"Hahaha......"

Snowflakes like catkins fell one after another, the earth was white, the surroundings were quiet, and even the traces of birds and birds disappeared.

It's as if everything is completely sealed in by the snow and the cold.

In such an environment, a group of people suddenly poured out of the gate of the Qingque tribe, and the one who walked in front was a minor.

They hurried to the west side of the wall, until they came to a raised edge.

The bump had been peeled away, and the mud that was scattered on the side, and the black color within the bump made it even more striking against the surrounding snow.

This minor, who was obviously very respected, was not too dirty, and directly stirred in the darkness.

The black thing moved with his hand, making a series of crisp sounds, as pleasant to the ear as his current mood was about to fly.

Heiwa is right, there is indeed no firewood burned in this kiln, and all the firewood put into it has become charcoal, and it is the best kind!

"Hahaha......!"

Han Cheng finally couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and laughed loudly with two black paws in his hands.

God didn't want to hear his ugly laughter, so he sent snowflakes into his mouth, ready to plug his mouth, but it didn't have much effect.

A series of merry laughter continued to come out of his mouth.

Unexpected joy, this is really unexpected joy!

It was originally an idea of breaking a jar and breaking it, but who knew that it would really burn out a kiln of good charcoal like this.

The problem that had plagued me for so long was solved in such an unexpected way......

Han Cheng thought about it happily, and suddenly remembered the incident in "Red Sorghum" in which Yu Zhanao peed into the wine syrup and then brewed good sorghum wine, and felt that it was similar to what he was experiencing now, and it was all unintentionally planted in the willows.

If you think about it carefully, things in this world are sometimes really helpless, and the more you try to get something, the more difficult it is to get, but some things that you haven't noticed not only blossomed, but also bore fruit.

Han Cheng suppressed his laughter, only to find that the people who came with him were a little stunned when they looked at him.

Han Cheng secretly sniffled, and said in his heart, haven't you seen such a bohemian laugh in this group of guys?

Then sort out your mood and let people go back and get the straw basket and the rafters to come over and fill the charcoal.

He also asked some people to carry firewood here, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and burn a kiln, if this kiln can still be completed, it means that the matter of charcoal burning has really been solved by himself.

Heiwa stood aside, looking at the Son of God, and the admiration in her heart was gushing, which seemed to her to be basically unsolvable, but she knew that it was solved by the Son of God.

The wisdom of the Son of God is truly breathtaking, just by simply changing the order of ignition, and such a big change can occur.

didn't know that the things he admired were actually broken jars by Han Dashenzi.

If you know the truth, I don't know if Heiwa will vomit three liters of blood after being stunned, and will she think about waiting for the beginning of spring next year to start burning pottery, and then light a fire from above......

The people of the Qingque tribe were extremely happy today, they had just seen the power of the bow and arrow not long ago, and then they received the news that the god son had successfully burned charcoal, which made them all happy.

If you count the ice chilles that are very popular with children, they can be regarded as three joys.

Of course, the most pleasing thing about this is the bow and arrow, which are very useful weapons for the tribe, and as for charcoal, they are blindly happy with the gods.

Among these people of the Qingque tribe, even the wisest witches, they did not think that the charcoal that the Divine Son had tried to get by all means would have much significance in the presence of firewood, an extremely common substitute.

However, for Han Cheng, they had already formed a blind obedience mentality, and it was normal for them to be silly and happy with the Divine Son.

This time, a lot of charcoal was burned, and it was enough to hold two large straw baskets, which was more than the charcoal burned so many times before.

The cold and falling snow blocked Han Cheng's enthusiasm for charcoal burning, and the cylindrical earthen kiln that had just been emptied was filled with firewood again in the blink of an eye.

The next step is to paste the cylinder with mud and only a hole the size of a bowl.

The problem of soil is easy to solve, and the dry mud that was previously picked up from the kiln can be broken and poured with water, which can be reused over and over again.

Drawing on the previous experience of freezing his hands when he was pasting the top, Han Cheng directly used hot water and mud this time.

After reconciling the mud, while it was hot, the two of them quickly made a batter, and it was really much better.

The flame was fed in from above, and soon the firewood inside the kiln was ignited, and as time went on, the flame in the kiln began to move downward.

Han Cheng stood on a rock, watching this happen, thinking about why there was such a big difference between igniting a fire from below and igniting it from above.

I thought about it for a while, except that I knew that it had something to do with oxygen, and I didn't know anything about the rest.

At this time, he felt very sorry for being a liberal arts student in his previous life, if he was a science man or a technical nerd, he would encounter a lot of difficulties in these aspects, right?

Thinking like this, he smiled and shook his head, and then felt a little glad in his heart, because he remembered the approximate proportions of bronze.

This was seen when he saw the history of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in a comprehensive history book, because the proportions were all whole numbers, and Han Cheng wrote them down.

This made him more confident about the next few things.

There are some errors in the bronze proportions recorded in the book, but the rough framework has been released, which will greatly reduce the amount of time work.

If you want to perform better bronze, you can experiment with such a ratio.

In fact, about the bronze proportion, Han Cheng didn't remember it at first, but kept recalling it later, and the memory of that paragraph suddenly popped up somehow.

Worried that he would forget it later, Han Chengcheng recorded it on a pottery plate.

In fact, since about a year ago, Han Chengcheng has been writing things on the pottery plate from time to time.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, this sentence is not bad at all, as I gradually adapt to the life here, and then when I think about the afterlife, sometimes it feels very close, and sometimes it feels extremely distant.

But it is undeniable that many things are gradually blurring in the mind.

This is also the most fundamental reason for Han Cheng to record some things that he can think of and that are useful for this era.

Because this era is too far away from the later generations, so many, many things that seem extremely ordinary in the later generations are groundbreaking here, and the more you record them, the more you can take too many detours in some aspects.

For example, the bronze proportions that came to mind, such as the forging of steel that I don't know where to look but which does exist in my mind, but is somewhat vague, and the curved plough used for ploughing, the columbic cart of the ancestor of the combine seeder, and the hoe pulled by oxen to weed and loosen the soil in the crops......

For this era, these are all important things, and they will also make the next road for him and the Qingque tribe to become wider and easier to walk.