Three days later, Di Xin looked at the information returned in his hand and smiled helplessly.
It is indeed not easy to be a divine envoy sent by King Cheng to the land of Northern Xinjiang.
Although Pu Gongzhi did things secretly, he finally noticed something unusual. This dispute over the silk shop was a test.
There is no secret about the Satin Shop. Although the location is good, it is not without alternatives.
The reason why the divine envoy fought for more than a month and even bought it at a price that was more than double the market price was because he wanted to see if he could fish out the forces that would block their expansion.
But it was a pity that this time, although he confirmed that someone was indeed secretly dealing with the Mingyue Tower forces in northern Xinjiang, he did not find the real target.
Because of Di Xin's entrustment, even though not many people knew about Mr. Pu, he always acted in secret.
This was true even when fighting for the silk shop with the Mingyue Tower Divine Envoy. Under the surface, there were different people running errands for Pu Gong, and he was only responsible for doing things secretly.
The doubts in Di Xin's heart disappeared and he folded up the information in his hand.
Since the silk shop had no secrets, he didn't need to focus on it.
With Pu Gong secretly watching, Mingyue Tower's power in northern Xinjiang cannot cause any trouble.
At this moment, there was a knock on the study door.
Di Xin put the folded note in the book and said, "Come in."
Squeak.
There was a crisp sound of pushing the door open, and Song Qianwei and Zhao Yuer walked in from outside.
When Di Xin saw it was them, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Didn't you two go shopping today? Why are you back so early?"
As he spoke, he tilted his head and glanced at the sun outside through the gap in the window.
That's right, it's not yet noon.
Song Qianwei closed the door and said helplessly: "Xiao Yue'er, I saw a good thing today, I can buy it for you at any cost."
"Funny stuff?"
Di Xin raised his eyebrows again and looked at Zhao Yue'er who was standing behind Song Qianwei.
The sun came out in the west today. How could she think of buying him a gift?
"Who said I was going to send you off?"
Seeing Di Xin's eyes, Zhao Yue'er subconsciously hugged the package in her arms tightly, and then, as if she thought of something, she cautiously loosened it a little.
She looked down at the package and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that nothing happened.
Then she looked at Di Xin again.
"We agreed, I'll just buy it for you to look at, and you'll have to return it to me after you finish it."
His tone was like that of a child who has received a new toy and can't wait to show it off to his friends.
Di Xin: "..."
"Okay, okay."
He was not interested in what treasure Zhao Yuer had found, but he still followed her words and said, "I won't rob it, just take a look."
"A broken promise is a puppy."
After cursing a prince from Dali in person, Zhao Yue'er moved to the desk, put down the package in her arms, and then opened it carefully for fear of damaging the contents inside.
"How's it going? Does it look good?"
Di Xin: "..."
After a long while, he covered his forehead and said, "Have you forgotten that I am the Prince of Dali?"
"ah?"
Zhao Yue'er didn't see the slightest novelty on Di Xin's face, but was stunned by his words: "I know!"
Di Xin twitched the corners of his lips and continued: "Then do you know that starting from decades ago, Western countries have come to pay tribute to me every three years, and one of the tributes is colored glaze."
Zhao Yue'er was stunned.
She looked at the two glazed products on the table that she bought as treasures, then looked at Di Xin, and asked in disbelief: "So these things..."
Emperor Xin nodded and said: "If you like it, go to the princess and ask for it. In previous years, the palace rewarded many glazed products, and they also brought Yanque Pass."
"You used to follow your father on business trips and had a lot of dealings with Western countries. Have you never seen..."
After saying this, Di Xin reacted.
"I don't blame you either."
He said: "Because of the long distance and extremely low output, glass products have always been tribute from the West in previous years. Only in the past two years did the imperial court allow their circulation among the people."
To put it bluntly, there were too many of these things in the palace, and the royal family no longer wanted them, so they allowed people to start trading.
Before this, neither Western merchants from foreign countries nor caravans returning from across the ocean were allowed to buy or sell glazed products, so it was normal that Zhao Yue'er had never seen them.
But Zhao Yue'er didn't listen to the next words.
After hearing that there were many glazed products in the house, her eyes darkened.
She was anxious to come back, so naturally she didn't just want to show off, otherwise she wouldn't have bought two.
Just as Song Qianwei said, she originally wanted to give one of them as a gift to Di Xin, but she was reluctant to part with it after walking to the door.
Of course, it’s not that I don’t plan to give it away.
Instead, she planned to show off first, and if Di Xin showed that she particularly liked it, she would give him another one.
But now!
When she heard that there were many similar glazed products in her house, she wanted to show off but was slapped in the face. She immediately lost interest in the two "treasures" in front of her.
But Di Xin hadn't finished speaking yet.
"Even if private trade is open, because the transportation of Ryukyu products is inconvenient, foreign caravans will not bring many of them every time. Northern Xinjiang is far away from the sea. Where did you buy these two things?"
Di Xin frowned.
You can only come to Dali from the Western Land by boat, and Dali only has southern Xinjiang close to the sea. Once, your Western caravan would only land in southern Xinjiang, and then go all the way to the capital.
After selling all the goods in the capital, they will return the same way, and only a few caravans will continue to the north or east.
Although Ryukyu products are allowed to be bought and sold among the private sector, because of their scarcity, most people who buy them back will not sell them again.
It's not that there are no Dali merchants to resell, but with the money in the hands of Zhao Yuer and Song Qianwei, it is possible to buy from Westerners, but they absolutely cannot afford to buy the goods from the resale merchants.
So there is only one possibility.
Di Xin looked at the two of them and asked, "Are there any Western merchants in Yanque Pass?"
Zhao Yue'er was still feeling sad looking at the "baby" she bought, so the person who answered became Song Qianwei.
"Your Highness, how did you guess that?"
Song Qianwei opened her mouth slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
If she hadn't seen the Western merchants and bought the "treasure" from them, how could Zhao Yue'er think of showing off to Di Xin.
The only good thing that a prince has never seen is a creation from the other side of the ocean.
After getting the answer, Di Xin calmed down.
His eyes fell on the two glazed products on the desk again.
