Chapter 377 Chu Lan has been wandering for half his life and has never met a wise leader

When Zhang Chulan and Nan Xihe came over, Zhang Moyu was making tea elegantly, and Zhang Qiling had just returned from teaching the children in the martial arts field.

Nan Xihe introduced them to each other. After knowing Zhang Qiling's identity, Zhang Chulan rushed forward quickly, hugged one of his thighs accurately, and began to cry and howl.

"Uncle, clan leader! How did you find me just now? Chu Lan has been living in the open air for years, and his life has been so miserable. My parents died when I was young, and my grandfather took care of me for a few years before he disappeared for some reason.

I was in an orphanage at a very young age. I didn’t have enough to eat, wasn’t dressed warmly, and was bullied by other people.

Although my grandfather taught me some special kung fu, he told me that there are many bad people out there and exposing these skills will only harm me. Every time someone bullies me, I can only suffer in silence, and no one ever stands up for me.

I finally got into university, but ended up having to work three jobs a day to earn tuition. I'm so poor I can't even afford instant noodles. The most I eat is steamed cornbread with pickles. My life is so miserable... Uncle Clan Leader! You're my dear uncle, you can't just leave me alone!

Zhang Chulan cried with tears and snot, and his howls were so loud that it was estimated that half of the tribe could hear his voice.

Zhang Qiling looked down at him, and somehow he had a vision of Hei Xia Zi, probably because the focus of these two people's words was on money.

However, his own child, who has been living away from home since childhood, still needs more care from him. This is different from that thick-skinned old man Hei Xia Zi.

Zhang Qiling reached out his hand, ruffled Zhang Chulan's messy hair, and subconsciously softened his voice when he spoke.

"Don't be afraid, the family will be your support in the future."

Zhang Chulan burped without any manner, wiped the snot and tears from his face with his sleeve, looked up at Zhang Qiling pitifully, with hope on his face, and asked with some boyish shyness.

"Really? Then can I call you uncle from now on?"

It's so obvious that he wants to take advantage of the situation.

Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Chulan, who was crying and snotting, and whose filth was all over his pants, and whose whole body was dirty, and he had the urge to kick him out.

I kept telling myself, comforting myself: This is a new kid, a homeless kid who doesn't know what's going on, and he must have been wronged outside...

Suppressing the urge of mysophobia, Zhang Qiling grabbed Zhang Chulan by the back of his collar, lifted him up, and spoke expressionlessly.

"Whatever you want, wash up and change clothes first."

After Zhang Chulan was picked up by him, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, but spoke with a flattering face.

"Okay, uncle!"

Zhang Qiling winked at Zhang Moyu, then turned sleekly and headed towards his attic.

Zhang Moyu nodded imperceptibly, then waved at Zhang Chulan with a smile.

"You're so lucky, kid. Ruihe just delivered a batch of standard-sized clothes yesterday. I'll take you to pick up two pieces and tell you about the family.

As for the factional divisions within the family, since Xiao Xihe is from an outsider family, it’s not convenient for me to tell you, so let me explain it.”

Zhang Moyu stood up and was about to take the person to his side to change clothes, but suddenly he thought of something. He turned around and spoke calmly to Nan Xihe who was looking at him eagerly.

"Eight hundred and fifty thousand. When you have time, go ask Ben Ling for the check yourself."

When Nan Xihe heard these words, her eyes lit up, her breathing became rapid with excitement, her face flushed, and when she looked at Zhang Chulan again, her eyes were so gentle that it was as if she was looking at her benefactor.

He knew that he could get at least 650,000, but he didn't expect that Zhang Chulan's blood concentration could reach 50%!

After receiving 850,000 yuan in pocket money, Nan Xihe, who was originally relying on the family's minimum living allowance, was so upset that he even walked with a shaky face!

Even his original intention of finding a young lady to hang out with a rich woman in Zhang's house was ruined by this huge sum of money.

Nan Xihe, who had never seen the world, took small steps with a smile on her face and left in a daze.

Zhang Chulan also heard the two key words "850,000" and "check" and asked Zhang Moyu curiously.

"Elder, what did you just say?"

"Nothing much, just a reward for a family member who found their clan member."

Zhang Moyu said it lightly, and then noticed that Zhang Chulan's complexion changed from white to red, from red to black, and from black to blue, which was more exciting than changing his face.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Moyu raised his eyebrows at him. It was true that Zhang Chulan was the child that Nan Xihe had found. Originally, the relationship between the two seemed to be quite good. But why did it seem that Zhang Chulan was not very happy when Nan Xihe made money?

Seeing that his brother was about to drive the Land Rover with the money from selling himself, Zhang Chulan looked frustrated and spoke with gritted teeth.

"I'm fine!"

No way!

Zhang Chulan now felt that Nan Xihe was too unethical. After introducing him home, why didn’t she give him half of the introduction fee!!!

He will be a member of the Zhang family from now on. That was the money he earned from selling his body, so he should at least get some of it!

Zhang Chulan thought in his heart with a twisted and wild feeling that his resentment towards Nan Xihe could feed ten evil sword immortals.

That's not eighty-five yuan, nor is it eight hundred and fifty, that's a full eight hundred and fifty thousand!

He has never spent so much money on all his expenses since he was a child!

He couldn't even dream of so much money!

In his dreams, the most he could do was to win hundreds of thousands of dollars in the lottery and live a life without worries about food and drink.

Zhang Chulan's tears of envy, jealousy and hatred were raging in his heart. He vaguely felt as if he saw the money that originally belonged to him grow wings out of thin air and fly towards the freedom of poetry and the distance.

Don’t ask, it will hurt your heart if you ask!

The experienced Zhang Moyu of course saw through what Zhang Chulan was thinking at a glance, but he had no intention of pulling Zhang Chulan out of his autism. He just admired his expression with a smile on his face.

After going to the rest room in the attic and changing into a handsome set of clothes in an ancient style, Zhang Chulan looked at himself in the mirror, who had never looked so handsome before. He tidied up his messy hair and straightened his clothes, and once again felt like he was returning to his roots.

Look at this set of clothes. He has never seen this material before. It should be the windproof, waterproof and tear-resistant clothes that the half-human, half-spider guy mentioned. The shape of this clothes is also good, it looks really good!

Zhang Chulan happily posed in front of the mirror, then with a reserved smile, she happily followed Zhang Moyu to the main building to find Zhang Qiling.