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It was early spring, the weather was mild, and willow trees by the roadside had just sprouted fresh green buds. A few sparrows chirped on the branches, making everything seem so lively.,Du Ru stood at the front gate of Beijing's First Cotton Textile Factory. An old man sat at the entrance, staring intently at the stranger as if he were a thief.,Du Ruo also wanted to go see the Du family in a bright and beautiful way, but the conditions didn't allow it. The money Wang Hongxia gave was just enough for the fare. Even if she wanted to stay at an inn at night, she wouldn't have the money.。