Yesterday I went to pick up the kids from school.
I had already picked up the child and was walking on the road.
I let the group of kids in after-school care go ahead.
A little boy ran over and quietly stuffed something into Er Bao's pocket.
I asked what it was.
Er Bao smiled and said it was money from his classmate.
I took a glance and saw it was a hundred yuan bill.
I asked why.
Er Bao stammered.
I said he needed to return the money to his classmate.
What if the classmate's parents found out the money was missing and said it was with him?
It would be hard to explain.
Er Bao then took the money to give it back to his classmate.
His classmate's grandmother came over and told me,
"My Er Bao wants to give money to my grandson."
I said Er Bao said the money belonged to your grandson.
The grandmother said no, it was my Er Bao's.
It seemed like there was a clue.
On the way home, I asked Er Bao where he got the money.
He said it was a hundred yuan from the fourth set of RMB (at that time, four people ate together without blushing, but later, when one person ate, they turned red).
Er Bao said he found a stack of this old money inside a certain bench.
This money was probably part of the New Year's money given by Er Bao's grandmother.
When we got home, I gave him a lesson and changed the money to a different place.
This money, when converted to numbers in a bank card, is actually a loss.
Now it has appreciated a little, but exchanging it doesn't make sense.
It's quite awkward.