Chapter 207 The filter for the tribe members is completely shattered

"Thanks."

Zhang Qiling thanked him softly and took the clothes from him.

"It's all my responsibility. Chief, please take it back and try it on first. If it doesn't fit, I'll find a way to alter it."

Zhang Ruihe smiled modestly and politely.

Although his words were very humble, he was actually very confident in the data he estimated visually, and the clothes must be a perfect fit.

"good."

Zhang Ruihe bowed to him respectfully, took a few steps back, then turned and left to continue his textile business.

After Zhang Ruihe left, Zhang Moyu took the clothes from Zhang Qiling's hand and put it on his arm.

"Let me take it. Don't we still need to go see the other tribesmen? Come on, I'll take you there."

Zhang Moyu smiled at him gently, then took the lead and walked in front to lead the way.

During this period of time, he has been handling matters related to the Qinling clan, and he knows all the current people in the clan like the back of his hand.

Zhang Qiling followed him quietly and adjusted his clothes silently. He was looking forward to meeting other tribesmen formally while also wanting to leave a good impression on them.

"There are currently 32 people from the Qilin clan, 81 people from the Qiongqi clan, and 21 people from other clans.

Among the Zhang clan, there are only three people of the "Sheng" generation, seventy-three people of the "Rui" generation, eight people of the "Shan" generation, and twenty-nine people of the "Hai" generation.

Currently, the main affairs here are temporarily handed over to the Qilin people of the "Rui" generation to manage. They account for the largest number of people and their abilities are also quite good."

Zhang Moyu gave a brief introduction to the situation here, and then planned to take Zhang Qiling to the place where they handled affairs.

The newly built meeting house is classical and elegant, and is located right in the center of the entire Qinling clan territory.

In Zhang Qiling's imagination, what he would see when he pushed the door open should be several handsome clansmen, each doing their own job and handling various chores in an orderly manner. When they encountered something very important that one person could not make up their mind about, they might gather together and discuss in a low voice.

All in all, it should be a peaceful and tranquil life.

But the scene before him shattered his beautiful fantasy. There were eight people in the room, but none of them could bring him any comfort.

There was a set of mahjong on the table in the middle. Four clansmen with white hair and who looked elderly gathered together, playing mahjong during working hours, seemingly trying to take advantage of the situation.

A tribesman with a human body and a snake tail was coiled on the beam, swinging his tail weakly. The word "laziness" was written all over his body, and he looked like a lazy person.

In the corner, two guys were guarding a small black jar, seemingly fighting a Gu. Next to the jar was a small white porcelain plate with three or four dead Gu worms in it. These two guys were probably obsessed with playing with things.

Finally, there was another person standing at a small table writing and drawing. Zhang Qiling originally thought that there was at least one person working seriously, but when he went over to take a look, he found that this guy was actually... actually drawing erotic pictures!

The muscles on Zhang Qiling's face stiffened instantly. Seeing such a disgraceful thing in public, he felt sick all over.

He quickly took a few steps back, moving a little further away from this guy.

This tribe's brains are full of pornographic garbage, and they are probably useless.

After seeing the conditions of these leaders of the Qinling tribe, Zhang Qiling suddenly felt worried and began to worry about the future of his family.

The development of the family...there is still a long way to go.

Everyone in the room stood up when Zhang Qiling pushed the door open, and when he came in, the eight of them saluted in unison.

"I have met the patriarch."

The young painting expert who was closer to the door noticed Zhang Qiling approaching him, but immediately took several steps back the next moment, as if he wanted to stay away from him, and blinked for some inexplicable reason.

He looked down at his lifelike painting, then suddenly understood. He rolled up the half-finished painting of the beauty and put it aside for the time being.

Fortunately, this is not an ink painting, otherwise I would have to wait for the ink to dry before I could put it away. The current brush is also much easier to use than the previous brush.

"Um."

Zhang Qiling responded indifferently. To be honest, because it was their first meeting, he didn't have a very good first impression of the people present.

Zhang Moyu walked in after Zhang Qiling and didn't care what these people were doing. Seeing that there were only two folders on the cabinet where the files were placed next to him, he asked casually.

"Have you finished your work?"

When the boss came to check on everyone, he would of course bring out the leader first. So the other seven people all turned their attention to the person who was still curled up on the rafters.

Zhang Ruijin, who had hung himself on the beam, slid down silently, his snake tail turned into legs, and he bowed respectfully to them before speaking.

"There aren't many things going on within the clan right now. The clan is newly established, and the members are still in the adjustment period, so they won't report anything easily.

There's not much to deal with, and we can basically handle it as soon as it happens. Although we all have some free time, we don't want to disturb other tribesmen rashly, so we'll stay here and find some entertainment. I hope the tribe leader and elders will understand."

After he said these words, Zhang Qiling's expression eased a lot.

After finishing work, he can accept developing hobbies, as long as it is not a waste of time.

"What are those two?"

Zhang Moyu gestured towards the bookcase and asked.

"We can't handle those two without authorization. We want to wait for you or the clan leader to make a decision. One is a message of condolence from the official, and it seems to vaguely mention the elders of the Mo Lan clan. More specific information has not been discovered by the subordinates.

The other one was from Zhang Fenyu's maternal family, and it was sent back through his hands. Judging from the words in the letter, the Shen family should be interested in getting closer to us.

It's unclear whether it's because the authorities are behind the scenes fanning the flames and wanting to send a scout to test the waters, or whether it's because the old man of the Shen family wants to help their family for Shen Jingyi's sake. "

"You can ignore it for now."

Zhang Qiling thought for a while and gave this answer.

He didn't have any complicated feelings of love or hate towards the current officials, and he knew that the officials had already noticed them, but he didn't really want to establish any relationship with them.

Perhaps because he had been cheated by people playing politics before, Zhang Qiling chose to ignore the possibility of future cooperation with the authorities.

No matter how much he didn't care or tried to downplay his past experiences, the years of being forced to be an experimental subject still had some mental impact on him.

For example, Zhang Qiling is extremely wary of any forces other than his own family, and can't help but think the worst of them.