Chapter 147: Can't understand people?

If it is normal to borrow rice, it is generally based on fighting, one fighting, two fighting, but Bai Laotai thought that they bought a car rice today, then there are five or six stones, so she extended a finger : "One stone, just borrow a stone."
Bai Hao almost didn't laugh out. Borrowing a stone meter, she was so open that her face was really thicker and thicker.
Zhao Lan couldn't help but worry: "One stone meter? You can't export it, no, let's go."
Liu is anxious: "Why didn't you? We all heard that Baiyun bought a car from the town today, how could it be?"
Zhao Lan sank his face and said: "I said no, there is no, can't you understand?" She knows too much about the Bai family. Everything has one or two. I will borrow them from the present, and they will borrow two. Fighting, the day after tomorrow may be a stone.
They will get the most out of it. She used to endure it and didn't want to irritate them, lest they would be worse for them when they were not there.
However, her patience has not changed back to peace, but they have intensified, so she will not endure it.
White old is too angry, pointing to Zhao Lan's nose: "What do you say? No? You have no conscience, the old lady has raised you for a whole ten years, a whole ten years, I am looking for you to borrow some rice today. Did you say no?"
Zhao Lan turned her eyes, the cold eyes fell on the face of the white old lady, scratching her cheek like a knife, I really want to see how thick her skin is.
"Do you raise our mother and daughter? Our mother and daughter can have eaten your white house one day? The three-column mourning has not yet passed, I went to the ground, and when I was three years old, I was pointed at you to work at home. What have you raised to raise us? Is it necessary for our mother and daughter to have a full meal or a warm winter?"
No matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, there is always a thin quilt in the broken house where she and her children live. In the winter, they spend almost all night in the trembling.
The old lady is stunned, and what she used to take for granted is obviously not the same as what she thinks.
"No matter what? Mother she is always your mother-in-law, you can't be too unhappy." Liu Shidao.
"Mother-in-law?" Zhao Lan sneered, and immediately red eyes: "You ask her, is it to take me Zhao Lan as her daughter-in-law, or as your white horse?"
"If it is my mother-in-law, will you tell me that I am not at home, will my daughter be killed alive? If it is my mother-in-law, will my daughter be sold secretly?"
These things, she did not want to say, I do not want to mention, but they, always appear in front of her, reminding her of these sad pasts, constantly spreading salt on her wounds.
White old man said with a deep face: "What have you done in the past? Are your mothers and daughters not good now? If I had agreed with you and Bai Yu, can you have today? Digging well, if it was my original kindness, you still don’t know what happened to you."
The original thing, not mentioning it, the more I made Zhao Lan angry, she pointed to the door: "Let's go, I don't want to see you again."
Bai Laotai also wants to say that Bai Hao is standing in front of his mother, slightly leaning on his face, arms folded, and the action is similar to Hu Feng.
"Can you not hear what my mother said? Or do you simply don't understand people?"