With apprehension, Heizi finally asked Dashou and Liu Bei to help take the vat out of the kiln.

Seeing that it was intact, Kuroko finally breathed a sigh of relief. If this hadn't been burned, it would have blown over today, and I wouldn't have seen the Son of Heaven.

Later, Kuroko still found an anomaly, because the color was wrong.

In the past, the pottery was yellow with red, and the Son of Heaven called it red pottery.

But this time, the surface of the vat is black and bright, and there is a sense of luster in the black.

The jet-black surface was also smooth to the touch, which made the black mole very happy.

The Son of Heaven told him that the finest pottery will form a glaze like a glass layer on the surface, which is smooth and smooth to the touch, but the time for firing this large pottery jar is far from enough.

When Liu Bei and Dashou sent this vat to Wang Tian, Yutian didn't know how to explain such a thing.

The firing time is far from enough. Is it possible to achieve such an effect just because the blower is used all the time?

Or is it because the kiln is more able to maintain the temperature in the kiln, under the action of the blower. Only then did the glazed layer form on the surface?

The current Wang Tian didn't bother to study, and after praising the sunspot, he asked him to find the reason himself.

Just told him to let him burn a batch of bamboo charcoal tomorrow. And it said that you can try to burn pottery with charcoal.

Today's dinner was held on the observation deck, and with the protection of the horses, everyone was no longer so afraid of the night.

After a hard day's work, everyone drank a thick soup with salt, clumsily used chopsticks to hold the pieces of meat that were fished up with a spoon, and chatted happily.

Wang Tian looked at everything in front of him, the night camp in the leisure time of the later generations is now the normal state of life.

He suddenly felt that it was actually not bad to travel back to a primitive society, after all, he was naked and had no worries, and he lived the same life wherever he lived.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, say goodbye to the meaningless life of intrigue, enjoy this quiet night sky, and feel at peace like never before.

The people of the tribe talked happily, and some Mandarin nouns kept popping up in their words, and everyone was talking about the little changes in the tribe every day, and talking about the delicious salt.

The second brother showed his muscles to everyone everywhere, telling that he now has inexhaustible strength, gesturing with his hands how thick and thick the tree is, and he only needs a few axes to cut it down......

Wang Tian remembered the second brother who was almost hit by the tree he cut down, and remembered the King Kong No. 1 who split Huashan.

At this time, the leader was placing the biggest fish caught today on the altar.

There was no big sacrificial ceremony tonight, just a simple prayer in front of the gods.

The leader and the witch felt the joy of the tribe, and since the arrival of the king, the laughter of the tribe has gradually increased.

In the past, the tribe of about 100 people, except for the children's fighting and crying, most of the other people were silent.

Wang Tian looked at the people who were in high spirits and proposed that everyone sing the song of the Tianlong tribe together.

Everyone promised to start with Xiao Ling's crisp and pleasant voice, and this scene matched the artistic conception of the lyrics, and everyone only felt that it was so appropriate.

Everyone's Mandarin may not be very good, but there is no obstacle to the song.

With the flow of this voice, everyone seemed to see a picture scroll in front of their eyes: in the vast field in front of the cave, the fragrance of chestnut rice wafted, and the breeze blew a golden wave.

Inside the towering walls, the sound of chickens and dogs is heard, and young children chase after each other without worrying about the dangerous world outside the walls.

On the river not far away, everyone is busy harvesting fish on bamboo rafts, and small boats with sails in the distance are carrying full of goods, or returning from trading, or starting a new journey, sailing to the unknown and hopeful distance......

The beautiful rhythm and apt description made everyone reminisce about it for a long time.

Long after the singing had stopped, the tribesmen were still intoxicated and unable to help themselves.

Wang Tian did not bother everyone with this rare time of entertainment, and drained the water in the animal skin soaking pool and filled it again.

Then I picked up a piece of leather and rubbed it, the surface of the skin was already soaked, but it was not completely soaked, and it still took time.

After that, the collected straw rope materials are thrown into another unused puddle for soaking.

It can be used to make straw rope directly by rubbing off the mesophyll with hay, but it is too rough to make linen.

It must be soaked and the plant fibers extracted before they can be used to weave the cloth.

After dinner, the women continued to boil salt and marinate fish on the observation deck.

The half-grown children are not resting, and are boiling a pot of fish oil.

Holding a handful of salt-sprinkled fish residue that had been boiled before, he put a mouthful in his mouth from time to time.

The younger children were driven away from the oil pot by Wang Tian, also holding this snack in their hands, and did not forget to feed their parents while eating themselves.

Everyone is very satisfied with their current life, although it is a little harder than before, but now even the children have plenty of food and delicious snacks, what is there not to be satisfied with!

The first batch of ore had all been boiled, and Wu looked at a large clay jar full of salt, as white as snowflakes, and his face full of folds showed a comfortable smile.

The men are responsible for rubbing the freshly boiled salt on the fish, which shortens the salting time.

Some people's hands are torn by the salt because of the cracked parts of their hands, but they still don't care. Wang Tian could only stop them, this had to go on forever, and his hands had to be dehydrated.

These people were sent to decarbonize and tie up the horses, and the second brother and Liu Bei were called by him and began to make spare parts for the loom.

He first taught the two men how to use a meter ruler to ensure that the size of the workpiece was standard.

Liu Bei was responsible for cutting the wood with a small saw, and the second brother was responsible for cutting it into timber of the appropriate thickness.

Some key parts need to be flat and smooth, because there is no planer, so they can only be cut out by hand and carefully with a knife.

Wang Tian didn't have one machine at a time to make it. Rather, it is to make 30 sets of looms at once.

Each required part is made at once, which helps two people to understand and speeds things up.

After all, Wang Tian can't be like later generations, a design drawing can be thrown out, and it can be ignored. It's easy for everyone.

On the sacrificial altar of the tribal cave, an hourglass timer was placed, after the rod scale was made. Wang Tian made it together with a sundial that calculated time.

The sundial is placed in the upper right corner of the observation deck, and the sundial is used during the day and the hourglass is used to calculate the time at night.

In the vast and boundless night, a picture of the nightlife of the primitive era slowly unfolds in the enthusiastic work of the working people, and a picture that should not appear at this time is presented in the quiet night sky......