"This position is naturally not needed by Your Excellency, but how do you know that the驸马 Han does not have a suitable candidate?"
Seeing Han Mo fall into thought again, Yuan Xingchi said in a low voice.
"You mean..."
Reminded by him, Han Mo suddenly felt enlightened.
It seems to be true!
He himself did not have a suitable candidate, but that did not mean that Han Jiayan did not.
The Han family, after all, was a distinguished family. The position of a Minister of Revenue should not be difficult for Han Jiayan!
"That's right, the Han family is Your Excellency's relative. Supporting some elites within the clan would be beneficial and harmless for Your Excellency!"
Yuan Xingchi said with a smile.
"Sir, you have truly enlightened me. Please accept my bow!"
Only at this moment did Han Mo realize that he seemed to have fallen into a rut.
He himself had transmigrated from the future, so he did not have a strong sense of belonging to the entire Han family.
As a result, when considering problems, he habitually treated the Han family as another faction.
Instead, he had completely overlooked the fact that he was actually a member of the Han family.
Why, in this era, did the descendants of aristocratic families generally only marry women from aristocratic families?
On one hand, it was indeed due to the traditional concept of matching social status.
On the other hand, wasn't this a decision based on interests?
This was a form of resource exchange between both parties. The male's relatives and the female's relatives, through this marriage bond, could mutually benefit.
Just like in the current situation, Zhe Yourong's relatives could not provide much political assistance to Han Mo.
If it were a native scholar-official, he probably would not have agreed to such a marriage.
After all, for a young official, marriage was a very serious matter.
Not only did the two individuals need to be mutually in love, but more importantly, the female's relatives had to bring sufficient benefits to the male. This was the common view of marriage among Song Dynasty scholar-officials.
Of course, even under this universal moral standard, there would always be a few who went against the grain.
However, fortunately, although Zhe Yourong's side could not provide much political assistance to Han Mo, Han Mo's own relatives were indeed powerful enough.
Among Han Qi's sons and nephews, although not many were still alive, any one of them would be more than enough to serve as a Minister of Revenue.
Not to mention the Cui, Lu, and Wen families, who had previously intermarried with the Han family. Looking at the books, the descendants of the gradually declining Cui family, Lu Yijian, and Wen Yanbo could all easily serve as Ministers of Revenue!
"My son-in-law is merely caught in the situation. How can I be worthy of your thanks?"
"I must thank you. If Sir had not reminded me today, I would have missed such a great opportunity!"
After speaking, Han Mo bowed to Yuan Xingchi with a smile again.
"Since my son-in-law has figured it out, I shall take my leave!"
Having said this much, Yuan Xingchi knew that Han Mo would definitely send someone to visit Han Jiayan, so he got up to leave.
"Then we'll chat another day, Sir. Please go slowly!"
Time was indeed pressing, and Han Mo really had no time to waste, so he did not insist on him staying.
After seeing Yuan Xingchi off, Han Mo quickly spread out a piece of paper and swiftly wrote a letter.
"Someone!"
"What are Your Excellency's orders!"
Hearing Han Mo's call, Xu Fengnian immediately pushed open the door and walked in.
"I have a letter here. You must deliver it to the Princess's Mansion immediately and hand it to my granduncle personally!"
In any case, Han Mo was currently under house arrest, and it was inconvenient to leave the post station at this time, so he had no choice but to write a letter.
Speaking of which, it was a bit impolite for a junior like him to ask an elder to come to him, but Han Jiayan had already been here and naturally knew Han Mo's current situation, so he probably wouldn't blame him for this impoliteness.
"Yes!"
Upon hearing that he was to go to the Princess's Mansion, Xu Fengnian did not dare to be careless. He carefully took the letter and then hurried out.
People are often blinded by their own perceptions. Just as at this moment, after Yuan Xingchi's words broke through the veil, Han Mo suddenly found that the world before him seemed to have become clear and bright.
He had been worried about the lack of support around him, but now he realized that he had been holding a golden bowl and begging for food!
From the day Han Qi entered officialdom, he had begun to use marriage, fellow countrymen, and classmates as means to pave a vast network for the descendants of the Han family.
For example, Han Qi's wife, Madam Cui, was the legitimate daughter of the prominent Cui family of the previous dynasty. Han Zhengyan's wife, Madam Wang, was the granddaughter of Prime Minister Wang Zeng of the Renzong dynasty. Han Zhongyan's wife, Madam Lu, was the granddaughter of Prime Minister Lu Yijian. Han Zhiyan's son, Han Qi's secondary wife, Madam Fan, was the granddaughter of Fan Zhongyan. Han Qi's brother, Han Qu's daughter, married the future Prime Minister Li Qingchen.
As for Han Jiayan, he directly married Princess Zhao Shu, Emperor Huizong's elder sister.
With such a vast network, everyone within this network was a mutual support and a mutual backing.
If Han Mo could truly control the people within this network, let alone changing dynasties or influencing the succession of the throne, at least with the help of this vast network, no matter who sat on the throne, he could remain stable.
Thinking of this, Han Mo felt a surge of excitement.
"What's wrong with you? Aren't you eating?"
Seeing Han Mo pacing excitedly by the window, Zhe Yourong smiled and placed a bowl of deer meat soup she was holding on the table beside him.
"I've suddenly had an epiphany! You wouldn't believe it, but all along, I've been holding a golden bowl and begging for food!"
As Han Mo spoke, he excitedly hugged Zhe Yourong.
"If you're begging for food, then ordinary people won't be able to live. You should eat this soup first. You don't know how much prices have risen in Bianliang City..."
As she spoke, Zhe Yourong couldn't help but sigh.
Hearing her words, Han Mo, who had been excited just moments ago, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.