Chapter Eighty-Six: Heaven in Hell
On his fifth and final day in London, John did not arrange any formal study tours. www.biquge.info He spent most of the day in his room using a typewriter who was not very good at completing his first two reports.
Seeing that it was still early, he walked to the embassy and handed the report to a diplomatic courier. Then he went to a restaurant not far from the embassy and enjoyed a croquette without beef, muffin cake without sugar, and beet soup without beets on his own.
After eating, he asked for another cup of black tea without tea leaves, and flipped through the copy of The Times that he had brought out of the embassy.
At first, he stole the newspaper from the embassy's secretary's office purely because he saw an interview with Cook's boss on it. John felt that the photo in the newspaper of the five-year-old and three-year-old Cook boss smirking at the camera with a large bucket of mashed potatoes was very joyful, so he took it away and was ready to enjoy it.
But soon, his attention was drawn to other contents of the newspaper. On the front page of this issue of The Times, much of the page was devoted to the retaliatory bombing of Berlin by the Royal Air Force the night before. An RAF bomber squadron leader proudly told the media that he and his squadron had been cruising over Berlin for about half an hour, dropping more than 40 tons of aerial bombs on the head of "Jerry" (a homonym for the Germans and a scornful name for the Germans by the British).
Interestingly, however, under this article advocating the Royal Air Force's vow to turn Berlin into a sea of fire, there is also a small tofu nugget of a few hundred words, published by the Deputy Secretary of State for the Interior John ? An executive order recently signed by Sir Anderson. According to the order, the Ministry of the Interior will promote a type of domestic bomb shelter in major cities across the country, and plans to build no less than 150,000 of them in a year.
It seems that the British authorities are still very sober-minded, knowing that Hitler will not suffer a dumb loss, and will inevitably take revenge. The top priority at the moment is to guide the country's residents to prepare for bombs and survive the next round of the Führer's "death roar."
Sure enough, much of the second and third editions of The Times were devoted to how to build and use the "Anderson bomb shelter". Each household can go to the local air defense command and apply to receive six corrugated steel plates for the construction of the bomb shelter. They need to assemble the steel plates with screws into a large iron box with a length of 2 meters and a width of 1.2 meters, and then bury the large iron box in their own garden.
John knew that although this simple family bomb shelter was simple in structure, small in space, stuffy and damp inside, it could indeed save lives. In the ensuing Battle of Britain, Londoners with gardens at home relied on this kind of home bomb shelter to survive 57 consecutive nights of indiscriminate bombardment.
Of course, before the large-scale retaliatory bombing of the Germans, ordinary people were more concerned about the news related to their daily clothing, food, housing and transportation. Especially recently, the British parliament and government have issued a large number of wartime laws and executive orders, and the Times has been full of reports and discussions about these "new rules". Some of them are quite new and interesting to John.
For example, a report titled "New Pet Keeping Rules Usher in First Penalty Recipient" mentions a young lady named Bridget who was fined £10 for feeding her birds with bread for violating a new recently introduced law banning the use of ordinary food to feed pets.
The report earnestly cautioned all British bird lovers to take this lesson, and seriously suggested that they should switch to sunflower seeds. (Until later generations, melon seeds, peanuts, pine nuts, etc., all shelled nuts are for pets in the minds of many British people, and melon seeds are generally sold in supermarkets, but in the pet supplies area.) )
For example, the government has recently fine-tuned the rationing standards for fabrics. It is still 66 cloth tickets per person a year, and it has not changed. However, the "price" of hats has changed, from 4 to 6 for men's hats and from 5 to 7 for women.
Next, the reporter conducted a detailed analysis and discussion on why the government only adjusted the purchase standards of hats, and almost stunned John.
It took him a long time to realize that people were now washing their hair much less frequently because of a series of reasons, such as the new monthly fuel consumption cap set by the fuel, lighting and electricity departments, as well as the conversion of a large amount of oil to industrial use and the reduction of soap production.
In order not to go out with greasy, dirty hair, the number of people wearing hats naturally increased. As a result, the government has had to raise the standard of cloth tickets required to buy hats to curb the growing demand for hats.
At the end of the article, the reporter also interviewed "professionals" on "how to extend the service life of Lux soap" and how to better preserve and use soap.
What the hell is this? John tossed the newspaper aside, and this kind of thing needs to be discussed in the newspaper as well? It seems that the British need to learn from the USSR. Almost all the necessities of life had to be rationed, and I didn't see so much trouble.
Seriously, John despises the British now. Ever since he arrived in England, he had heard enough of the complaints of the people around him about the "increasingly harsh" rationing system. It seems that everyone, young and old, is denouncing this impersonal system, believing that they are now living a hellish life, and all this is to blame on Hitler on the other side.
At first, John still had a hint of sympathy, after all, their standard of living was not as good as before. You can't always compare vertically. In fact, the Germans on the other side have been eating potatoes three times a day since last year. Compared to the Germans, they already lived a very rich life.
If it were compared to China now, these British people could even be regarded as living in paradise. But they are still complaining that their paradise is not so comfortable.
John decided to take a look at a few nearby food stores to see what was really going on. In fact, there is no need to stay long, just based on the life experience of his childhood in his previous life, John can see in a moment what is wrong with the British. Obviously, there is no shortage of basic foods such as bread and potatoes, and people's dissatisfaction is mainly due to the lack of non-staple foods.
In the end, it is a capitalist country, and it has no experience in engaging in a planned economy. There are thousands of types of non-staple foods, and it is difficult to adjust the heavy taste, where you can manage it. The British government is also really worried about the unbalanced nutrition of the common people, and it is eager to set the rules on what and how much they eat every day.
The question is who wants to follow the recipes recommended by the government and face the same food every day. John thought the smartest way to do this was to swap out the hundreds of food stamps in the ration booklet for "bonds." Set the number of points each person spends each month, and let them use their imagination to match it by themselves.
The government only needs to adjust the points at any time according to the scarcity of various foods at different times. If there are not enough tomatoes, the tomato points will be increased, and people will naturally buy fewer tomatoes and seek other vegetables. It's like now, each person is given a monthly ration of tomato tickets, and when the time comes, they will be scolded when the supply in the market is insufficient.
John now considered whether he should write these ideas out, and perhaps in exchange for something good from the British.