Ju Ming immediately paid attention to it: "In the future, we should also bring watermelons for logistics when we fight on the grasslands and the Western Regions."

"Watermelon was brought to Xinjiang from West Asia as a water source by merchants, and it was also regarded as a water source when it was introduced to Liao and Jin Dynasties," Zhu Guoxiang said. "When Ma Kuo used Gaochang as an envoy to go to the grassland, I asked him to order the king of Gaochang to send it to Xinjiang.

Come to the seeds. After waiting for more than a year, I finally saw them."

Ju Ming asked: "Can you cultivate sweet watermelons?"

Zhu Guoxiang muttered: "It all depends on luck. Sweet watermelons are genetic mutations, and breeders have no control over them. They can only look for less bitter watermelons, or watermelons with a slightly sweet taste, and breed them from generation to generation."

Ju Ming squatted on the edge of the field, happily looking at the watermelon seedlings.

It doesn't matter whether it's sweet or not, as long as it can be used as military supplies. Especially in the Gobi and deserts, this stuff is very useful for marching and to prepare for temporary short-term water shortages.

The Liao and Jin countries were not fools. They hid the watermelon secretly and it must have great military value.

The father and son chatted for a while, then went to accompany their wives, concubines and children for an outing to enjoy the scenery.

In the middle of the afternoon, under the protection of the guards, they began to ride the carriage back to the palace.

Zhu Guoxiang said with a smile: "Believe it or not, you may see Qin Hui doing farm work on the way back."

"Do you often encounter this?" Zhu Ming asked.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "It's not possible to see him every time. That would be too deliberate. If I come to the Agriculture Secretary three or four times to persuade him, I can probably see Qin Hui once."
Chapter completed!