MDMP Chapter 11.1

Lu Zhou didn’t expect to meet Zhao Suisui, a clingy person, when he came to the cafeteria for a meal.

He subconsciously wanted to run, but he felt that he had done nothing wrong. Why should he run? So, he sat still and didn’t move.

Zhao Suisui quickly arrived at Lu Zhou’s table.

The mahogany chair in the cafeteria was a bit high, so Zhao Suisui climbed up and sat on it using both hands and feet.

Seeing that Zhao Jingcheng had not followed, Zhao Suisui waved to him again: “Brother, come quickly!”

Zhao Jingcheng, who was holding the lunch box, was a little reluctant. He disliked Lu Zhou and didn’t know why such a fierce and rude person was treated differently by his sister!

But, Zhao Suisui had already sat down, so Zhao Jingcheng had no choice but to walk over with his lunch box.

He sat down next to Zhao Suisui, opened the lunch box, put the food between the two of them, then broke open a steamed bun, and handed half of it to her.

Lu Zhou, who was across from him, ignored the two siblings and was still minding his own business with his head down eating.

He ate very quickly, with big mouthfuls. Zhao Suisui took a look and found that he could finish a steamed bun in about four mouthfuls.

However, seeing Lu Zhou eating alone in the cafeteria, Zhao Suisui suddenly remembered that he and Uncle Lu seemed to be the only two people in Brother Lu Zhou’s family.

Alas, Brother Lu Zhou was so pitiful. He could only eat by himself.

“Wow, Brother Lu Zhou, you also eat fried pork with chili pepper!” Zhao Suisui glanced at him again and found nothing to say.

Zhao Jingcheng didn’t look at it and urged her from the side: “Sister, eat the food quickly.”

Lu Zhou raised his head and glanced at Zhao Suisui, feeling that she was still so stupid. There was only meat and vegetables in the cafeteria, could he eat anything else?

Lu Zhou curled his lips when he saw her take a bite of the steamed bun in her hand. The steamed bun in her mouth was probably only as big as his thumb.

After finishing the rest of the meal in a few moments, Lu Zhou jumped off the chair, picked up the lunch box, and left.

Zhao Suisui only had time to say behind him: “Brother Lu Zhou, we are having a treat at our house tomorrow, you must come!”

She had heard it all. Uncle Lu was on the list of guests that her mother and her bad father discussed yesterday.

Brother Lu Zhou will definitely come by then.

However, thinking about how Brother Lu Zhou always avoided her, Zhao Suisui asked Zhao Jingcheng a little glumly: “Brother, does Brother Lu Zhou hate Suisui?”

When Zhao Jingcheng heard this, he subconsciously wanted to comfort Zhao Suisui. How could anyone hate her when his sister is so cute?

But then he thought of the way Zhao Suisui always chased Lu Zhou, and his words suddenly took another turn: “That’s right, Lu Zhou hates you. Sister, don’t play with him in the future.” (T/N: Brother, you are so bad~~)

After saying that, Zhao Jingcheng cursed Lu Zhou in his heart again, feeling that he was really ignorant.

When Zhao Suisui heard this, she was indeed a little sad.

She took a tasteless bite of the steamed bun and thought that it would be better to avoid hanging in front of Brother Lu Zhou from now on…

 

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Translator’s Little Encyclopedia:

Grain Rationing in China (Part 2)

People were given grain coupons with which they could buy a certain amount of grain at a low, state-imposed price, which varied somewhat with age, profession, and location. Any quantity exceeding the coupon quota would have to be purchased at market price.

Urban households in China therefore face a kinked budget constraint line. With this system, urban households were able to buy grain at a cheaper price, and at the same time rural areas, once they fulfilled the state-imposed quotas, were allowed to sell the excess supply at market price.

However, not only food, there were also clothes, cotton, coal, coal stoves, cigarettes, matches, and light bulb stamps. Bicycle, watch, and sewing machine stamps were very rare, and they were given to government-owned companies instead of individuals. In order to get those tickets, people needed either to be very lucky to win a stamp lottery or bribe people.

It limited the things people could own or consume. Also, it limited people’s ability to relocate. People could only get stamps from their local government. However, exchanging/borrowing stamps was allowed.

 

 

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