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... then the cart workers pushed them up along a slanted plank and dumped them into a gondola loaded with coal.

When Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa entered the coal yard, no one took care of them at all.

Pang Xuelin found a sign of "Management Committee of Linxiong County Railway Station Cargo Office" in the bungalow on the right side of the coal yard. The door of the bungalow was open and there was an office. A middle-aged man was sitting at his desk reading a newspaper .

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