Isn't that the answer. Xiao Bohan smiled lightly and said: "Our casino in Liulin is very small, and we have never sold drugs, since they have come to Liulin City to grab the scene regardless of the rules, the other big brothers will definitely not sit idly by, let's wait and see what happens." ”

"Hehe, no wonder Mr. Xiao is so confident. Li Kehao had to praise twice, perhaps because his experience in walking the underworld is too shallow, and he has not been able to make a comprehensive analysis of the deception on the road, he may be able to observe the case thoroughly with the keen eye of a lawyer, but he still needs the help of experience and talent in other aspects.

"Because I always understand that the world is not mine alone, why worry about it?" Xiao Bohan drank the tea again, he put the empty cup on the desk and said: "Prepare, tomorrow will be the Chinese New Year's Eve, let everyone have a good time, and have dinner tomorrow night."

"Well, okay, I'll go see if there's anything to prepare. After Li Kehao finished speaking, he also stood up and said goodbye and left.

But Xiao Bohan was not as relaxed as he told Li Kehao just now, after Li Kehao left, he called Qin Hanshui's security company again, asking them to pay close attention to the movements of the group of people who came to grab land in the provincial capital, and inform themselves of the changes in the situation at any time.

Although this matter has little impact on the current business of Hengdao Group on the surface, everything has a cause and effect relationship, will their strong arrival make the already complex contradictions and the situation changeable in Liulin City cause disputes again, and will it bring unexpected harm to all crossings?

As an immersive and far-sighted big brother, it is necessary for Xiao Bohan to make more assumptions and precautions, but one thing he knows is that even if the world is in chaos, he will not do it until after the Spring Festival.

Early the next morning, Xiao Bohan took people and accompanied his sister Xiao Yuning to his father's grave to pay respects.

At the foot of the North Mountain in the suburbs of Liulin, they got off together, Xiao Bohan brought a lot of people today, Uncle Quan, Ghost Hand, Mengling, etc. are all coming together, the hillside in winter, not lonely at all today, there are many people who come to pay tribute along the way, this is a unique custom in Liulin City, everyone wants to comfort their deceased relatives before the Spring Festival, give them some incense, and burn some paper money.

Although Xiao Bohan and his entourage did not have a deadline for Ai Ai, crying and crying, but there were still few people talking along the way, everyone's mood was very heavy, Xiao Yuning's eyes were full of tears, but fortunately she didn't cry.

Climbed the mountainside, I saw the grave of Boss Xiao from a distance, the black stone wall flashed in the sunlight, at this time, all the people were emotional, even Meng Ling, who had never known Boss Xiao, also had sadness in his eyes because he was constantly close to Xiao Bohan.

Xiao Bohan didn't shed tears, he just walked in front silently, pulled from time to time, and helped his sister Xiao Yuning, and when Xiao Yuning finally cried loudly, Xiao Bohan began to cry.

The ghost hands and the others cleaned up the incense burner in front of the tombstone, cleaned up the weeds next to it, and after a while, what appeared in front of them was a clean grave.

There are also people who quickly took out the paper flower paper tape from the bag, sprinkled it on the grave of Boss Xiao, and finally put a bunch of beautiful flowers and plants on the grave, the flowers represent everyone's thoughts about Boss Xiao, and soon, the grave turned into a big flower chair like magic, and the grave was placed in front of the round duck eggs, fragrant meat, red apples, and Boss Xiao's favorite Liulin Laojiao wine.

The tears of all the sacrificers will be strung into a piece of wet memories into a scene of pictures, the cold wind can not wipe away the sad and touching eyes, they stand in the strong wind of sorrow, facing the cold and cold tombstones, empty and faint lamentation and boundless self-blame, especially Uncle Quan and the ghost hand, are burdened with a cold heart in the wind wailing and circling.

Xiao Bohan patted Uncle Quan's shoulder and said, "Uncle Quan, you mourn, Dad knows that you are thinking about him." ”

Uncle Quan wiped his tears and said, "It's all my fault at that time, alas." ”

Xiao Bohan shook his head and shook Uncle Quan's hand vigorously, giving him strength.

Like last time, after going through all the procedures, except for his sister Xiao Yuning, everyone else retreated, Xiao Bohan stayed at the grave for a long time, he looked at the photo of his father on the tomb wall, and muttered about his work for most of the year, he also talked about a lot of his thoughts and expectations for the future, he assured his father, saying that he would definitely let his father's career carry forward.

Xiao Yuning also restrained her crying, muttering in a whisper, she couldn't hear what she was talking about, of course she wouldn't tell about Hengdao Group, probably telling her father about the desolation in her heart.

On the way down the mountain, Xiao Bohan saw a farmhouse in the shade of trees, he stopped going down the mountain, and walked over, and the others knew the sadness in his heart, and they all followed silently, and approached the farmhouse, Xiao Bohan found that the farmhouse was dirty and smelly, and it was more appropriate to say that it was a bird's nest than a human habit.

