The Courtyard House: Xu Damao's Aunt is the Queen of Women

Hongxing Primary School.

Ye Zhen is a man of action and holds grudges. Yesterday, Yan Fugui not only robbed him on the road, but also brought his two sons to beat him up. Although Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang are both good-for-nothings, they were knocked down by Ye Zhen's two punches. The three of them tried to beat him up but were instead beaten up by Ye Zhen.

However, he suffered a great deal psychologically!

Furthermore, the Yan family's audacity in targeting Third Sister and her husband is truly unforgivable.

At 11:50 a.m. sharp, the school bell rang for the end of get out of class at Hongxing Primary School. The school gate was pushed open, and students from all grades poured out of the gate, carrying cloth schoolbags, and hurried home in twos and threes. There was only one hour for lunch, and no one wanted to linger any longer.

Ye Zhen stood on the roadside to the right of the school gate, stopping about ten children who looked to be around ten years old and of similar height. He forced a gentle smile onto his face, reached into his canvas bag, and pulled out a handful of hard candies, spreading them in his palm.

"Kids, wait a minute, I have a question for you. Who's in Class 2, Grade 3? I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer truthfully, each of you will get a piece of fruit candy. It's very sweet, and it won't make it late for dinner!"

As soon as he said that, seven or eight children immediately raised their hands.

"I am!"

"I'm also in Class 2, Grade 3!"

A little boy wearing a blue armband and a red hat, who was on duty, stepped forward and looked at Ye Zhen with a timid and wary look in his eyes: "Big brother, what do you want to ask about Class Two?"

The other children who weren't from Class Two glanced at the candy, and seeing that only Class Two was being asked about it, muttered a couple of things, then turned and hurried away.

Ye Zhen handed the candy to the children who had raised their hands, her gaze falling on the boy with the red armband.

"Let me ask your third-grade, second-class Chinese teacher, Mr. Yan Fugui. Has he ever asked you to deliver things, confiscated your stationery and notebooks, or taught you to be stingy and calculating towards others? Tell the truth, and if you say yes, everyone will get a piece of candy. I'm not lying to you!"

Upon hearing that Yan Fugui was being asked, the children in Class 2 of Grade 3 instantly erupted into a commotion. All their previous wariness vanished, and they raised their hands, eager to speak, their voices louder and louder as they began to chatter and accuse him.

"Yes! Yes! Teacher Yan always asks us to bring things!"

The boy in the red armband shouted first, and Ye Zhen casually handed him a piece of orange hard candy. He quickly unwrapped it and stuffed it into his mouth, immediately shouting, "Last week, my mom steamed cornbread for me with pickled radish. She put it in my desk during recess, and Teacher Yan saw it and said my cornbread was soft and fluffy, and wanted to try it. She took it and ate most of it, saying that a little kid like me couldn't eat that much. I didn't eat enough at noon, and my stomach kept growling during Chinese class in the afternoon. He criticized me for not concentrating in class!"

"He's confiscated my things too!"

A little girl with pigtails and a red hair tie squeezed forward and took the hard candy Ye Zhen handed her.

"My mom bought me a new notebook for just one cent. When Teacher Yan saw it, she said the paper in my notebook was too good and it was a waste, so she took it away and said she would give me an old one to use instead."

"He still hasn't given it to me! I can only write on the back of my old notebook, and he still criticizes me, saying my handwriting is messy, and punishes me by making me copy the new words ten times!"

"And my pink eraser, which I bought for two cents, he said it was too big and a waste to not use it all, so he broke it in half and took it with him..."

"Teacher Yan even taught us to be stingy and not to help our classmates!"

A little boy with a large mole on his face chewed on candy and said angrily, "Last week he told us the story of Kong Rong sharing pears, and afterwards he actually told us that Kong Rong was stupid for sharing pears, that good things should be kept for oneself, and that being taken advantage of is being cheated!"

Ye Zhen then gave candy to the two little girls who had gathered around, and listened to their complaints, her heart filled with joy.

Yan Fugui, oh Yan Fugui, now I can rest assured.

A little girl with pigtails pouted and said aggrievedly, "He also confiscated our class's homework! The school gives each student five Chinese language notebooks, but he only gave us three, saying we should use the rest sparingly."

"But one time after school, I passed by his alley and saw his daughter practicing her writing with the exact same Chinese language notebook as us. The cover didn't even have her name on it. He must have been secretly keeping our class's notebook!"

"And then there's the chalk. When he writes on the blackboard in class, he erases it after writing just two words, saying that chalk is precious and he should write as little as possible. We can't even keep up with him when taking notes. But after school, I saw him take the whole box of white chalk home in a cloth bag and let his son and daughter draw squares on the floor to play with!"

"He's also biased; he only favors those whose families are better off!"

The boy with the mole on his face got more and more excited as he talked, finally letting out all the pent-up frustrations he had been holding in.

"There's a classmate in my class whose family is very wealthy. He always brings white flour steamed buns. Teacher Yan always asks him to bring some steamed buns for him to try. When that classmate brings some, Teacher Yan always calls on him to answer questions in class, and he always gets excellent grades on his homework. My family brings cornbread, and Teacher Yan has never called on me to answer questions. He's always finding fault with my homework and criticizing me for the smallest things!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Teacher Yan is a snob! He even teaches us to be calculating in everything and never let ourselves be taken advantage of!"

"He even asked us to bring things from home for him, and he got upset if we didn't bring enough!"

"Teacher Yan said he didn't have enough firewood at home, so he asked each of us to bring some. He said the students who bring more will be called on to answer questions more often in class and will be awarded 'Three Good Students' at the end of the semester!"

"Grandma packed five big red dates for me to eat during breaks to help me recover. Teacher Yan saw it and said that red dates are hard for children to digest, so he kept them for me. But he took them and never gave them back! Later, I saw him eating red dates outside the office. They were the same kind my grandma gave me, round and plump, I recognized them!"

The children from Class 2 of Grade 3 were all talking at once, and none of them said the same thing twice.

It was all Yan Fugui's doing, from withholding stationery and demanding food to spreading fallacies in class and showing favoritism and harshness. Every single thing was explained clearly.

As Ye Zhen listened, she kept handing out candy to the children, and soon most of the hard candy in her pocket was gone.

You beast! You fucking beast!

This Yan Fugui is not only greedy and calculating towards his neighbors, but he is also so stingy and mean-spirited towards the teenagers in his class. He is simply misleading students and is not fit to be a teacher!

After the children had finished talking, Ye Zhen raised his hand and patted the head of the little boy next to him, his voice serious yet gentle.

"Thank you for telling the truth. You are all honest and good children. If Teacher Yan takes your things again or teaches you bad things in the future, tell your parents or go directly to the school principal, okay? Don't let him bully you anymore!"

"Okay! Thank you, big brother."

Ye Zhen smiled and waved his hand: "Go home quickly, and be careful on the road."

The children thanked them again and skipped and hopped home.

Ye Zhen glanced at the school gate, turned around, got on the bicycle parked next to him, and prepared to go back immediately to write a letter of complaint and send it to his uncle.

Acting on behalf of Heaven, eliminating evil for the people!