Compared to everyone's surprise, Han Cheng was not as happy as he imagined, he looked at the fragments in the pile of grass ash on the ground, and even a little depressed.

Because he clearly remembers that when he first watched the video, the grandmother of that ethnic minority burned as many as sixty or seventy pieces in a kiln, and when the kiln was opened later, only two were broken, and the rest were intact.

And now, there are a total of twenty-two kilns, and after one kiln comes out, there are only eight of them, and nearly two-thirds of them either have cracks on them, or they are more completely cracked, becoming fragments.

Even if this is the first time I have fired pottery, the gap can't be so big!

Fortunately, the jar made by Heiwa was preserved, it was very embarrassing, and there was not the slightest crack on it, which made Han Cheng sigh again, talent is really important.

Han Cheng, who was shrouded by the aura of the gods, was caught off guard and accepted everyone's worship.

Compared with the initial helplessness, now, he is much calmer.

He lifted the witch up, and then let everyone get up too, and in order not to spoil everyone's fun, he also showed the same cheerful smile on his face.

The people of the tribe showed enough interest in such a novelty as pottery, and in their excitement, they filled all the pottery with water and transported it to the tribe.

With this water, they don't have to travel all the way to the river to drink water when they are thirsty!

The second senior brother was tired and blushing and his neck was thick, and he moved forward with a large vat full of water.

The senior brother who followed on the side shook his head from time to time, saying that this was too big, and it was too inconvenient to use it to carry water, so it was not as easy to use as those small ones.

This scene stunned Han Cheng on the side, it was the first time he had seen a cylinder like this!

It's weird if you use it like this!

This operation is even better than Sima Guang.

After Han Cheng was dumbfounded, he couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly stepped forward to tell them that after talking and comparing for a while, he finally made them understand that this thing called a 'tank' was left empty in the tribe, and then he used a few smaller 'tanks' to carry water and pour it inside.

The second senior brother scratched his head a little embarrassed, carefully put the tank on the ground, poured out the water in this tank, and walked towards the tribe with the tank several times lighter.

The entire Qingque tribe seemed extremely happy, and the Divine Son really did not disappoint them, saying that mud can make good things, so they made it!

Under the leadership of the witch, the people once again performed a sacrifice in the cave to thank the gods.

The sacrificial offering is not food, but pottery that has just come out of the kiln.

In front of the totem pole, the witch wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff was chanting a language that Han Cheng and the others in the cave could not understand, communicating with the gods he had never sensed.

Thank you to the gods for sending down the Son of God to their tribe and bringing boundless grace to the tribe,

In Wu Gu's simple spell that no one could understand, the word 'Tao' would pop up from time to time, which Han Cheng had taught him not long ago.

This made the sacrifice, which was supposed to be full of mystery, seem a bit dramatic, and Han Cheng even wanted to laugh a little, because it gave him a feeling similar to the success of a prank.

The sacrifice lasted about thirty minutes, and it was not over until Wu was sweating profusely.

The children in the tribe were more excited than one another, especially the six or seven children who were personally involved in making pottery.

The cripple also grinned, because of this making pottery, he also participated.

Limp's actions once again confirmed the importance of following a good boss, such as on the battlefield, the general's personal bodyguard generally dies less than others......

The senior brother was also very happy because Han Cheng gave him a bowl.

If it is an ordinary thing, such as prey, the senior brother as the leader has the absolute right to distribute, but this time it is different, this time it is a new thing, it is created by the god of heaven, it has never appeared in the history of the tribe, and the senior brother does not dare to act rashly.

Han Cheng didn't notice this, and in his subconscious, he felt that this was something he led the people to create, and he already had the right to distribute these items.

It's not that he is too maverick, but because a lot of his thinking is still unconsciously influenced by later generations, and he is not very accustomed to this kind of public ownership system in the tribe.

Among the eight pieces of pottery, in addition to the large vat made by Heiwa, there are two jars and five bowls.

Jars and jars are public goods, while bowls are more private.

Han Cheng gave the best bowl to Wu, and kept the second one, the remaining three, and one for each of the three senior brothers.

No one had any objection to this method of distribution, because that's how they distributed food on a daily basis.

He didn't have any objections to the lame who was busy with his work, he was just a little envious like those children, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Han Cheng's distribution.

There are too few jars and jars to be enough, but don't worry, it has been proven that this method of firing pottery can be done, and it will take a little more time to replenish what is missing.

There was enough food caught yesterday, and today the senior brothers did not go out to hunt, but after Han Cheng's order, they came to the river with these children and collectively participated in the great cause of pottery.

Han Cheng ordered it a little, and asked them all to learn from Heiwa.

This made Heiwa slightly nervous at the same time, but also felt that he had a lot of face, and he felt a great responsibility, so he did things meticulously, and took the trouble to demonstrate and teach experience to everyone.

Han Cheng watched from the side.

People probably have something they are good at, such as pottery.

At the end of the day, there were three or four people who did very well, most of the rest were at the middle level, or above or below, and there were a few who did particularly poorly, such as the second senior brother.

At the end of the day, it was difficult to sweat all day, and I got mud on my face, and I didn't get a decent one.

It is precisely because of the differences between people that there is a division of labor and cooperation, and putting people in the field they are good at and doing what they are good at is a good way to improve production efficiency.

So after the end of the day today, Han Cheng made personnel arrangements, so that the four best adult primitives would specialize in the production of mud embryos and the like in their free time, that is, when they were not hunting and fishing, while the rest of the people, according to their respective characteristics, carried out the work of digging, mixing mud, collecting hay, and breaking hay.

Of course, it is all carried out without affecting the normal life of the tribe, after all, getting food is the first priority of the tribe.

A few days ago, a large number of clay embryos could be burned, but Han Cheng didn't carry out this work, because he hadn't figured out why his yield would be so low with the same method.

If you fail once, you have to find some experience from it, otherwise it doesn't make much sense to keep repeating it.