Zhulan smiled. "In the future, we will have more dealings with clan relatives, so naturally we need to prepare a good assortment of gifts."
Xue Han was stunned. "Mom, when did Dad say that!"
Zhulan pointed to the items in the chest. "Your father told me about these things. He intends to reconcile with our clan relatives. A single branch can't make a forest; our family alone is too few in number. The clan is a root we cannot lose."
Zhulan didn't expect her daughter to understand everything all at once. Many things had to be figured out by oneself.
When she first arrived, she, like Zhou Shuren, did not have a strong conception of ancient clan culture. They both thought of relying on themselves for many things, but after the Clan Leader lent a helping hand, they slowly began to understand and increasingly recognized the importance of the clan, even if the clan did not have capable people, it was still quite awe-inspiring in the neighboring ten miles and eight villages.
