Four elders within the clan frowned, and with a gesture, they spent ten taels of silver; Old Wang's family really had made it big.
The Clan Leader looked at Zhou Shuren, "Today's affairs concern Chang Zhi. This silver should go to your household."
Zhou Shuren curled his lips into a smile, "Uncle, these words of yours make me uneasy, don't they? The whole matter today was resolved thanks to the clan's support. This silver should serve to show my respect to uncle and the other elders."
Zhulan glanced at the Clan Leader. The Clan Leader was shrewd indeed, insisting the money belonged to their family, knowing full well they would not accept it. Zhou Shuren's reply would allow others to accept the silver with a clear conscience. They were all crafty.
The Clan Leader did not decline further; to do so would seem overdone and lose its grace, "Alright, we will accept your kind gesture."
