According to the information that Song Yong downloaded from the Internet in advance, it said that it was like pottery and porcelain, and the best material was white kaolin.

It's a pity that Song Yong didn't find this thing in the surrounding area of Gray Rabbit New Village before.

And on the information he downloaded, it was also said that if there is really no kaolin, use some more viscous laterite, which is also a very good choice.

However, it is an evil sect, and no one seems to have seen this kind of red soil around the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

This has to be said to be a considerable problem for Song Yong's planning of the pottery industry, and he really did not dare to carry out the pottery industry before finding a suitable mud.

Although it is said that as long as the craftsmanship is good, a lot of ordinary clay can actually do.

However, Song Yong didn't have any skills! Then, in order to increase the success rate, he would not overturn the car during the demonstration on the spot, and he could only raise the requirements in terms of materials.

Therefore, after seeing these red soils, Song Yong immediately came to the spirit.

He was not even hungry now, and he jumped up and commanded, "Go! Take me first to see where you found the dirt." ”

The main reason for this statement is that Song Yong wants to see how big the reserves of that piece of laterite can be.

If the area is sufficient, it will be an important source of raw materials for pottery making in the future.

Although it is a bit far from the village, as long as you bring one or two hundred people to carry it at a time, it is still enough to make a lot of clay pots for a long time.

The place where the hooligans retrieved the red clay was also not far from the location of the makeshift camp.

After walking for two or three minutes, Song Yong saw that there was a large sunny hillside full of this red dirt.

The total area of the whole is several miles in circumference.

In other words, with the visual measurement of the stock of these red clays, Song Yong has enough self-confidence that it is enough for the indigenous people in the entire southwest region to use the clay pots produced by the Gray Rabbit tribe.

But now in Song Yong's eyes, he completely ignores a large piece of red earth resources.

For what was now occupying his sight, and attracting all his attention, was the sparse creature that grew around the bushes on this side of the hill: wild wheat.

In the muffled sound of 'dong ~', the hooligan was kicked to the ground by Song Yong.

Don't mention the hooligan who was kicked to the ground without warning, at this moment he was confused, and he didn't know where he was doing wrong again.

For Song Yong, the realism after kicking the hooligan, the degree of force on the soles of the feet.

Everything was superficial: everything he saw before his eyes was real, not the wonderful hallucinations that he had appeared in anticipation of finding the grains.

The beautiful discovery in front of him made Song Yong's whole person tremble with excitement.

The hooligan who was still on the ground and didn't get up, after brewing some emotions, finally mustered up the courage for himself, and wanted to ask: "Brother Yong, your old man wants to kick himself for Mao?"

Even if it is death, it will also be a death, and you will understand it!

The problem is that he muttered and was about to speak, but when he saw their Yong brother, he suddenly shouted out with a voice of 'whoop~'.

Then, in a puff of smoke, he rushed towards the hillside.

The little doubt in the mouth of the poor scoundrel was immediately frightened back by their Yong brother's actions, and for a moment he even fell to the ground, and the tempting posture of lying on his side was gone, and he hurriedly chased after him.

Seeing that it's almost dark, don't let Brother Yong be in any danger......

After peeling off a grain of wheat, put it in your mouth and chew it slightly.

After feeling the rich starch in his mouth, Song Yong no longer had any doubts about the appearance of this wild wheat.

Then, as the sun was about to set, he tried to estimate the amount of wild wheat in this field.

This sunny hillside area with wild wheat growing seems to be quite extensive, and in comparison, it is nearly half as wide as the area within the city wall where Gray Rabbit New Village is located.

Unfortunately, wild wheat grows at a sparse density and more often with a variety of weeds and bushes.

Within a square area, it is basically two or three wild wheat plants, and if there are about five plants, it is the most abundant place.

As for the specific output, Song Yong's estimate is not so optimistic.

Wild wheat plants are much lower, and ears of wheat are nowhere near as plump and fruity as their distant relatives in modern planes.

Song Yong estimated in his heart that if all the wheat grains were picked, it would be good to have a thousand catties.

And one acre of field, according to the intensive sowing method of intensive cultivation in Huaguo Lu Province, at least ten catties of wheat need to be sown as grain seeds.

Now Song Yong has a lot of vacant land on hand, so there is no need to use such an intensive sowing method.

But Song Yong estimated that no matter how much he saved, he would have to sow about three catties of wheat and plant it.

In other words, the wheat here can be sown 300 acres of land, which is still far from his huge planting range of 5,000 acres.

Moreover, about 1,000 catties of wild wheat here have not yet fully matured.

Among them, there were yellow seeds that looked like they should be ripe, but only thirty percent of them appeared, and the rest of the ears of wheat that were still green and green, Song Yong didn't dare to start now.

If it is harvested in advance and cannot be used as seeds, it will be a great trouble and loss......

Either way, it's always a joy to find so much wild wheat.

Seeing that the sun was gradually setting, Song Yong would not be so stupid as to immediately take people and harvest the ripe wheat overnight;

After figuring out Brother Yong's crazy movements, the hooligan also changed from initial worry to ecstasy.

In the following time, Song Yong, with an extremely cheerful mood, finally had the heart to fiddle with his flower pheasant.

When some water is added to the red clay, it quickly turns into a sticky, semi-dry mud, showing the incomparably superior qualities of this red clay for making pottery.

It's just that Song Yong, who is hungry now, doesn't have the heart to fiddle with these.

As his hands continued to smear, soon the seven fat pheasants turned into seven large lumps of mud, which were directly covered with a layer of charcoal fire, and then grilled on top of a large fire.

At the same time, a simple earthen stove made of stone was set up with a large washed shell marching pot.

After filling most of the water inside, it is quickly boiled, and by the way, a little chopped dried meat and two handfuls of tender green wild vegetables are added, and it is immediately a light and greasy vegetable soup.

When Song Yong was busy calling flower pheasants, Araku also brought back a lot of wormwood from outside.

After the wormwood was added to the fire and burned, although the smell was not so good, the mosquitoes flying above everyone's heads were like a group of bombers, but they were immediately taken away.

Suddenly, everyone's minds became quiet.

In this incomparably silent wilderness, he stood by the bright fire, waiting for the gradual maturity of the food for dinner, and for a while, Song Yong's mood became better and better.

When he knocked open a ball of mud, Song Yong's good mood reached the extreme.

The main thing is that after knocking the mud off and revealing the plantain leaves wrapped in it, a tempting aroma that is far more domineering than even the yakiniku in a small shop immediately comes to the nose.

The aroma of wild onions and other condiments mixed with chicken fat under the stimulation of high temperatures, Song Yong felt that no one could resist.

Ignoring the hot hand of the chicken, Song Yong quickly opened a banana leaf, first chopped off the chicken head with a string of necks, and threw it to Erha, who was also restless.

Then in his gentle pulling, a chicken leg that was more than half a pound to say the least was easily ripped off.

In the previous stew, the meat of the whole pheasant became extremely crispy.

In the end, when Song Yong took a bite of the hot chicken, the moment the juice of the chicken burst out in his mouth, he felt that the starry sky was a little brighter tonight.