Looking at the neatly arranged fifteen pieces of white pottery in front of her, Heiwa's heart was full of disappointment.

After inspection, none of these fifteen bowls, pots, jars, cups and other things fired from kaolin were qualified, and all of them were white pottery.

Compared with the previous time, he burned it for a full day, but the result was still disappointing day after day.

Compared with the white pottery fired before, these things that have been burned for an extra day have not changed significantly.

Wu, who was standing on the side, saw Heiwa's expression, so he came over and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be sad, it doesn't matter if our tribe uses pottery, it's still a long time, you can burn it slowly."

Wu said to Heiwa with a smile.

Since the death of Huo Yi and Huo Er, Wu has naturally become the oldest person in the tribe.

Although Heiwa has grown up and has already had a few children, he is still young in Wu's eyes.

After hearing Wu's words, Heiwa couldn't help but smile and nodded at Wu.

He was just a little disappointed after seeing these kaolins being fired into pottery by himself again.

The loss didn't last long, and he would muster up the motivation to do it again.

After so many years, he may still lack other things, but he does not lack this kind of tenacity at all.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be where he is today.

When Wu saw Heiwa say this, he nodded with satisfaction, he had a lot of children to teach, and the old man was very pleased.

After the kiln was opened, most of the people of the Qingque tribe who witnessed the results here dispersed.

They have the rest of their business to do, and they can't possibly stay here for long.

At this time of year, although there are no crops to be tended, there is no rest of the work.

Collect firewood, stock up on fuel for the winter, scatter accumulated manure in the ground, and do some clearing and ploughing in preparation for spring ploughing the following year.

Farming life is like this, regardless of whether it is busy farming or slack, there is always endless work that people need to do.

The women of the tribe were not idle, some were collecting grain, some were raking the grain in the river, and some were making thin ropes from the flipped hemp and then washing and drying it to prepare for the weaving afterwards.

On the leeward side of the base of the wall, straw mats woven from millet stalks were laid with nitrate furs, some linen cloth, needles and threads, knives, thimbles made of bronze, and other tools.

The ingenious women of the tribe gather here, sewing clothes, hats, shoes and socks in preparation for the coming cold weather.

Around them, there were small movable cradles with little babies lying inside.

Some babies are sleeping here, the soft breathing points on the top of their heads are gently moving up and down with their breathing, and some babies are playing here with their fingers open and dark eyes.

The female primitive who previously belonged to the one-eyed tribe and was named Yu by Han Cheng and held the child was also in the ranks of sewing clothes, hats and other things.

Don't look at Yuyu, who is no less than strong and like a flower, strong as a man, but actually has a pair of dexterous hands.

Although she hasn't been a member of the Blue Sparrow tribe for a long time, she is already able to do these tasks well.

Not far from the side of Yu, there was also a small cradle, and the little baby who she had said before that she would not let go of anything and risked her life to defend was now lying in it.

"Wow Wow Wow~"

The sleeping little girl woke up from her sleep, lay there and played by herself with her dark eyes open for a while, and before she saw her mother's figure, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth that had not yet grown teeth, and cried loudly, and her two calves were kicked one by one.

The cry of the little one woke up several of the babies who were also sleeping, and there was a crying sound here.

Yu put down the awl and soft fur in his hand, got up and picked up the little one who was crying, and then skillfully picked up the clothes on his body and began to feed the child.

The rest of the women who were doing needlework here also got up and did something similar to what they had encountered.

Looking at the little girl in her arms who was greedily eating ready-made food, she met a smile on her face.

Compared with the previous time, the little baby is a whole circle older, and the whole body has flesh.

This growth rate is almost comparable to that of soybeans soaked in water.

Feeding the child, Yu turned her head to look around, looking at everything around her, and the smile on her face became even stronger.

The quiet, comfortable and rich life in front of her was something she had never dared to imagine before.

Without even thinking about it, she knew that she really, really liked this life now.

Holding the child, she once again sighed about her good luck, if it wasn't for that accident, she would not have been able to meet the current tribe and live this life now!

After feeding the baby, Yu put the baby back in the cradle, and she sat back and continued with the unfinished business.

The well-fed little baby is very honest, lying there without crying, and playing with his fingers.

When sewing clothes, after sewing for a while, he would look up at the little baby, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

If someone wants to break this kind of life, and want to be unfavorable to their Qingque tribe, she will definitely give people a desperate effort, and she can stab the pendant in her hand into the body of the person who wants to do this without hesitation!

In the early winter afternoon, when the snow has not fallen, the sun shines down warmly, and everything seems so quiet and fascinating.

Of course, the black baby who squatted on the edge of the kiln with his head in his arms and looked at the kiln in a daze couldn't feel this kind of tranquility.

At this time, his mind was full of thinking, how to make something out of kaolin clay and fire it into the porcelain that Miko said.

Previous experiments have shown that it is not possible to prolong the time of the fire, and the result is still pottery instead of porcelain, as Miko said.

In other words, such a method cannot raise the temperature that the Son of God said.

Miko said that if the temperature in the kiln is not high enough, you can only use kaolin to fire white pottery, but not white porcelain.

The method of how to raise the temperature was also said by Miko before, but it was not too clear.

There are many ways to increase the temperature in the kiln, and one of them is to change the fuel of the kiln.

