The night has come to an end, and you have enough wine and meals.

Gan Qi sent a group of little brothers out and returned to his wing room. Wu Qiaoer had already sent hot water to ask Gan Qi to wipe her face and wash her feet.

Wu Qiaoer also heard him speak earnestly: "Good official, don't sway on the street again, okay? When my uncle was alive, I was thinking about it that I hope you can study and get a good fortune. Now I have finally survived a disaster. That is because my uncle has a spirit in heaven, so can you listen to my uncle do it once?"

Wu Qiaoer's words had a bit of begging, which showed that she was really thinking about Gan Qi. It was obvious that Gan Qi must have never listened to such words in the past.

Unexpectedly, Gan Qi nodded this time and replied: "Well, of course I have to study. In the future, I have to have some common language when meeting those big guys."

Wu Qiaoer was stunned when she heard this, as if she couldn't believe what Gan Qi said she wanted to study. She thought she had heard it wrong. After she realized that Wu Qiaoer was already overjoyed and quickly confirmed again: "Does the good official really want to study?"

"Take it seriously!" Gan Qi replied with a smile, thinking in his heart: I was a cultural person in my previous life.

What Gan Qi thought was not that fake. If a person is rich and powerful, he would like to be more elegant. Arts and antiques are bound to be a hobby. Poetry and articles are for the purpose of being able to express themselves and not showing their timidity in front of others. It is hard to say what the specific level is, but at least Gan Qi has been involved in many cultural matters.

Wu Qiaoer had already folded her hands together and muttered: "Uncle bless, uncle bless, good official finally got enlightened, good official finally grew up."

Gan Qi looked at Wu Qiaoer's pious appearance, her eyes flashed on her slightly closed eyes, the dim lights reflected her red cheeks, her lips that were muttering to herself, and her white teeth reflected white light.

What a good girl.

Gan Qi said: "Sister Qiaoer, in the future, I will get better and better with me in the Gan family."

Wu Qiaoer nodded seriously and replied: "Well, as long as the good official studies, everything will get better and better."

Gan Qi leaned over and was about to wipe his feet with a cloth towel, but Wu Qiaoer took the lead. Gan Qi subconsciously hid, but Wu Qiaoer still grabbed one foot.

Gan Qi just looked at Wu Qiaoer who was leaning down to wipe her feet. Her hair was covered with her hair and her hair was simply folded up. Her light blue dress was not luxurious.

Wu Qiaoer, who picked up the basin, turned around and smiled at Gan Qiyanran: "Good official went to bed early."

Gan Qi also responded with a smile, watched Wu Qiaoer go out, and turned around to bring the door with her.

Taking off his clothes, Gan Qi touched his body. It was strange that he had the same face for two lifetimes, with a clear outline of determination. However, this body of eighteen years old is obviously much stronger than in his previous life, and his tendons and flesh are all clear.

There was nothing to say all night, Gan Qi got up early, but Gan Ba ​​at the door had come to wait earlier, and he was also carrying seven young men, talking and laughing.

Seeing Gan Qi go out, everyone bowed and shouted to the elder brother.

Gan Qi nodded and said, "Go to the dock and have breakfast."

Gan Ba ​​had already led the way: "Brother, please!"

At the entrance of Ganjia Village, there is a small river tributary of the Bian River. There are already many women washing rice and vegetables in the upper reaches of the river. Some people are washing clothes and bedding in the middle reaches, but people are washing wooden barrels one by one. Even Wu Qiaoer is bent down by the river downstream.

The wooden barrel is actually a toilet, so there is no need to mention what is contained in it. This kind of toilet has been used twice, and the taste is really not satisfactory.

Looking at Wu Qiaoer who was washing the toilet, Gan Qi felt a little embarrassed and said, "Daibaer, we have to do something."

"Brother, what are you going to do? Are you working with the Black Tiger Gang?" Gan Ba ​​asked.

Gan Qi shook his head: "We need to build a new countryside, renovate the sewer, and repair flush toilets."

