Old Li certainly could not give Li Xianghe any money. Putting aside the fact that this daughter had already become spilled water, even if the daughter was short of train fare, the Sun Family should be the ones to figure it out, not him, her father. Even if Li Xianghe hadn't married yet, he wouldn't have had any money to give to his daughter.
The hundred yuan he got from his second son for elderly care at the beginning of the year had already been given to Xue Meizi when she came to cook, eighty of it for a year's expenses. The remaining twenty in his hands, the youngest son of Xue Meizi cried to his home wanting to buy books, and Old Li, moved by pity, gave the money to the child. So he literally did not have a single cent now.