Kilns are fired with fuels that have better combustion performance and can release more heat than firewood and charcoal.

This fuel is also said by the Son of God, and it is a black stone that can be burned.

However, this kind of magical black stone, their own tribe does not have.

Even if he told everyone in the tribe about this and asked them to pay more attention to it on weekdays, there was no trace of the black stone.

In addition to the black stone, all that remains is how to make the fuel in the kiln burn more fully and release more heat.

While talking about this, Miko also gave an example of Wind Gollum.

It is said that the wind is blowing in the kiln to make the fuel in the kiln burn more fully.

When building a kiln, there is a hole under the fire to ventilate, in fact, it is also to make the firewood inside burn more fully.

As for why after the wind enters, the flame will increase and the combustion of fuel will become more sufficient, Heiwa also asked at the time, but Heiwa didn't understand much about Miko's answer.

The air is made up of different gases, and there is one called oxygen, which burns, so when you blow the wind into the stove, the flame burns vigorously.

The wind is the moving air......

Heiwa once again remembered what Miko had said that sounded very incomprehensible.

He did a lot of things during this time according to Miko's instructions, such as making a bigger wind to blow into the stove in order to raise the temperature and make the fuel burn more fully.

As the Son of God had said, after the introduction of a larger Wind Gollum, the wind did increase and the flames burned more violently.

But the burned thing is still white pottery.

Heiwa, who was convinced of what Miko said, knew that it was not because the method said by Miko was wrong, but because the air she had sent into it was still too little, the firewood was not burning enough, and the temperature in the kiln was not high enough.

Make the Wind Gollum bigger?

Such a thought came to Heiwa's mind, but he quickly threw it aside.

Nowadays, the wind grunt is big enough, and it is very difficult to rotate, and it is not easy to use if it is big.

After thinking back and forth like this for a while, Heiwa scratched her head in distress.

After a while, he began to dismantle the kiln.

It was demolished, and after some rest, construction began again.

In the process of construction, he tried his best to perfect the kiln as much as possible according to his years of experience in the kiln and the stove, so that it could be burned better.

Unable to find a new fuel called 'coal', and unable to make a bigger and better wind grunt, Heiwa can only work the kiln and make a fuss.

When it was about to get dark, in the original position, Heiwa once again built a kiln.

The material of the kiln is made of refractory bricks made by mixing quartz stone and other things that Miko said.

After the kiln was re-coiled, Heiwa couldn't wait to put firewood in it and light it.

After carefully observing the burning of the firewood, he took the firewood out of it, and then reached out and removed some of the mud in some parts of the kiln, and pasted some in some places.

After doing this, continue to put in the firewood and watch it burn, then withdraw the firewood from the kiln again, and repeat the previous process.

After doing this again and again, Heiwa finally stopped, and she was quite satisfied with this time.

So he put some more firewood in it and let it burn in the kiln, and he returned to the tribe with a few men......

Early the next morning, Heiwa, together with a few people in the pottery workshop, took the clay embryo that had been made with kaolin and put it in the re-coiled kiln.

After the burning and roasting of the firewood that Heiwa put into it when she left yesterday, the inside of the newly plated kiln has dried.

After placing the pottery in the inside and sealing the kiln, the fire is lit and high-quality charcoal is added.

The small wind grunt was also turned, sending gusts of wind into the kiln.

As they moved, the flames soon burst into flames.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Heiwa feels that this time the flame is indeed bigger than the previous one, which makes him hope again, looking forward to this kiln opening, he can get something different from before, and he can get the results he wants......

When Heiwa and the others started firing the kiln again, as the next witch in the tribe, the stone was also not idle.

In the morning, he taught Chinese lessons to the fifth and sixth graders in the classroom, and took time out to make corrections to the students' homework with a red pen.

After lunch, after a short nap, Stone put on his coat and went out with a small notebook and charcoal.

As the next high-level of the Wu and Qingque tribes, because of Bai Xuemei, the new feather coat that is popular in the tribe this year, and the stone also has one.

However, unlike the people in the tribe who have feather coats, the way Stone wears feather coats is particularly chic.

When others wear feather coats, the feathers are facing inward and the fabric is facing outward, so that the soft feathers are next to the clothes inside, and they will become extra warm to wear.

Stone wants to do the opposite, he likes to turn his feather coat upside down, so that the feathers sewn on the inside of the garment are exposed, even if he knows that it is not very warm to wear.

As a result, from a distance, the stone appears to be completely wrapped in feathers, a birdman......

But Stone didn't care about that, just dressed like this, as if he was wearing it like this, and I don't know when, all of a sudden, he would be able to have the power of a bird, and he could fly into the sky.

Although knowing that such a thing cannot happen......

The stone, dressed in extremely fashionable clothes, left the tribe and walked east along the road for a while, and then went down the main road and walked along the ridge left behind towards the lower reaches of the river.

After walking for a while, I came to a place not far from the pond.

The hemp in the pond has been fished out, and even the water in it has been carried up to the fields by the industrious people of the Qingque tribe to fertilize the fields.

Nearby ground, skinned hemp stalks were piled up, and after a while these stalks would be collected by the people of the Qingque tribe and used as firewood.

Stone placed a small notebook and charcoal on the grass, took a stick with a hook from a short distance, and plunged into the pool......

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