"Let's have a family meeting while everyone's here for dinner, and take the chance to hear how Jing Shu has planned things," said Mr. Jing, taking small puffs of his hand-rolled cigarette. The apocalypse had almost cost these old smokers their lives. Luckily, they grew tobacco at home. Still, it was precious. After giving some away as favors or exchanging it for food at high prices, little remained, and he still had to share half of that with his spendthrift son. Therefore, Mr. Jing treasured this tobacco very much.
The villa belonged to Jing Shu. All the food and even the various daily necessities were things she had acquired. In this post-apocalyptic world, Jing Shu also brought home fresh peaches and other fruits from time to time. Jing Shu was insightful and her ideas well-respected, so everyone was willing to listen to her.
