a good drug to sell. In the winter, there will also be a steady increase in the variety of cold medications.

When Roche finished explaining his medication, he also told me about the type of money in this country. Because it is absolutely necessary knowledge when selling medicine.

"Do you understand somehow? Next I'll teach you how to take care of the herbs in the backyard. When it's over, it's the way the pills are formulated."

"Ugh...... yes"

Roche grinned meanly when she saw the poetry weave coming out of her head pussy and smoke. Sounds like fun for some reason.

In this way, day one ended mostly with a description of the medication and a description of the job description. Anyway, remember, it seems.

And from the second day on, I finally decided to actually make a pill. but it's not such a difficult task because I just need to formulate what Roche says he's giving me about the immediate side.

The basics are simply finely rinsed the dried herbs and stuffed in a bin in combination with other herbs and the like. Which parts of the herb - leaves, stems, roots, etc. - are combined in how many quantities? Poetry weave just has to follow that recipe because the hardest 'recipe' part is already finished by Roche.

Some medicinal herbs lose their effect when dried, so in that case, extract the extract by crushing it raw or filtering its juice over boiled and making the medicine.

"Basically, the ingredients are more concentrated when the herbs are dried in the sun. And it's less likely to rot and better preserve."

Hmm, nodding, Poetry Weave turns the rind. Similar to the feeling of cooking, medication making was a more enjoyable task than I thought.

"This is how we make medicines and take care of the herbal fields, while also serving customers when they come to the store. That's what you do. You got it?

To Roche's words, Shiori replied, "Okay." If I remember anything, I think I can do my job. It's not a job with so much strength or a hard one.

The only thing that worries me is the small number of key customers? But at the hotel, Roche said, "I'm running out of hands on my own," etc...

Shiori wondered if she could keep doing it, although the medication was expensive, one unit at a time. It is also worrying that Roche has no sense of crisis on this matter and has a spare attitude.

But he won't be so swallowing either, so maybe he just didn't have as many guests the last two days that Shiori happened to work out, usually more.

Two weeks passed quickly and Shiori was getting used to this world and to his work a lot. I haven't said the words yet, but they should still have improved over the first.

I can't let go of the notes I took, but I've also somehow learned the names and types of medicinal herbs. Because I see and touch the real thing like every day, it's probably easier to remember than just memorizing it on my desk like an exam study.

"Hello"

The store door rang Karan and an elderly woman came in. Young lady, I have such an impression.

Shiori stops cleaning the shelves and heads to the counter.

"Welcome. What are you looking for?

I say this phrase like every day, so I was able to say it smoothly, although it is still there.

The guest woman said with a gentle smile that she would blink her eyes once she saw Shiori.

"Well, are you the new clerk? The usual guy...... uh, could it have been Mr. Roche. What's wrong with him?

"Store owner, he's out now. I'm a newbie, but listen to me about the medicine."

"Yes. Then... Actually, I, the" moon thing ”is heavy. I always use the medicine here to relieve my pain. But the last one I bought was about to run out, so I thought I'd want the same one... you know what I mean?"

The woman anxiously looked at Shiori. From her point of view, I guess the poetry weave seemed unreliable compared to the Roche.

But Shiori nods loudly like "it's okay".

"I know. The owner told me. Sir, what's your name, Mr. Marie?

"Yes, it is."

"Then this. Same medicine as the previous one. It warms up, helps with headaches, abdominal pain. One pack at a time. Up to three packets a day."

Poetry weave, from the inside of the counter, took out a brown paper bag. There are medicine for menstrual cramps in small portions. Roche told me to prepare Marie because she might be coming. She's been here for, like, two or three years, so I guess she'll know when to run out of drugs.

"Well, thanks. Good."

Marie grinned horribly, paying for her medication.

"Me, the pain is really bad. If I didn't get the pills, I'd have to sleep in bed all day."

"That's tough. Very."

Shiori nodded seriously. I'm lighter, but some of my friends went to the hospital to shoot injections, I don't know.

Marie says.

"But the pills here work really well. I have very little side effects, and they help me every month."

'Medicine works well here'. It was a word that Shiori was often told that she was serving customers, and it was also a word that every time she said it, she knew how awesome Roche was. The recipe for the medicine he makes is so excellent.

Shiori taught it, but that recipe, which goes out of the door, should not, of course, be told to anyone else.

"But I hope you have a girl."

And suddenly Marie says. When Shiori tilted his neck, he went on to explain:

"It's the same in my case, but there are some symptoms that are hard to say for the opposite sex, right? Besides, Mr. Roche is cool, so I'm ashamed to talk about the moon stuff."

"I understand."

Shiori's reply did not depend on the "Roche is cool" part, but on the "heterosexual has difficult symptoms to say" part.

"If it's okay with me, please talk to me again"

"Yeah, thanks. Thank you. See you later."

"Take care."

When Marie left, Shiori decided to let the cleaning resume and take a break when it was over. It's lunch, so we'll have dinner.

Sing a nose song with Humphung while making a vegetable stir fry on Kama which top. It makes me happy when customers say "thank you", not just Marie. I can feel it's helping people.

(Kind of looks good lately. Every day is fun and fulfilling)

That's how Shiori felt. Life in this world and the work of a pharmacist are more familiar to me than I thought.

And Roche was also a much better boss than I expected. If you ask me questions I don't know, they'll tell me politely. Sometimes I get hammered and "whipped," but if Shiori tries to salvage it, he'll buy me cookies and muffins named ”candy."

If I'm just dissatisfied, does it mean that you just told me the first three days of work and I've been out most of the time since?

Roche goes out in the morning, leaving the store to Shiori, the newcomer, to say, "Buy herbs." I know they actually buy it too, but I think it's taking too long to do that.

I may be selling oil somewhere, but I can't complain because Shiori is properly paid his daily wages. Though it is strange that we still get paid properly, even though we still have few customers.

At first I was also worried about living with Roche, but he is now becoming like a guardian and getting along well.

I feel rewarded for my work, I am not unfriendly with my cohabitant and boss, and I try to remember new things every day. Even without a TV or cell phone, Shiori was very happy with her current life.

(I knew it was big that you found a job that suited you. There's so much to remember and so much to do, but my heart feels filled)

I laugh and think about that while serving stir-fried vegetables on a plate.

But there, Shiori stopped moving with Hata.

I mean, I--

"What are you normally familiar with this world...!

I finally realized it in the second week and raised my voice.

"And I forgot about the crust!