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Tuòruo trudged with her luggage from the back of the car to the doorstep, the foul smell inside disappearing. Tuòruo couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as if she had finally survived.,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.,"Is there something This is the family courtyard of the textile mill, outsiders are not allowed in. If you have nothing to do, get lost and don't wander around here."。