The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, and the red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, spewing out thinly, crystal dazzling. At this time, a trace of blood-red light waves came in from the white of the sun, radiating ten thousand rays of light. The sunlight shines through the trees, through the morning mist, densely and obliquely sprinkled the earth, and the sky is as graceful as a colorful oil painting.

As soon as the sun rose, it was another busy day for the tribesmen, and the same was true for Ye Feng. After a night of natural cooling, it was time for the kiln to open.

Ye Feng's kiln mouth design is very small, just to keep more temperature, so that the pottery inside is not easy to take out, but for this kind of disposable kiln, just dismantle it directly, he lifted the top of the kiln, and the pottery inside came into view.

I saw a clay pot and several sets of bowls in the kiln. Several of the bowls had cracked, and only the clay pot remained intact. Although Ye Feng was mentally prepared, he still couldn't stand it in the face of such a cracked product, and he had nothing to rely on when it came to this, but fortunately, he also left himself a clay pot, so that the fruits of his labor were not wasted.

Ye Feng picked up the clay pot, he knocked on the clay pot, the clay pot made a crisp and pleasant sound, it was earthy yellow, the surface was very rough, that was because there was no glazing, the conditions were limited, Ye Feng could not make a usable glaze.

When Ye Feng appeared in front of everyone with a clay pot, everyone's eyes were instantly attracted, and they all stared curiously at the strange thing in Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng didn't say much, let them set up a fire, although they were puzzled, but out of trust in Ye Feng, they still did what they said. And Ye Feng took the clay pot to the river to get a basin of water.

When he returned to the cave, the men had already lit the fire, and he put the clay pot in the ground, and placed four stones around the fire, and put the clay pot on top of the four stones, and a simple stove was built.

Ye Feng threw a few pieces of meat in the clay pot, poured a little salt into the water, put a few peppercorns that Chu Yun had found, covered the pot with a wooden lid, and waited for it to be cooked.

After boiling like this for about half an hour, Ye Feng lifted the lid of the pot, and a rich aroma of meat spread to the surroundings, and the people around smelled it, and involuntarily sniffed, and looked at the clay pot in surprise.

Ye Feng picked up chopsticks made of two branches, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, a long-lost stewed meat fragrance swept the entire mouth, and with a light bite, the juice of the fibers in the meat flowed out instantly, coupled with the strength of the meat itself, it constituted a rare delicacy.

Since the crossing, although Ye Feng has eaten meat every day, the smell of smoke and fire has been filling his mouth, making him miserable, and now he has a clay pot, and he no longer wants to eat that kind of barbecue.

Ye Feng distributed these meats to these onlookers, they tasted the taste of stewed meat for the first time, and they were excited, Ye Feng didn't cook much meat, so the monks had more porridge and less porridge, this small pot was coaxed up by everyone, Ye Feng saw that it was not good, in case the clay pot was broken by these rude men, then he wanted to cry without tears.

Ye Feng hurriedly squeezed in the pile of people, everyone thought that he was also here to grab food, and quickly pushed him aside, one of them got this gap, picked up the clay pot and left.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of big feet stretched out and tripped his legs, and the man threw himself forward, drawing a graceful arc in the clay pot, and flew forward.

Ye Feng was stunned and shouted, "Don't, just this one." ”

Just when the pottery was about to come into close contact with the ground, a pair of big hands caught him, Ye Feng fixed his eyes and saw that the owner of this big hand was Heru, Ye Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw that Heru's face changed suddenly, and he threw the clay pot in his hand hard, shook his hands vigorously, and shouted in his mouth: "Oh, it's hot, it's burning me." The pottery made a graceful arc and flew in the direction it had come.

This time, I was not lucky enough to be caught, just in front of Ye Feng, there was a "snap", debris flew and juice flowed sideways.

Ye Feng's face was pale, and he showed anger at these culprits, these people obviously understood that they had caused a big disaster, they didn't expect that this thing was very hard to pick up, it was so brittle, and it would break if it fell to the ground.

The next day, Ye Feng Tie blushed, commanding these people who broke into the disaster, including Heru, to re-fire a batch of pottery, this time with good luck, two pottery pots and a pottery bowl were successfully fired, which made his Tie Qing's face better.

These pottery are obviously not enough for the 400 Xingyue tribe, and this glorious task is entrusted to these culprits.

Heru was lucky to escape this catastrophe, after he fired a batch, Ye Feng didn't let him do it, not because he was merciful and let him go, but Heru, a rough guy, didn't help anything, and added a lot of trouble to death, and didn't dare to use him at all.

When batches of pottery came out, more and more people in the Crescent tribe tasted the taste of stewed meat, and the more they ate the barbecue they were used to, the more they tasted it, and their love for naughty meat became deeper and deeper.

The next day, when Ye Feng looked up, he saw a row of high-flying geese in the endless clouds and water, in the silent dawn, their figures on the canopy, lined up, so clear, so solemn......

"Is it autumn so soon, when I came here, it was estimated that it was in the middle of summer, and I think I've been here for so long, and I don't know how my parents are doing." Ye Feng couldn't help but think of his family and muttered softly.

"Hey! Big bad, what are you talking about? Chu Yun playfully jumped into Ye Feng's field of vision from behind and said to Ye Feng.

This nickname was called during the first conversation between Chu Yun and Ye Feng, and until now, Ye Feng can't change it even if he says anything bad.

Ye Feng stretched out his right hand, saw the wild goose that was gradually moving away, and said: "The wild goose is gone, autumn is coming, I have been here for so long, I didn't even notice the slightest passing of time." ”

Chu Yun also sighed when he heard this, and said, "Yes, the shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and how many degrees of autumn do things change?" Where is the emperor in the pavilion now, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold. ”

At this moment, Duoye's words broke the elegant atmosphere of the two people: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand a word, do you want to go to the ruins?"

Ye Feng Chuyun was stunned when he heard this, and asked in unison, "Rush to the ruins?" What's that?"

Taye explained: "The ruins are a place for the rock tribe to find a trade, in that place, each tribe can send a few people to exchange things with each other, but that place is the rock tribe, where to exchange, you must hand over a little thing to the rock tribe." ”

When Ye Feng heard it, isn't this the market of the future? The rock tribe was also quite good at business, and began to collect booth fees. Ye Feng and Chuyun glanced at each other, and both sides saw each other's eager eyes, and the two of them raised their hands and said, "Of course they want to go!" ”

To be continued