Heiwa placed the mold on a stone sprinkled with a layer of finely powdered dry soil, and then reached out and pulled a fist-sized piece from the heaped clay in front of her.

After clumping in your hands, you place it in the mold and press it with the palm of your hand to fill the whole mold with mud.

Then use a wooden stick that has also been broken from the middle, and push it back and forth several times to scrape off the excess clay and make the tile look more flat and symmetrical.

Heiwa rubbed the wooden stick with her hand, put the scraped mud back on the mud pile, and then dipped her hand in another clay pot filled with water, and began to wipe it back and forth with her hands, and the rough surface soon became smooth.

Heiwa picked up the mold and brought the 'mud flakes' tiles inside.

Because some dry soil was sprinkled on the stone underneath beforehand, there was no chance that the mud would stick to the stone and not be able to lift it up.

After the mold was lifted, he smoothed out the other side of the 'clay flakes' with his hands dipped in water.

Without him getting up, the man standing on the side carefully took the mold with the 'mud flakes' from his hand, walked to a row of tree trunks five meters away, and carefully leaned it against the side.

After waiting for a while for a while, the layer of light on the outside of the 'clay flakes' has dried somewhat, then the mold is erected and tilted, and the 'clay flakes' will come out of the mold and fall into the palm of the hand.

At this time, the 'clay flakes' that appeared were flat things, ignored, dried and burned in the kiln, and they were small pottery plates, which had a big gap with the curved tiles that Han Cheng needed.

How to turn the flattened pottery plate into a tile with an arc, Han Cheng and Heiwa took a lot of effort, and after many spiral cycles such as thinking, experimenting, failing, thinking again, and experimenting, they finally found a solution.

This method is actually very simple, then find some trunks of about the same thickness and relatively round length, and place them not too far away from the kiln.

Put the flat 'mud flakes' from the mold on the tree trunk that is placed horizontally on the ground, and wait for half a day to pick them up again, and the original flat 'clay flakes' will have an arc.

After smearing some dry soil on the trunk of the tree, the man put the 'mud flakes' in his hand vertically.

After checking that the 'mud flake' had become hard and would not lose its shape even when picked up, he carefully removed it from the trunk.

Leaning against the trunk of a tree, facing the sun.

After doing this, the mold is taken back.

In order to improve some efficiency, a total of ten molds were made for making tiles, so that after the assistant took away the molds with clay chips, it would not delay Heiwa's time.

Because Han Cheng had already made the ruler, he didn't have to worry that these molds would be of different sizes.

Heiwa made tiles here for a while, looked up and saw that the fire under the kiln was a little dim, so she stood up, walked to the kiln, and picked up a few arm-thick firewood from the firewood not far away and added it.

The firewood under the kiln is not piled directly on the ground and burned, but is almost half a meter from the bottom of the kiln.

It was held with wooden sticks wrapped in a thick layer of clay, and the firewood would not fall.

When I first tried to build a kiln, there was no such thing, and the firewood was piled directly on the ground, but the flame could not meet the requirements.

After Han Cheng recalled the structure of his own earthen stove, the kiln became what it is now.

After adding firewood to the kiln, Heiwa went around to the edge of the kiln from one side, and used a wooden stick to pry one of the two pottery plates that were paired together a little to the side, and looked into the kiln through the cracked gap.

The heat wave rushed down the cracks and hit people's faces, and the temperature inside the kiln was a little frightening.

It was red inside, and the clay tiles had all turned into a dazzling 'bright yellow' under the continuous burning of the fire.

Seeing this, the black baby who squinted her eyes nodded slightly, and then used a wooden stick to pry back the pry open pottery slab, completely covering the top of the clay kiln.

With that done, he added some wood to the overhead fire, then returned to the stone to make the slabs.

At this point, the kiln has been burned, and it is only necessary to let the firewood below burn out and cool down naturally, and there is no need to worry about it anymore.

Han Cheng walked over, looked at the smoking earthen kiln, and then looked at the black baby who was concentrating on making the tiles, as well as the various adobes placed nearby, and the tiles that were more than a thousand not far away, with a smile on his face.

The increase in the height of the wall is almost complete, and it will not be long before the construction of the house can begin, and it is not a luxury to live in a large tiled house before winter comes!

Regarding the construction of the house, Han Cheng's initial idea was to build a grass house, the kind similar to the deer pen, but then he thought about it, such a large pottery plate for Wu to record things can be fired, and it should not be a problem to fire tiles that are much smaller than the pottery board.

Compared with the grass house, the tiled house is undoubtedly more sturdy and beautiful.

However, because it is purely handmade, the output of tiles is not high.

Coupled with these things, Heiwa and his assistant can only make more than 100 pieces a day.

But over time, you can also get a lot of tiles.

"Son of God."

Heiwa inadvertently raised her head and found that Han Cheng didn't know when she came over, so she stood up and gave a salute.

Han Cheng smiled and beckoned to him, telling him to rest for a while before doing it.

Heiwa obediently walked over.

Han Cheng turned to look back, not too far away was a tall wall, someone was standing there, ramming it down with the wooden stick in his hand.

Because it is far away, it is impossible to see the face of the person, and only a very beautiful silhouette can be seen.

In the rape field on the west side of the courtyard wall, Tie Tou was cutting off the last handful of rape with a stone sickle, placing it on the rape pile on the side, holding the stone sickle in one hand and forking it on his waist with the other hand, standing up straight and looking at the empty rape field, with a smile on his face.

The sun was setting in the west, staining half of the sky red.

Uncle Deer, who returned from eating grass, took his tribe as if stepping out of the light, it stretched its neck and screamed, and its voice made the twilight more tranquil.

Not far away, only the kiln with coals left emitted wisps of green smoke.

Han Cheng put the mud embryo of the two tiles in his hand in the shed built not far away, straightened up and looked at the tribe that was becoming more and more earthly fireworks, and a kind of indifferent joy enveloped his heart......