"The teacher is here. Tell me what happened."

The teacher called several children and Ye Xingwan together and let them speak for themselves.

Grandma Hua was about to speak when the principal stopped her, saying, "Comrade, the child's affairs are for the child to decide."

The principal was very serious, and Grandma Hua was so frightened by him that she dared not speak again.

The crying children stopped crying and started sobbing. They were afraid of the teacher and the principal, and now that both of them were there, they were even more scared.

The group of people pushed and shoved each other, none of them willing to speak.

Ye Xingwan was not afraid. The little girl stood in front of a group of boys who were older than her without flinching, and loudly recounted what had happened yesterday and today.

They spoke so logically and even imitated how the children spoke, making the parents blush with embarrassment.

After Ye Xingwan finished speaking, she asked the boys, "Do you think what I said is right or wrong? If there's anything wrong, you can point it out."

The boys stared blankly at Ye Xingwan's performance, not hearing a word she said.

Seeing the students with their heads down and silent, the teacher squatted down and asked them, "Did any of you call Ye Xingwan a good-for-nothing?"

The group exchanged glances and nodded.

“My grandson didn’t do anything wrong. She’s just a good-for-nothing. What’s wrong with letting my grandson say a few words to her?” Old Mrs. Hua said loudly, her voice tinged with guilt.

"Grandma, I'm not a money-loser. Look, all this money is what I earned for my family. It was all bought as a reward by my teacher. They didn't get any of that, so they're the ones who are a money-loser, not me."

Ye Xingwan walked up to Grandma Hua and loudly retorted, waving the reward she had received in her hand, her expression particularly confident and arrogant.

Ye Zhaoyu moved closer to Ye Xingwan to prevent the old lady from hitting her.

Grandma Hua was indeed prepared to take action, but seeing the wary Ye Zhaoyu beside her and her grandson watching her from a distance, she couldn't come up with a reason after thinking for a long time. She could only bluff, "If I say she's a money-loser, then she is a money-loser."

"Grandma, you're being unreasonable. You're not a good grandma." Ye Xingwan looked at Grandma Hua in disbelief.

"So we can't learn from her. She's not a good grandma, and we don't befriend her."

The light in Grandma Hua's grandson's eyes disappeared. His grandmother had no evidence to prove that Ye Xingwan was a money-loser, so he immediately burst into tears, "Grandma, you lied to me."

When the other children saw that their grandmothers didn't say anything, they also started crying, saying that they were being lied to.

"Oh dear, my dear grandson, please don't cry. It breaks my heart. I'm not lying to you." Grandma Hua quickly hugged her grandson and comforted him.

There were many onlookers, especially those who were only children and looked at Ye Xingwan with admiration.

"Then Grandma, show me the evidence." The little boy sobbed, looking at Grandma Hua with anticipation.

Grandma Hua didn't know where to find evidence for a while; everyone was saying the same thing, so where could she find any evidence?

"Waaah, Grandma, you lied to me! Everything you said was a lie! I'm the one who's a burden, I can't even carry on the family name! Grandma, you're a big liar, a really, really big liar!" The little boy cried out these words in fits and starts, and then he became even more heartbroken, crying even louder.

Suddenly, the school gate was filled with the sound of children crying.

"Don't you want to be a money-losing burden?" Ye Zhaoyu asked them.

The children stopped instantly, looked at Ye Zhaoyu, and honestly shook their heads.

Even the youngest children know that being a "money-losing product" is not a compliment.

"Do you know what 'money-losing goods' means?" Ye Zhaoyu continued to ask.

The group shook their heads again.

"You're a loser, you're a loss. Auntie is asking you, has your teacher ever praised you?"

Several mischievous kids shook their heads.

"Has the teacher ever rewarded you with little red flowers?"

The mischievous kids continued to shake their heads.

"Did you receive any rewards?"

At this point, the children were almost in tears.

"So as long as you work hard to get these things, you won't be a money-loser."

The teacher and principal's lips twitched when they heard Ye Zhaoyu's words.

Is it really okay to lie to children like this?

"Auntie, you're lying! 'Money-losing goods' refers to girls!" someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, their voice a little childish.

Ye Zhaoyu quickly located the crowd.

"Come out here, what grade are you in?" Ye Zhaoyu wasn't in a hurry to call the person out.

The boy stood up straight, around 13 or 14 years old, already a teenager who understood the difference between boys and girls. "I'm in sixth grade, and my name is Lian Sheng."

"You say girls are a waste of money? Let's look at the facts. Don't just say 'since ancient times.' Did you see those two words? Science. Use scientific theories to prove that girls are a waste of money."

Ye Zhaoyu wasn't very angry; she just looked at Lian Sheng gently and asked him.

“Proof is proof. Girls who grow up in their parents’ homes will eventually get married and become a burden,” Lian Sheng replied loudly.

"That's only one aspect. Let me ask you, after a girl gets married, will she often come back to visit her parents?"

Lian Sheng didn't hesitate, "Yes."

"Okay, then let me ask you again: when your parents are sick, do married daughters come home to take care of them?"

Lian Sheng thought for a moment about what was around him and replied, "Some things are there, some things aren't."

"Very good, Lian Sheng, you are quite optimistic. Now let me ask you, did the men in your family take care of your parents when they were sick?"

Lian Sheng hesitated a bit in his answer this time. He only remembered that it was the women in his family who took care of him. It seemed that the men had to go to work. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Men have to go to work."

"Then let me ask you again, who will inherit the family house, the money your parents earned, and all the family's real estate?"

"Son." Lian Sheng answered the question without hesitation.

"So, when do girls start doing chores at their parents' home?"

Lian Sheng thought for a moment. His younger sister was always at home doing chores when he went out to play, so he couldn't go out. "She's probably around 5 or 6 years old?"

"Did the girl ask for a bride price after she got married?"

"want."

"Did the bride price all go back with the girl?"

"No...no." Lian Sheng was already sweating profusely.

“Let’s do the math. If a girl starts working at home from age 6 until she’s 18, that’s 12 years. Rounding it up, she can only earn about 500 yuan a month. That’s not much. After all, nowadays, a 16-year-old girl can work as a nanny and earn 30 yuan a month.”

"No problem." Lian Sheng knew this was an underestimation. He had always looked down on girls, but if you really think about it this way, girls really aren't a money pit.

I should have known better than to be so sarcastic.

All the other women in the crowd were included.

In most families, girls don't eat or wear as much as boys, and raising a girl might not even cost 100 yuan.

Compared to other girls, this is indeed a very small amount of work.

"Then let's consider the boys. Do boys do housework at home?"

"This... I... won't do it."