Xiao Bohan walked through the unlocked wooden door, and the window in the room was small and very dark inside. Littered with things in the six-meter-square dirt room, a chicken ladder made of thin branches stood next to the wall, and a lean rooster stood on the rungs of a ladder full of chicken droppings and yellow and white chicken feathers, protecting a hen on a roof beam.

In the dirty, stinking, impoverished farmhouse, three boys were sitting around the hearth, waiting for the sweet potatoes to be cooked quickly;

They didn't care too much about Shaw's arrival, one boy stretched out an arm under his head, and took a half-burned firewood to play with the fire that was about to be extinguished, and sighed while the other boy kicked the floor impatiently with his emaciated feet, sometimes secretly looking at the pot that was not yet steaming, and sometimes glancing at the faces of his brothers.

They were silent, their rough eyes shining with great zeal, and they were all thinking about the sweet potatoes they were cooking. Or perhaps they were imagining the color, shape, and taste of the food that was about to arrive in their mouths with their rich imagination, when the sleeping salivary glands in their mouths were suddenly awakened, saliva gushed out from the base of their tongues, and their cheeks ached, and they almost cried, and they seemed to feel some pain in their heads, and they couldn't stop cooing and cooing.

These children are hungry all year round, never know what it means to be full, day or night, with only one thought in their minds, "I want to eat, I want to eat".

So when it comes to eating, they lose their minds and appear hungry. Now, perhaps all three children are thinking the same thing: "If only I could eat these sweet potatoes alone!"

At such a time, they deeply felt that the brothers who were inseparable from each other on a daily basis had now become very redundant and annoying.

Because of this, they did not notice that a flock of chickens was scrambling to peck at the hole in the straw bag at some point, which was the same rice that their father had always warned him not to waste a grain or he would be blind.

The chickens and the children are preoccupied with eating.

However, when the pot was easy to hear the exciting gurgling sound, the children's faces suddenly brightened, and from time to time they lifted the lid and looked in with smiling eyes. They were eager to eat the sweet potatoes right away, and they wanted to reach for them, but they were too embarrassed to reach out.

Xiao Bohan had tears in his eyes at this time, and he sincerely took pity on them, how powerful the white potato was to them!

Xiao Bohan thought: If it was possible, he really wanted them to eat until they didn't want to see the white potatoes again.

Xiao Bohan still left, but when he left, he asked the ghost hand for hundreds of dollars to put in a rattan box next to the door, he didn't know if he could make himself feel better, but, obviously, these children didn't pay too much attention to him, money for them, not at all as fragrant sweet potatoes.

People like to call the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve New Year, and some call it Chinese New Year's Eve.

It should be a long time ago, there are two monsters on the ground, one is called Nian, the other is called Xi, on the day of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Nian will go out to the villages to plunder property, food, crops will be trampled, cattle and sheep will be eaten, as long as the villages that Nian has visited are not living well, miserable, people have also thought of many ways to defend the year, but there is no line, the year is not only big, but also strong, and eyes and ears listen to all directions, there is no way to prevent him.

Until one day, Nian came to "Li" Village, saw the red lanterns hanging inside, turned on the lights, and beat the drums, scared and ran away, people called him the New Year in order to commemorate this day. Another monster is called Xi, the same big as the year, the strength, the eyes and ears listen to all directions, and the same as the year Chinese New Year's Eve will come out, every step he takes is like an earthquake, one mouth can eat a cow, but he is not afraid of red lanterns, Lights and drums, so people can't do anything about it, Xi will be a blessing, no matter when, Xi will cover his neck, which arouses people's suspicions, so today, people sent Xi several jars of spirits, after Xi was drunk, a young man cut off its head, who knows, where Xi's head goes, where it will catch fire, so the young man grabbed Xi's head and jumped into the Yellow River.

People commemorate this day, and some people call the Chinese New Year's Eve Chinese New Year's Eve. There is a custom in Liulin City that this meal on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve is called the Chinese New Year's Eve Dinner, and it is generally necessary to honor ancestors and set off firecrackers before the meal. Therefore, the weather is a little colder, the fires are a little bigger, the firecrackers are a little more, and the atmosphere and taste of the traditional New Year are overflowing from the strong aroma of wine and coriander.

In other words, the so-called taste of the New Year here actually refers to the taste of family reunion and family affection, and it is with this taste that the nostalgia of the Chinese nation for 5,000 years has been born.

It was supposed to be a dinner with the family, but the underworld in Liulin City, especially the people of the Hengdao Group, traditionally like to spend this time in the gang, in their hearts, these brothers who live and die together and share weal and woe are the closest people. Dear readers, in order to prevent this book from being blocked on the website, please be sure to pay attention to my WeChat public account 'Ximen also blows snow", so that you can see me more, better, and you won't be unable to see the book because of the blocking.