Although Beijing in the 1960s was not as developed as it is in the 21st century, it was much better than the post-apocalyptic world. At least there were no terrifying zombies.,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.。