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.,Tang ZanZan listened to her sarcastic remarks, feeling like she wanted to rush up and slap Hua Ning Yuan's face.,Unless she absolutely had to go for living expenses, she would rather stay at the countryside re-education camp than go to her aunt's oppressive home.。