After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Yi decided to go and see what Mo Di’s ancestor wanted to say first.

Well, definitely not because there may be secret weapons.

I walked to the edge of the room, picked up two big watermelons, and thoughts moved, and the time and space gate appeared in front of me.

With one foot in it, all of his body entered, accompanied by a flash of golden light, Jiang Yi appeared again in the Mo Family Museum City.

"My younger generation, I've seen my ancestors."

Jiang Yi leaned over slightly with the watermelon in his arms.

"Can anyone else see us?"

Mo Zi turned around and looked at the watermelon for a while, thinking that this round thing was a secret weapon.

Jiang Yi shook his head: "No more."

"Ancestors, we are talking while eating melons. This is the delicacy of the younger generation."

Jiang Yi walked to an open space where he had just stood, which was relatively safe.

Put down the watermelons, lifted their left and right hands one after another, and slashed them hard at the same time. The watermelons exploded into pieces with a "boom" sound, and fell to the ground and scattered on the ground!

It seems to be very mature.

Mo Zi walked over curiously, and this was the first time he saw such a strange thing.

I picked up a small piece and looked at it carefully for a while. I felt that the melon peel was still quite hard and should not be eaten...

Just take a bite at the red part that looks like a fruit.

Suddenly, a cool feeling penetrated into the tip of the tongue, and a sweet feeling came from the taste buds, which went straight into the five internal organs, like a clear spring rushing through the lungs, like a summer bathing morning dew, which made people feel endless aftertaste.

Resisting the desire to eat a big stutter, Mozi couldn't help but take a few more bites and ate them together with the watermelon seeds.

Jiang Yi originally wanted to remind him, but it was difficult to interrupt his ancestors when they were eating so vigorously. After all, watermelon seeds can also improve intelligence, brain, stomach, relieve constipation, lower blood pressure, and promote bone healing.

Of course, eating too much is not good, but the amount my ancestors could eat was not worth mentioning.

“Delicious, delicious!”

Mo Zi couldn't help asking, "What's this thing?"

Jiang Yi was about to answer, but his ancestor immediately added: "If the people in summer work hard in the fields and can eat this food in one bite, they will quench their thirst and refresh their spirits and relieve their fatigue."

"Ancestor, this is a watermelon." Jiang Yi felt a feeling and replied solemnly.

"watermelon?"

Mozi repeated it several times in his heart and kept this name firmly in mind.

But after that, he couldn't bear to eat it, thinking about whether he could give some taste to the people outside.

But this number is too small, and it is a drop in the bucket to the people...

What should I do?

Seeing him looking at the watermelon with hesitation, Jiang Yi said:

"Oncestor Wuyou, watermelons can only be sown with black watermelon seeds on the red flesh."

"What?" Mo Zi suddenly felt a little regretful.

Why did I eat those watermelon seeds just now?

How many seeds are missing!

Jiang Yi stretched out his right hand and waved it to Mo Zi. A mirror of time and space appeared in front of the two of them, and several melon farmers planting watermelons appeared on it.

While putting it on, he said, "Just choose watermelon seeds with full grains and bright colors, and then germinate after drying, soaking in clean water, etc., and transplanting and sowing into the soil."

"But you must choose soft humus or sandy loam that is easy to drain and irrigate. The planting area should be sufficiently sun-dried, and weeds should be tilled and removed."

Jiang Yi explained some methods of growing watermelon in detail. His ancestors listened very carefully and said one by one. Jiang Yi patiently answered it.

He believed that with the ancients' skills, he didn't need to say anything else. As long as there were seeds, the best way would be to cultivate the best fruit.

It is precisely because of this that the Chinese nation has been able to survive. He always believed that the group that Chinese children should respect the most is farmers.

"I have recorded it all, but unfortunately there are still fewer watermelon seeds. Can I bring a few more?"

Mozi asked.

Jiang Yi recalled that all the watermelons in the villa seemed to have been eaten. It would probably take a while before, he said, "After the younger generation handles the affairs of the future, they will definitely make hundreds of them."

"Okay, during this period, I will ask the Mo family's children to cultivate more watermelons according to the methods you and the methods used in this mirror. Once you have experience, let them go down the mountain to teach the people."

Mozi stood up, but still couldn't bear to eat the watermelons on the ground.

Jiang Yi was not greedy either and stood up with his ancestors.

"The crutch contains ninety-eighty-one mechanical needles, which can be issued continuously, and one needle can kill people."

"At critical moments, you just need to press the mechanism on the pattern to save your life."

Mo Zi took Jiang Yi to the depths of the city of the government.

Jiang Yi stepped on the place he had stepped on, thinking that the Mo family was indeed full of mechanisms, and even the crutches of the ancestors had hidden secrets.

If anyone dares to treat his ancestors as an ordinary old man, it would be really a crutch to teach people.

However, what functions will the crutches after the system is strengthened?

Jiang Yi thought as he walked, he knew he should have brought the crutch over.

"Can come to me if you run out of needles, but don't use them easily."

Mo Zi took Jiang Yi to an iron chain bridge.

Looking down, there is a bottomless abyss. Just standing by the side, it seems like there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me, and I want to swallow myself at any time.

Jiang Yi moved to the middle of the bridge. If he fell down, he would be scared to death even if he didn't die.

He couldn't help but think that he wouldn't have physical harmed in ancient times, but if he was scared, would he die?

Probably not?

Jiang Yi completely moved to the middle of the bridge.

Seeing Mo Zi stepping up, he walked carefully behind him, staring at his heels, and did not dare to relax at all.

"Jiguan City is the last hidden place for the Mohist family in times of crisis, and even a million troops cannot attack it."

"What if they dig a mountain?" Jiang Yi asked.

Mo Zi smiled proudly: "It's also dead."

"Since that's the case, why did the Mohist family eventually perish?"

Jiang Yi was surprised: "When the Mo family was massacred by the imperial court, they could hide in the government city for a while and avoid the edge of the situation, waiting for the times to change."

Mo Zi shook his head: "The Mechanic City will only play its role when the Mohist headquarters is attacked."

"First, many Mo people who promote Mohism outside cannot return to their headquarters in time when they are hunted down. Second, Mo people will not help the people because the court targets the Mohism family."

"The more the court targeted the Mo family, it means that their desire to kill is stronger. At this time, the more Mo people need to do things for the people, so they will not live in the mountains."

"Mo Xia was killed, and Mo Bian was killed, and there were giants. As long as there was one of the Mo family members, they would definitely uphold justice for the people."

As he said that, Mo Zi suddenly shook his head and sighed: "I think this is also the reason why the Mo family will be completely extinct."

"Fortunately, we have left behind a love for future generations, not a thought of attacking."

"As long as you have such beliefs, the blood of the Mo family will not flow in vain."

"The young man, the ancestor will give you another gift-"
Chapter completed!