A wooden stick with a hook pomps into the water and hooks the bamboo soaked in it.

The stone was pulled up to the surface of the water by the force of the stone's arm, and the bamboo soaked in it was pulled to the surface.

The water, which had been clear, became a little turbid with the movement of the stone, and at the same time, the smell of the water that had been sealed in the water began to spread to the surroundings and permeate the air.

The bamboo that grows on the ground looks very beautiful, but after soaking in water for a while, it will become as flavorful as the hemp that has been soaked.

But the stone doesn't care about such a taste.

He can pick up dung in the fields with the people in the tribe, clean up the pigsty, deer pen, sheepfold, etc., and can also hold the dung scoop with Tietou to intimately treat the Yuanxi tribe who accidentally ate the kaolin people, what kind of big scene has he not seen? Such a thing is nothing to him at all, just a drizzle.

After pulling the bamboo up and floating a little, the stone crouched down and carefully looked at the bamboo, which had been soaked in water and began to soak before the god had even gone south.

After being soaked in water for so long, the color of these bamboos has long since changed, and they are no longer verdant before.

The whole thing is black and black, and there is some slippery rust on the surface.

The stone looked at it carefully for a while, and then stretched out a hand and pinched it on the bamboo, it was a little soft, and some things had rotted away, but combined with his previous experience in papermaking, it was obvious that this level of bamboo could not be used to make paper.

The stone sighed, it seemed that it was impossible to make the kind of paper suitable for writing from this material as soon as possible, at least not a few years ago.

As the weather gets colder, the rate at which these things decay becomes slower and slower.

Such things were not told to him by the Son of God, but he summed up in the years of papermaking.

As for why it was like this, the stone couldn't figure it out.

Before the Divine Son left the main tribe and went to Jinguan City, the stone once asked the Divine Son why this was.

Miko said that this is because when the weather is hot, the water also becomes hot, and the temperature is just right, which is very suitable for the growth of some invisible small insects that Miko calls bacteria.

It is precisely because of these small insects that the things on the surface of the hemp skin soaked in the water slowly disappear, and the bamboo soaked in the water will slowly decay.

This answer scared the stone for a while, and he always felt that he would drink countless insects into his stomach in one bite.

It's not drinking water, it's drinking bug soup!

Of course, this is not what he fears the most, what scares him the most is that these insects that are drunk will gnaw at him like gnawing on hemp skin.

Hard things like hemp skin and bamboo poles can't resist the gnawing of these small insects, and he is far less hard than these things, so he can't resist the gnawing of these small insects.

It wasn't until I heard Miko say that it didn't matter if I drank boiled water, and the thirsty stone finally killed itself to death before it was eaten by the imaginary little insects.

After that, after slowly learning more about these little insects from Miko, the stone finally let go of this fear and worry in his heart.

And because of this, he has a very strong interest in this kind of little insect that the god son said, and when there is nothing to do, he wants to lie on the water's edge and watch, and he wants to see the countless little insects that the god said.

It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, the water is still water, and it is no different from before, which makes the stone very distressed.

Miko, who knew of his distress, told him that he needed a tool to see this, a tool called a microscope made out of something cleaner and more transparent than ice.

Something cleaner and clearer than ice, and not yet melting, the stone had never seen it, but he was very convinced that there must be such a thing in this world, just as he firmly believed that there was a creature like a cow in this world......

How to make this tool that can see the small insects in the water, Miko also said something simply, but it sounded too complicated, even if he tried hard to remember it at the time and wrote it in a small notebook, thinking about it at this time, he still couldn't remember it clearly.

I don't remember this very well, but I remember the rest of the things very well.

For example, when Miko was talking to himself about small insects, he mentioned by the way that the heat of the day can accelerate the spread of smells.

At that time, Miko also made a vivid metaphor for the thatched pit in summer.

Thinking of this, Shi couldn't help but have a deep admiration for Miko, he had only discovered a little something, but Miko was able to notice so many things that he and others had not noticed before, and by the way, he summed up the rules......

This is the Son of God! Even going to the toilet can get something different......

After examining the things carefully, the stone released his hand and allowed the bamboo to soak again in the water, then got up and walked to the second pool next to it, poked the stick out again, and continued the same thing.

This thing is done very carefully and carefully, and things such as microscopes are still out of reach, but making paper from bamboo is something that can be done now.

After carefully looking at the bamboos in the six pools, the stone put the hooked stick back in its original position, walked to the river, carefully washed the palm of his hand with clean river water, and when his hand was dry, he took the small notebook and charcoal that were placed there, wrote the date on it, and wrote down their situation in turn.

After doing this, and staying here for a while, the stone took these things and walked back to the tribe......

The sealed kiln was opened by Heiwa again, and under the expectant gaze of everyone, Heiwa stretched out his hand and took out a white utensil from inside, and couldn't wait to watch.

Just glanced at it, and Heiwa's heart couldn't help beating violently.

Unlike the white pottery fired before, the utensils fired with kaolin this time look much smoother, and there is a faint feeling of shining.

This is a situation that has never happened before, and this utensil in my hand looks a little like the porcelain that the god said!

Such a scene was not only seen by Heiwa, but also by other people who were relatively close here, and some people even shouted excitedly: "Porcelain!" Chinaware! ”

Hearing such a shout, the face of the black baby holding this different instrument turned red with excitement.

Fortunately, after so many years, his whole person has become more stable.

After a moment of excitement, his sanity began to slowly return.