Gan Ba ​​could not understand it, and he said, "Does the eldest brother want to build a house? It costs a lot of money."

Gan Qi knew that it was difficult to explain for a while, so he could only say: "Forget it, let's talk about this later, go to the dock first."

The Bianhe Wharf is just outside the city of Bianjing. Opposite the Wharf River is the towering Bianjing city wall. The city of millions of people is surrounded by city walls. It is unimaginable that the city walls that cannot be seen from left to right have really gained insight.

The crowds were filled with people, and the business travelers from south to north brought all the supplies needed by millions of people, and the large ships on the river were lined up one after another.

The shouts of boatmen and the hawking of vendors sounded like chaos, but there was a vague harmony.

Standing on the stacked arch bridge across the Bian River, Gan Qi remembered "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". Yes, this is the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", which is not a small difference. Gan Qi did not expect that he could truly enter the painting in his life.

Before Gan Qi could remember melancholy or something, Gan Ba ​​next to him suddenly cursed: "Damn, isn't that a puppy? He actually wore the black clothes of the Black Tiger Gang. This thing that was ripped off, the eldest brother never treated him badly. If it weren't for the eldest brother, he would have starved to death in the village, but now he is doing things for his enemies, which is really a wolf-hearted person."

Gan Qi looked in the direction of Gan Ba's finger and saw a thin boy outside the twenty or thirty men in black clothes next to the dock in the distance. He was called Gan Gou'er. Gan Gou'er was from Ganjia Village. His parents died early, and his real family was barely bare. He usually followed Gan Qi to make a living. No wonder Gan Ba ​​was so angry.

"Forget it, there is no need to blame anyone. People cannot starve to death. If they want to eat, they will be forced to do anything." Gan Qi said.

"Why should brother be so kind?" Gan Ba ​​was still angry.

Gan Qi didn't say much, just watched the twenty or thirty people suddenly pointing to the bridge, and then everyone set out to walk over here.

The leader is big and thick, with a beard on his face, and his breasts are exposed. Gan Qi can recognize it. It is Liu Baoshan, the second leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

Gan Ba ​​once again touched the worn-out waist knife on his waist, his face was ferocious, and he said, "Brother, I'll go and kill Liu Baoshan for you."

Ganqira pulled La Ganba and said, "Stand behind me, don't talk."

Gan Ba ​​looked at Gan Qi, with countless anger in his heart, but he was extremely obedient and stood back, and said angrily: "Brother, you just say it, I will definitely kill him on the spot."

Gan Qi patted Gan Ba ​​on the shoulder and walked down the bridge. Liu Baoshan was already coming towards him. He also pointed at Gan Qi from time to time and joked, proudly.

When he arrived, Liu Baoshan said: "Yeah, isn't this the Eight-Armed Vajra Ganqi? What? Is your head good?"

Just this sentence has already angered the eight people behind Gan Qi. Gan Ba’s sword has been pulled out and is about to step forward, but he is still stopped by Gan Qi. Gan Qi replied: "Master Bao, I don’t know where I offended you normally. I have to use these despicable means to make people laugh."

Gan Qi knew that he had such a nickname as "Eight-Armed King Kong". In Gan Qi's impression, this nickname was somewhat like a little déjà vu.

The Black Tiger Gang occupied the underworld business on the wharf. Gan Qi was just an 18-year-old young man and had never participated in any business competition. He just relied on some extra money at home to gather a group of young people to have fun. Therefore, Gan Qi was somewhat confused about the fact that Liu Baoshan was trying to do something behind Liu Baoshan.

Liu Baoshan laughed loudly when he heard this, pointing at Gan Qi and said, "You rely on your father's identity as a juren. In the past, I was too lazy to pay attention to my uncle. Now that your father is dead, you still bring a bunch of rogue people, five and six people, and eight-armed King Kong every day. If you don't teach you a lesson, how can my Black Tiger Gang gain a foothold in this area?"

"Oh? So that's the case, the truth is simple and clear." Gan Qi understood that it was reasonable for the big guys in the martial arts world to suppress the rising stars.
Chapter completed!