The old lady went back and brought two hundred yuan, handing it to Bai Yue. Bai Yue had already sorted out her sons' worn clothes with her two sons; they couldn't go without some clean clothes to change into. Bai Xiao told them to also pick up the large and small bags she had brought; she couldn't leave those things for Li Dashan and the others, even feeding them to the dogs would have been better.
Bai Xiao snatched the money from the old lady's hand because she grabbed it hastily, her fingers tightly pinching the old lady's wrist. The old lady, displeased, jerked her hand away.
Li Dashan saw it and wanted to say something, but An Zhiyuan kicked a stool, immediately ducking his head and shrinking his neck, hiding behind the old lady like a quail.