Chapter Twenty-Three: Settle the Accounts, Extraneous Branches

When Uncle Ping, who was kind and smiling to the little carpenter on weekdays, said such vicious and cruel words, the little carpenter's heart jumped suddenly, and he realized that he was still too underestimated for the sinister nature of the human heart.

It turns out that whether it is Gan Wenming or Uncle Ping, people have actually been wary of themselves for a long time.

Gan Wenming can even guess where he came from.

It's no wonder that when Uncle Ping talked to him last night, he deliberately led the topic to Gan Haotian, but he had already been tempting, but it was a pity that he took it lightly at that time and let the other party notice it.

Speaking of which, the reason why the little carpenter was so calm before was because Gan Jiabao was his home after all, whether it was Gan Wenming, or Gan Wenfang, or the current castle owner, and the old castle owner who had retreated, they were all his relatives.

He came over this time, but he didn't want to bother, it was too complicated, and he couldn't prove that he was the son of Gan Haotian who was lost, so he would hide his name and identity.

Unexpectedly, he still gave people a misunderstanding, thinking that he came back here, but he wanted to fight for the inheritance of Ganjiabao.

And what the little carpenter didn't expect was that Uncle Ping showed an attitude at the moment, which was like an enemy.

These words made the little carpenter feel a little cold, and he pricked up his ears more and more, wanting to listen to Gan Wenming's opinion.

Fortunately, although Gan Wenming was a little hostile to his cousin who appeared out of thin air, his murderous intent was still shallow, and he also whispered at the moment: "There is no need, not to mention that his origin is unknown and cannot prove himself, even if my grandfather and those uncles and brothers admit his identity, so what?" His father has been dead for more than ten years, and he has no influence for a long time, no matter how confused my grandfather is, he will not give Ganjiabao to an outsider to manage; Besides, that Nalan Xiaoshan hasn't shown up for many years, and I don't know if it's dead......"

Uncle Ping's opinion was different: "Anyway, this person still has some wolf ambitions when he comes over, otherwise he wouldn't have sneaked into my Ganjiabao with his head and tail exposed." ”

Gan Wenming said: "I want to be a speaker of Ganjiabao in the future, and I have to be tolerant, otherwise I will be very passive if I catch someone." Okay, this matter is over, pay him tomorrow, and then let him get out, and then you send someone to help me keep an eye on him and watch his follow-up actions - I won't kill him for fighting for power and profit, but if this guy wants to be bad for my Ganjiabao, then don't worry about my relatives, hum ......"

Uncle Ping said flatteringly: "The eldest young master should be really benevolent and righteous...... The two of them said this, and then left.

The little carpenter heard the footsteps fading away, and opened his eyes, and saw that it was already dark outside, and that he had slept for about half an hour.

He felt some discomfort in his back, and when he reached out to touch it, it was sweat from his hand.

In these days of working in Ganjiabao, the little carpenter has seen with his own eyes some of the strength of Ganjiabao, whether it is the caravan guards, the family members in the fort, or the swordsmen and worshippers who are raised, they are all elites.

In particular, the people who are worshiped by those swordsmen are all first-class masters, and the people in the Ganjiabao family, these have family heirlooms, and their roots and bones are excellent, with the accumulation of Ganjiabao for a hundred years, but there are a large number of masters.

It is these people who support Ganjiabao's hegemony here.

If Gan Wenming really moved to kill, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to easily get out.

After all, once you fall into chaos, your so-called identity may not be able to save your life.

He lay in the corner of the workshop, thinking about what to do next, thinking about it, but still feeling that it was like Gan Wenming's arrangement, after taking the salary, he left here, and when the time came, he went to the old butler to ask about the situation, and when he had a decision, he left.

He has followed Lu Da for so many years, and his memory of this place is long gone.

Things are man-made, and this place is no longer his home.

After about half an hour, he walked out of the workshop, returned to his lodgings, asked for hot water, washed off his stinky sweat, and changed his clothes.

After cleaning up here, Uncle Ping came to find the little carpenter, saying that Gan Wenming was looking for him.

At this moment, Uncle Ping greeted him warmly, without the ruthlessness of the previous moment, seeing the smiling Uncle Ping, the little carpenter was false and wronged, cheered up to deal with it, and did not let him see the abnormality, and then, he came to the factory to complete the handover with Gan Wenming.