Han Cheng lifted up the leather pants that had been too soft, and also wrapped the leather on his body.

At this time, although it is the beginning of summer, the weather is still a little cold in the morning, and it is still very necessary to do a good job of cold protection and warmth.

With his small body, he can naturally compare with the shirtless elder brother and others who are ramming the earth.

As the weather became hotter day by day, Han Cheng also began to change the working hours of the Qingque tribe.

Compared to before, I have to wake up a little earlier in the morning, and after washing, I start ramming earth to raise the fence directly.

While these people raised the wall, the people in the tribe who were in charge of cooking began to cook with the food that the elder brother had taken out.

I worked for more than an hour before I went to eat a ready-made meal.

In this way, you can not only suffer less from the heat, but also take advantage of the meal time to rest more.

Work early in the morning and rest more at noon, and as the days get longer and the weather gets hotter, the lunch break will gradually lengthen.

Han Cheng didn't want Changgong to work more, and he started Zhou Papi, who was crowing earlier than a chicken, he did all this just to make his life and the tribe's life safer and more comfortable, and he didn't have to rush too much.

People need to move forward in this life, but they can't just take care of the boring head, while hurrying, they also need to occasionally stop to see the scenery on the way, otherwise when they are dying, don't you feel sorry when you look back on your life?

Anyway, Han Cheng is now back in the primitive era, and he no longer has to worry about the house, car, and daughter-in-law all day long, and he is overwhelmed, and there is no problem in slowing down his pace and living more leisurely, people, how can he live or not?

Han Cheng, who had just despised the busy future generations who hated having to sleep and skip meals with such an extremely leisurely mentality, quickly collapsed, and he found that he seemed to need to run for the house, car, and daughter-in-law.

The house is about to be built, and the car is not needed yet, so there is no need to think about it for the time being, daughter-in-law...... That's a big problem.

Thinking about these female primitives who were generally stout, and then thinking about the more spectacular joy meeting, Han Cheng's face turned into a bitter melon.

This is really a problem, there is no house to build by yourself, you can build it slowly without a car, but the daughter-in-law can't also build it slowly by herself, right?

Even if she can go down and break a rib with her hands, she doesn't have that much ability to give her a ferry......

Forget it, let's put this matter aside for the time being, and then slowly tangle it later.

Han Cheng pulled open his leather pants to see something that hadn't developed much in more than a year, and sighed rather wistfully, leaving behind this problem that had troubled him for two lifetimes and would continue to be troubled.

He didn't wander around the wall, the senior brother was already familiar with the construction of the wall, and he didn't need to dictate to it.

Now he is standing next to the earthen kiln not far from the river, enjoying the joy of opening the kiln with Heiwa, preparing to dilute some of the sadness in his heart.

Heiwa has already become an expert in this, walked to the side of the kiln, reached out on the wall of the kiln and touched the pottery board covered on it, and then put his hand on the gap, feel the temperature respectively, and asked the assistant to work with him to lift down the two pottery plates covered by the kiln respectively, and lay them flat on the side of the place that is not in the way.

There were fine dusts flying out of the clay kiln as the two clay plates lifted away.

Han Cheng stood on the side and waited for a while, walked to the edge of the wide-open kiln, stood on a stone and looked inside, only to see that the inside of the kiln was densely packed with black tiles, most of which were intact, and only half of them were occasionally broken.

I don't know if these broken ones are heated unevenly, or if they haven't dried out and gone to the kiln.

Heiwa and his assistant walked over, and saw that there were broken tiles and seemed a little unhappy, after all, he had already regarded himself as the first person to make pottery in the Qingque tribe, and he had not come to the earth kiln for a long time to see the gods, and today he finally came to see the kiln once, but there was such a situation, and he naturally felt that his face was a little dull.

Han Cheng smiled and praised Heiwa for doing a good job, and a smile bloomed on Heiwa's face.

Han Cheng actually appreciates Heiwa's attitude, because many technological advances are achieved by craftsmen who strive for perfection.

Han Cheng went out of the kiln with Heiwa and his assistant, the size of the tile is not too big, fifteen centimeters long, between ten and twelve wide, a piece is about seven or eight taels, Han Cheng can still hold a dozen or so pieces at a time.

There is basically a layer of fine floating ash on the newly burned tile, and you can see the true color of the tile when you wipe it off by hand, which is the kind of black that is similar to the tribal clay pot, which is heavier than the color of the small tile that was common in Han Cheng in later generations.

Some of the clay fired pottery is red, Han Cheng hasn't encountered it yet, when is it okay, let Heiwa search nearby to see if there is one, if you can find such clay is also a good thing, you can not let the color of the pottery in the tribe be too monotonous.

As soon as Han Cheng raised his hand, a broken tile flew out, and after gliding in the air for a distance of about ten meters, he fell headlong and smashed on the pile of broken pottery, making a few crisp sounds, and became even more broken.

Broken pottery is also useful, they are stoned, and when the pottery is made again, they are mixed with clay, so that the fired pottery will be stronger, and it will not be easy to break when firing.

Han Cheng walked to the pile of tiles not far away with a stack of ten complete tiles, stacked them together with the previous tiles, and then walked to the earthen kiln to transport the tiles here.

Some necessary labor still needs to be done, firstly, to exercise the body, and secondly, not to let yourself be too idle.

At the beginning, there were many tiles in the earthen kiln, and Han Cheng stood on the stepping stones, and he could take the tiles out of it by himself.

With the movement of several of them, after the tiles in the kiln became fewer and fewer, Han Chengcheng could only take over the tiles from Heiwa or his assistant.

His body had not yet grown, and even if he stood on the stepping stones, he could not reach the tiles below.

If you force it, you are likely to plant yourself headlong in the earthen kiln.

Since coming here for more than a year, Han Cheng has already accepted the fact that he has small arms and legs.

There are more than 500 pieces of this kiln tile, and now, there are almost more than 1,600 burned tiles, Han Cheng looked at this pile of tiles, and looked forward to the upcoming construction of the house.