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.,Qin Xiaoxia felt Tang Zhenzhen's fingers pinching her arm, making her gasp in pain. She could only nod: "Yes, yes, yes... I remember. There are five dollars of Zhenzhen's in my study notebook.",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.。