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This five-dollar bill printed with the image of a large steel mill was hers. She kept it specifically in a box, separate from the scattered few cents and dimes she usually carried around on her person.,Ning Yuan smiled faintly: "My family can send me longevity biscuits and white rabbit candies, of course I have living expenses.",But the gazes of those around her, even Qin Xiaoxia's, held her arm.。