After time travel, he devoted himself to helping his father with his career.

Therefore, the two parties agreed on a time to inspect and weigh each other's goods at the inn tomorrow, and Cheng Si then left Dorje's yard.

"Lin, can we trust this person?" Dorje asked Huo Zelin after Cheng Si left.

Dorje was still not used to this kind of thinking with the Central Plains people. It was because the Central Plains people had too many ideas.

Huo Zelin said somewhat casually: "Not sure! However, Daliang has regained Dianzhou for so many years, so it may not be impossible to rebuild the Silk Horse Division."

Dorje frowned a little. If the court got involved in a good business, most of the profits would be taken away by the court. Huo Zelin thinks in the long term, and many things have pros and cons.

The gifts they have given to border guards and staff officers have become more and more generous over the years, and proportionally they have long exceeded the proportion of normal taxes.

Moreover, the appetite of these officials is getting bigger and bigger, and if they continue, they will not make enough money to honor the officials at the end of the year.

Mingjia goes to bed early and wakes up early. Today is even more rare, I caught up with everyone to have breakfast together.

"Mingjia, Huo Zelin will bring someone over soon to replace the medicinal materials and other mountain products." Cheng Si spoke to Mingjia about the arrangements for this morning.

Ming Jia raised her eyebrows, "Huo Zelin?"

"Yeah! That guy from Daliang in Dorje's caravan! He knows me. He was also in Dianzhou City during the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Everyone had breakfast together, and the government servant arranged by Yang Tingxuan was also there. Cheng Si couldn't go into details.

Ming Jia felt that there seemed to be something in Cheng Si's words, so she nodded happily, "Then just let Shuang'er accompany me in the morning. You can watch and change things. I'm in the inn and won't go out."

Cheng Si felt relieved when he heard Master Mingjia say that he would just stay in the inn. "Okay, after changing the things, I will send you the goods list!"

Mingjia was sure that Fourth Uncle Cheng really had something to say to her, so she nodded and continued eating breakfast without saying anything else.

Cheng Si and his people were busy exchanging goods in front, while Mingjia sat in the inn yard and squinted in the sun. Mingjia looked leisurely and kept thinking about this matter.

Mingjia carefully recalled the first meeting with Dorje and the man named Huo Zelin. Mingjia was very sure that Huo Zelin never said that he was from Daliang.

And that Dorje's salute made Mingjia feel something was wrong. The Tubo Dynasty was a Tibetan Buddhist country, but Mingjia really didn't know the specific development history.

"Why wasn't I a history major in my previous life?" Mingjia once again questioned her choice of major in her previous life.

Mingjia basked in the sun leisurely and waited until Cheng Si came to her with the account books. "I've had enough sun, let's go! Go back and chat!"

Cheng Si first told about the chat with Huo Zelin last night, especially the matter that Dorje raised about the court's intervention in the trade route.

Although Mingjia didn't know the specific situation, her intuition told her that something was going on here. "Don't the government servants arranged by Yang Zhizhou know these things?"

Cheng Si shook his head, "I went alone last night. Do I want to hide this from Yang Zhizhou?"

Mingjia always keeps a few chess pieces hidden in her sleeve pockets, which she usually uses to practice her finger dexterity. At this moment, it is moving flexibly between the fingers of the right hand.

"Uncle Cheng, did you meet Dorje today to find out when they will leave Cang'er County? I have to think about it. I have something I need you to help me find out about."

Ming Jia's words were a bit vague, so Cheng Si didn't ask any more questions. He would do whatever Ming Jia said. "Okay! I'll go have a few words with Dorje first."

After Cheng Si left, Mingjia sat there and thought for a long time.

"The profit from the tea-horse trade must be very high, and the court back then wanted to acquire outstanding war horses from the plateau. The court today must be very interested as well."

"But, it's so offending~!" Mingjia knew how sweet this cake was, but she also knew how risky it was.

The imperial court will definitely control the tea-horse trade, but when will it remember? In fact, Mingjia was thinking about something else.

"Yang Tingxuan has been in Dianzhou for four years. He will be promoted and transferred in at most two years! After Yang Tingxuan is transferred, who will take over the position of Dianzhou magistrate?"

Mingjia felt that if his father had always behaved in the position of Tongzhi, there was a high probability that it would not be his turn to be the magistrate, and a new magistrate would definitely be transferred from other places.

"Alas!" Mingjia rarely sighed anymore. However, it seems that this matter cannot be planned. If Yang Tingxuan had recommended him before his transfer, he could get twice the result with half the effort.

"Yang Tingxuan's political achievements in Dianzhou are indeed outstanding, but if he wants to rely on these political achievements to enter Beijing, it is not enough."

"No matter how capable Marquis Dingyuan is, Yang Tingxuan cannot be assigned an important position in the capital. So Yang Tingxuan's next choice is either to be a capital official without real power, or to be transferred to the magistrate of Shangzhou!"

Mingjia had been observing Yang Tingxuan during this period, and even learned a lot about the resources invested by the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion in Dianzhou. "So, Dingyuan Hou Mansion has a very big plan!"

The more Mingjia thought about it, the more he felt that Dingyuan Hou was really an old fox. He was a wealthy prince in the capital, and even the prince of the Hou family was a mediocre person.

Among the princes and earls in the capital, Dingyuanhou’s house is not famous at all, but all its resources are used to train the third son. This is to produce a powerful minister!

"A powerful minister! It's so easy to be a powerful minister! And there's a huge family like Dingyuan Marquis Mansion behind him. It's the right time for the founding emperor and the new emperor."

Yang Tingxuan works as an official outside, and his family background and background are his background and confidence. But as Yang Tingxuan became a capital official, Dingyuan Hou Mansion could only be a drag.

Thinking of this, Ming Jia couldn't help but compare Yang Tingxuan and Chen Shao'ang. In the final conclusion, Chen Shaoang wins!

However, when thinking of Chen Shaoang, he naturally thought of the port in Xuzhou. Mingjia expected that this time he would take a long way back to Dianzhou, and the Xuzhou case would be over.

"If I can make Xuzhou's port discovered in advance, can I make the imperial court aware of the risks and profits existing in the tea-horse trade in Dianzhou earlier?"

The control and taxation of the tea-horse mutual market should be regarded as a great achievement!

Thinking of this, Mingjia was so excited that she couldn't sit still, stood up and walked around the room!

"Two years are enough for Yang Tingxuan to achieve great achievements! Especially since Dingyuan Hou still has some connections and prestige in the army, it is perfect for Yang Tingxuan to do this!"

First, we can reach a cooperation with Yang Tingxuan and directly reduce the time Yang Tingxuan works outside. It can reduce Yang Tingxuan's time by three years or even six years.

Secondly, in two years' time, dad can seek the position of governor of the state. Of course, the most important thing is that the matter of controlling the tea-horse exchange market will definitely not fall on dad.

Two years later, my medicinal materials and patent medicine business should have achieved some results. In short, my father is not short of political achievements, and it is the best result that the tea-horse trading job falls on Yang Tingxuan.