He put this utensil made of kaolin in front of his eyes, and when he looked closely, he found that although this thing was quite different from the previous white pottery, it did not seem to be porcelain.

Because there is a big difference between it and the porcelain that Miko once described.

After looking at it like this for a while, Heiwa began to play the instrument with her fingers.

The sound does sound better than ordinary pottery, but it is still a hair urn, not as crisp as Miko said.

After making sure that this was still not porcelain, Heiwa was a little disappointed, but this loss was not strong, and it was quickly replaced by a strong sense of joy and energy.

Now, I have made such a big change in this utensil, so I will definitely be able to burn the porcelain that Shenzi said in the future!

However, it is not easy to move forward with many things, and the more you get to the end, the more difficult it becomes.

For example, the black baby that has been fired into half porcelain.

In the following time, he fired it several more times, and tried his best to make changes in all aspects, however, this last step could not be broken through no matter what.

No matter how long it is fired, the best result is still semi-porcelain.

This kind of thing makes Heiwa very distressed, so much so that she has a tendency to become an abstinent male god.

For many nights, I didn't hum a minor tune with Zhuang anymore.

Not only that, but the whole person always seems to be unwilling, and when eating, the chopsticks fell to the ground, and the single chopsticks were pulled into the mouth several times, and then the reaction was that the chopsticks were missing.

For example, at this time, pick up the lid on the top of the small tank and scoop the water, and after scooping the water, the lid on the top of the small tank will be covered on the top of the large tank.

The small lid is placed on top of the large vat, and nothing else will happen except that the lid will fall into the vat.

The small lid fell into the vat, and the wind blew from the vat, blowing the hair of the black baby.

Heiwa was stunned with a small basin, and then she realized that she had done something wrong again.

He put aside the small basin he was holding in his hand, bent down and reached out to get the lid of the small jar from inside the jar.

Fortunately, there is no water in the large tank, otherwise the lid of this small tank would have been wet.

Of course, if the tank is filled with water, the lid of the small tank will not fall into the tank.

Because the jars with water are covered with lids.

When Heiwa was about to take out the lid of the small cylinder from the large vat, his hand touched the edge of the cylinder, so the lid fell into the large tank again, and the wind rose from the large tank and blew on Heiwa's face, which was cool.

Heiwa, who was about to reach out and take out the lid on the small cylinder again, was stunned again, and then showed some enlightenment on her face.

He quickly bent down again and reached out, picked up the lid of the pot and took it outside.

With a sound that was not too loud, the lid of the pot that had just been picked up fell into the vat again.

It's just that unlike the previous two drops, this time Heiwa did it on purpose.

As the lid fell, some wind rose from the vat again and blew on Heiwa's face.

Heiwa is like a child who has found a fun toy, constantly picking up the small cylinder cap and throwing it into the large cylinder.

At this time, the temperature was already relatively low, and the wind blowing from the vat was a little cold on her face, but Heiwa didn't care about it at all, and was still happy to do this, with a thick smile on her face.

Because he seems to have found something very remarkable, and it is related to the porcelain that he has been thinking about!

After playing the game of throwing the cylinder cover for a while, the smiling black baby put the lid of the small cylinder on the top of the small cylinder, and even did not want a small basin for water, so she jumped out from here, and then killed all the way to the pottery workshop.

When he came to the pottery workshop, he couldn't wait to start making mud, and at the same time couldn't help but think about the inspiration he had just gotten......

In the surprised eyes of everyone in the pottery workshop, a clay embryo gradually took shape in Heiwa's hands.

This thing looks a lot like a vat.

However, unlike the vat, this cylindrical clay embryo has no bottom.

And it is not the appearance of a small bottom and a big belly like the general vat, but the general thickness up and down, and the whole is a hollow cylinder.

Facing the puzzled eyes of everyone, Heiwa, who admired her work and felt very satisfied, did not say anything, but continued to make things with good clay.

This time what he had made was even stranger.

It's just a big round cake made of clay.

When doing this, Heiwa was very serious, holding the stick that had been measured on the clay embryo of the cylinder, and kept comparing it.

In the end, Heiwa thought about it, and made a round hole with a stick in the middle of the big round cake.

For these two strange shapes, but not very complicated things, Heiwa takes it very seriously.

After the two are successfully shaped, a fire is lit and the two are baked, which is the rhythm of drying the two things as quickly as possible, and then putting them in the kiln to be fired into pottery......

"Boom la la ......"

Looking at the big round cake that was broken in front of her eyes and had a stick installed in the middle for pushing and pulling, Heiwa couldn't help but follow the example of Miko and sniffed.

For the shattering of this hard-earned pottery round cake, Heiwa didn't feel distressed at all.

The main thing is that this thing is too heavy, it takes a lot of effort to push and pull, and it doesn't achieve the results you want.

Moving the broken pottery round cake to the side with his feet, Heiwa went to find his spouse Zhuang, and wanted Zhuang to sew a pot lid for him and put it in this cylinder for pushing and pulling, so as to create a greater wind.

Zhuang is very dissatisfied with Heiwa's performance during this time, so his attitude towards Heiwa is not very good, and he is not very enthusiastic about what Heiwa says.

After living for so many years at a time, they are already familiar with each other and can no longer be familiar with each other, what their spouses are thinking, Heiwa naturally knows.

There was no need for Zhuang to say anything more, he was already working very sensibly and interestingly.

After some hard work, the tall and strong figure is like a kitten, and she is obedient to the black baby, and she is very happy to make the pot lid without the black baby saying......