Liu's anxious: "Mother, our house is yours, how can I have money? I don't have a copper plate."
The old lady snorted coldly: "You don't have it, do I have it? I don't have any money left in my box, you don't know it in your heart?"
Of course the Liu family had a count. The little silver left in the box had been taken out to treat the wounds of Da Zhu, and now they were clanging poorly, leaving only the last bunch of copper coins.
But Xiaofeng's tuition fee is five silver coins, and that string of copper coins is not worth it.
"Mother, you have to find a way, but you can't let Xiaofeng come back like this. If you really come back, wouldn't you read all the books you read before?"
Granny Bai finally opened her eyes and stared coldly on Liu's face: "I want a solution? What solution do I want? You are his mother, shouldn't you think about this solution? Now I remember that I am the master. People? When you stole your second child’s rice and drank porridge, do you remember that my old woman is in charge of her family, and she has to give me the first bowl? Do you remember? You remember my old woman when you ask for money? What is my old woman? ?"
She always remembered this matter, and never forgotten it. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She digs out her heart and soul, and splits up with her second child. But what about them? There is no conscience at all.
Liu knew that this matter was not done authentically, but now it's useless to say anything, it's already like this.
"Mother, what happened that day was that we were wrong. Don't be angry. From now on, I promise that we will hold you tightly if we have any good things in the future."
Seeing that Mrs. Bai was silent, Liu said again: "In fact, Xiaofeng said that he would bring you a bowl first. Who knows that when she was about to go out, Pearl came knocking on the door. We were afraid that she would take away the porridge, so we just rushed to eat first. It’s better to be better than being snatched away by her. That’s why—"
She glanced at Mrs. Bai and saw that her expression was already loosened, and hurriedly continued: "Xiaofeng feels sorry for you the most. He also said that you have spent so many years of frugality in order to allow him to study. You have suffered a lot in the future. If you become a high official, you will definitely honor you."
Old lady Bai sat up on the bed and asked Liu, "He really said that?"
Liu hurriedly nodded: "Of course, can I still lie about this? If you don't believe me, ask him."
The old lady Bai, who had been gloomy for several days, finally smiled a little: "Xiaofeng is still sensible, so I don't care about him in vain."
When Liu saw this, he was relieved and asked hurriedly, "Mother, what about Xiaofeng studying?"
Mrs. Bai frowned again: "What can I do? You know, I broke up with my natal family more than ten years ago, and there is no way to borrow if you want to go out. Or else, go to your natal family. Ask to see if you can borrow some money first, and we will return them next year when we harvest it."
Liu immediately shook his head: "Mother, don't you know my mother's family? If I go, let alone borrow money from them, they will come to me to borrow money instead." A sluggard brother, a gambler, A sick little brother, that home is a bottomless pit, and how much money is not enough to fill, can she borrow money? That is simply a fantasy!
Liu's eyes rolled and said to the old lady Bai: "Mother, I heard Erzhu and the others have been working for Baizhi for the past two days. That girl has always been generous to the helpers, and Erzhu's work can't be done for nothing. It's better to wait for them. When we come back tonight, let's ask them what to borrow?"