Five piles of white clay were cut by stacks of mud and divided into more than 10 parts of different sizes.

Except for the first one, which was made into a convex belly jar, the rest were made into water storage jars, deep-mouthed basins, bowls that could be held in one hand, and wide-mouthed urns.

There are even some spoons of different sizes.

There is a mud blank that is slightly coarse, and Xu Le made an earthen pot with a wall thickness of one centimeter and two layers of lids inside and outside.

The rest of the material is formed by the blank drawing machine.

With the use of wooden tools to press and skewer, three jugs with a capacity of about 200 milliliters, three short feet at the bottom, and the opening at the upper end extends to both sides.

All the white clay was consumed, and in exchange for a complete set of clay utensils lined up along the walls of the wooden house.

Tall, short, fat and thin, staggered, it looks extremely chic at a glance.

"The thighs are amazing!"

The silly white sweet Meng Yiyi jumped over and reached out to get the most pleasing sip of wine.

"It's not dry yet. ”

Lin Xihan pressed the stupid Bai Tian's hand that was about to move, and asked Xu Le with a hint of uncertainty, "Do you still want to burn?"

I divided the yellow sheep for a while...... Why is he moving so fast? It's only been two or three hours......

That wooden wheel...... The structure is simple, but it needs to be processed so tightly in a short time...... It's not an easy task at all......

So many bottles and cans...... He did it all......

The arrogant Lin Xihan felt that his imagination was a little insufficient.

This person...... Is there anything else he won't......

Xu Le rubbed Meng Yiyi's unkempt bird's nest head and said, "It really needs to be fired before the final product can be produced." ”

"Generally, the firing temperature of pottery needs to be close to 800 degrees Celsius, and if you make porcelain, the temperature must be close to 1,400 degrees Celsius. ”

Meng Yiyi's face was full of doubts: "Is that our campfire now, the temperature is not enough......

"The temperature at which the firewood is ignited is actually the minimum standard for firing pottery. ”

"But campfires in the open air are susceptible to factors such as air movement. ”

"So although the temperature is up to standard, it is not stable. It is still a little reluctant to use it to fire pottery. ”

Meng Yiyi rubbed Xu Le's hand with her head.

"Thighs know a lot!"

Lin Xihan silently pulled the silly Bai Tian back.

It's not your little black ...... What is the mess RUA...... She glanced at Xu Le.

In the shade in the distance, the little black tail that was clumped together with the black squirrel flickered and fanned.

Barrage in the live broadcast room——

"Ah, so you can't fire such a beautiful jar blank with all your hard work......"

"It's a pity. ”

"Hehe, since Big Brother Xu Le has started to make clay pots, he must have already considered the firing method. ”

Xu Le met Lin Xihan's gaze.

Ask me, ask me...... Xu Le grinned and showed a mouthful of big white teeth.

Villain...... You can't help but sell it...... Lin Xihan was so troubled by curiosity that he scratched his heart: "Do you have a way?"

"Yes wow. ”

Xu Le smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Smaller bowls and the like, you can build a small small stone kiln in the middle of the campfire." ”

"It's going to be brittle and the color is uneven, but it's fine. ”

"As for the big jars......"

Lin Xihan also narrowed his big good-looking eyes and raised his fist slightly.

"Whew......" Xu Le accepted it when he saw it, "The big jar can be transformed into a ventilated furnace for firing. ”

"Ventilation furnace?" Lin Xihan's narrowed eyes widened again.

"Ventilation stove?" Meng Yiyi tilted the bird's nest head.

Then Xu Le didn't answer their words.

"Let's start with a small small stone kiln. ”

He twisted his waist to avoid Lin Xihan's long legs.

The tight lines are amazing...... In fact, it is not a loss to be kicked by such long legs once or twice......

Xu Le divided a part of the firewood from the campfire and used the thin stones in his palm to build a small low stove with a height of more than 20 centimeters or 30 centimeters square.

The bowls of white clay were placed side by side in a small stone kiln, and the fire was put back on the ground.

Start firing!

"Then there are the ventilated furnaces. ”

Xu Le used a stone axe to cut the thatch, took ordinary soil and added water and mud, and then added the thatch segments to the mud.

When it is necessary, it is made of a stone steam oven as a base, and the mud is kneaded into long strips and wrapped layer by layer on the outside of the steam oven.

"When the thatch is mixed with mud, the texture is stronger, like reinforced concrete for construction. ”

"It's easy to get high, and it's not easy to fall apart. ”

"Thighs and thighs, what can we do to help?" Meng Yiyi asked eagerly.

Xu Le glanced back at a white skin and a black skin: "Help with mud." The ventilation furnace has to be more than 1.5 meters, and there is quite a lot of mud used. ”

......

Magic City, a tea room decorated with rosewood.

A Mi Fu genuine handiwork, hanging in the center of the room.

In front of the sea of golden silk nanmu tea, there are several people sitting side by side, and they are tasting the superb red robe produced in Kowloon that year.

Mr. Meng leaned on the side of the carved dragon Taishi chair, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Mr. Meng......" Everyone in front of the sea of tea stopped their movements, turned their heads and asked respectfully.

"It's okay, you go on. ”

Mr. Meng wiped his face and held his mobile phone. In the mobile phone, Meng Yiyi was pounding a ball of mud.