The family talked for a while, reminiscing about the past year.

This year, the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion can be described as having ups and downs, the prison has been there, and he came out, leaving the capital and coming to the border city, thinking that he would be able to live a stable life away from the capital, but who knew that the family was still separated from the two places, and Xue Jincheng suddenly fell into Gu poison again......

Fortunately, before the New Year, most things were settled.

In the new year, I hope that all things will turn out to be good!

Years ago, Mu Zi sent people to send New Year's gifts to the surrounding neighbors played a role, and since the third day of the Lunar New Year, she has been entertaining for four or five days in a row.

It is said that the people in the border city are straightforward and frank, but when it comes to really socializing, it still makes Mu Zi tired. After a few days in a row, Mu Zi's communication with several neighbors was only superficial 'familiar', if he wanted to really become a good family, I am afraid that it would take a lot of effort in the future.

In the atmosphere of New Year's joy, what made Mu Zi happiest was that Xue Jincheng's body was completely well, except that he was thinner than in the past.

However, after the old man of Guigu and Zhao Changping were diagnosed and treated, Mu Zi believed that if he continued to make up for it, he would be able to raise him 'white and fat' in a few days.

Compared with the nourishing and comfortable life that the old man of Guigu lived in the border city, Zhao Changping's mentality was not a little worse.

He was originally thin-skinned, and he was used to going to the pharmacy every day in the morning and returning late to the pharmacy for a consultation, but now he has nothing to do all day, and he is living in someone else's house, which is really uncomfortable.

Therefore, Zhao Changping came to Mu Zi.

"What are Dr. Zhao's plans for the future?" Mu Zi asked Zhao Changping.

"I ...... I still want to continue to practice medicine and sit in the clinic. Zhao Changping whispered.

"How much money do you make from opening a pharmacy?" Bai Bing hated him for being so thankless and easy to offend people.

"About ...... About a few hundred dollars. Zhao Changping is a little weak-hearted, in fact, sometimes when he encounters poor people, he doesn't even make money but sticks silver.

"So little?" Bai Bing looked at Zhao Changping in surprise, as if he didn't understand what was going on in his head.

Bai Bing doesn't have much concept of money, the life of the Snow Clan doesn't need silver, but during the days in Southern Xinjiang, he has been eating restaurants with Mu Zi, and he also knows that a dish in the restaurant costs a few taels of silver, and Zhao Changping earns hundreds of dollars a day, I'm afraid he can't even buy a meat bun!

"If you don't have enough money to eat or drink, why are you going to do it? It's better to stay at home! How comfortable? Anyway, what we have is indispensable to you, don't worry! Besides, isn't it good that you help your family see a doctor once in a while? Bai Bing had no heart or lungs, and suggested with a big grin, as if he had already regarded himself as the little master of this family.

Although she has never made any money so far, this does not stop her from despising Zhao Changping in the slightest.

Zhao Zhengping's face was almost red into a shrimp, and he was speechless in shame.

Mu Zi was also a little helpless to Bai Bing, this girl lived very chic every day, and when she saw others doing things, she felt that they lived too hard, but she never knew what it took to run a life.

Although, when the patriarch of the Snow Clan handed her into his hands, he just hoped that Bai Bing's safety with Mu Zi would be more guaranteed, and there was nothing else, however, Mu Zi felt that this girl could not continue to be so 'happy'.