Chapter 203 The Young Patriarch with No Political Acumen

Zhang Moyu brought Zhang Qiling to this river channel formed by underground water veins and large rift valleys.

The widest part of the exposed river channel is nearly 30 meters, and the two banks of the river are as smooth as if cut by a knife, with no end in sight.

Perhaps it was because of the water, but when standing on the river bank and looking down, the darkness at the bottom seemed extremely thick and deep, as if it reached the legendary abyss.

This is a scene that is enough to make people with abyssophobia suffocate.

With the addition of some "small" decorations to embellish the picture, the depressing feeling is instantly reduced a lot.

There are more than a dozen huge iron chains as thick as arms extending from the wall next to it to a deep place in the water and embedded in the cliff on the other side.

In the middle section of these intertwined chains, there are several spots of light emitting a cold white glow. He doesn't know what they are for the time being.

One can see very far in the clear water. A fish that looked very delicate and small in contrast to the huge rocks and the environment immediately caught Zhang Qiling's attention.

The fish swam happily in the water, occasionally chasing some grayish-white fish that were slightly smaller than its big mouth.

Looking at the familiar red and green color of the fish, and its familiar big head, round face, and flat body, Zhang Qiling suddenly remembered that this was the fish that he had not been willing to kill directly and had first fostered in the wild.

His eyes lit up instantly and he glanced at Zhang Moyu beside him with surprise.

Zhang Moyu looked at him with a faint smile, his eyes full of doting, which made Zhang Qiling feel a little embarrassed and lowered his head. He shifted his gaze and said softly.

"Thanks."

He didn't expect that Zhang Moyu still remembered this matter. He himself had almost forgotten it.

Comparing with the size of the fish, Zhang Qiling easily calculated the depth of the chains.

The deepest place should be about 120 meters, and those light spots emitting faint fluorescence are about 70 meters away.

"What are those?"

Although this sentence did not specify the specific object being asked about, Zhang Moyu immediately knew what he was talking about.

"Those five glowing pearls are water-repellent pearls. They're made from the finest deep sea pearls, blended with other precious materials. There used to be plenty of them at home, and they were just toys for the kids, so few people cared much about them. But now, they're hard to find."

These chains and water-repellent beads are placed here, partly to prevent someone from accidentally falling in and drowning silently without help. Also, it's convenient for future tribesmen to come here and practice swimming.

Zhang Qiling nodded and stopped paying attention to this. Instead, he looked at the big fish swimming happily in the water and began to talk about Zhang Zhixuan and Zhang Benchu.

“Zhang Zhixuan was in the process of establishing a nation and persuaded me to relocate the family’s focus to the Middle East to facilitate future research and development.

Zhang Benchu ​​has established a church that can already influence the decisions of an entire nation, and its influence continues to spread. He wants me to become Pope, hoping to leverage the name of faith to continuously develop and eventually secretly dominate the world.

When Zhang Moyu heard him say these, there was no surprise on his face. Instead, he showed a feeling of "I knew this day has finally come."

He did not directly help him analyze or give advice, but asked him what he thought first.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Qiling had already thought about it along the way and spoke directly.

“I don’t want to go.”

In his opinion, he would rather stay at home and protect the current piece of land for his people. If he wants to find a goal to work hard together, they can also work together to slowly develop the family.

If these tribesmen feel tired, they can all hang out together and live a warm and ordinary life, with everyone doing what they like.

Zhang Moyu did not comment on his choice, but asked another seemingly unrelated question.

"So what do you think of Zhang Benling and Zhang Benan?"

Zhang Qiling didn't know what he wanted to say by asking this at this time. After thinking for a while, he spoke seriously.

"Ben Ling has a steady personality. He likes to plan carefully before taking action. He does things in a thorough and thorough manner, without making any mistakes. Aside from his sometimes fake smile and his peculiar hobbies, he has basically no other shortcomings."

Although Zhang Benling has countless excuses for wearing women's clothing.

But Zhang Qiling just ignored his words and firmly believed that Zhang Benling was just a pervert who liked to wear women's clothes.

He is no longer the silly kid who believed everything others said. If Zhang Benling really refused to do so, who could force him to wear women's clothes?

Not to mention he wears makeup, perfume, and high heels...

"Ben'an is bold and careful, and he works diligently and rigidly. He is usually rational and calm, and very helpful, but he can be a little irritable occasionally."

Talking about the courage and carefulness of this female tribesman, Zhang Qiling would always subconsciously think of the time when she offered herself to him.

During the casual conversation with Zhang Haike and the others, Zhang Qiling learned that Zhang Benan once held an iron rod and fought Zhang Molan, who was in poor condition, on equal terms. He often trained these juniors to beat the black iron rod until it was deformed. Zhang Qiling felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

He heard that a woman who is still very strong after marriage will be called a tigress, and men with a tigress at home are very miserable.

Fortunately, he did not accept it at the beginning, otherwise he might be the one being beaten with a stick now.

Zhang Moyu didn't know that his thoughts were divergent and he was thinking about all sorts of messy things.

After hearing Zhang Qiling's impression of the two people, he first nodded and then shook his head, leaving Zhang Qiling puzzled.

"They are indeed such people, but what you said is only 80 percent of the surface, which is what they actively want to show you.

The hidden 20% is the truest version of them. Within this 20% lies their selfishness, their weaknesses, their concerns, and perhaps other secrets.”

Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Moyu silently. Although he admitted in his heart that he was right, none of them were saints, and everyone had selfish desires. He felt that those were harmless, and none of them would betray the family anyway.

Zhang Qiling didn't care about many things. One of them was to be lenient to others and strict with himself. No matter what secrets they hid, as long as they didn't harm the tribe, that was enough.

Zhang Moyu sighed at his dull look, thinking that this kid really had no political intelligence at all and had no sensitivity to these power struggles.

But this is actually not a big deal. There are many capable people in the tribe anyway. It is enough to let those ambitious people lead the family to climb up.

For someone like Zizi...it's better to just wait and win.