As the gap at the top of the carbon kiln was sealed with mud, Wang Lang always felt that something was wrong, but what was wrong, Wang Lang really couldn't remember it for a while.

People can't stand here stupidly waiting, Wang Lang took advantage of the charcoal burning time to let people collect rattan and weave some rattan baskets, because of the previous experience in weaving bamboo back baskets, except for Kong Yi and Kong Er, who were a little unskilled, others were very proficient in weaving, and ten rattan baskets were made in one day.

After a day of cooling, Wang Lang opened the charcoal kiln and used a wooden stick to remove the ashes and inspect it, but what was disappointing was that the experiment failed completely, a large part of the wood was not completely burned, and only a small part of the charcoal was burned.

Wang Lang spoke, and asked the usable charcoal to be knocked off the unburned wood and put it into a rattan basket.

Looking at the pile of unburned wood, Wang Lang rubbed his temples and wondered what was wrong.

"Lang, what's the use of all this burned wood?" A man named Bark asked.

Wang Lang looked at the poor charcoal and said helplessly: "This thing is called charcoal, and it is better to use it to burn pottery than wood, but the charcoal fired this time was a little unsuccessful." ”

"So what makes success?" Fire asked.

Wang Lang shook his head and said: "Only if most of this wood is burned into charcoal, it's just that it's useless to get such a little bit now, alas! Go ahead and get busy, and I'll think about what the problem is. ”

Huo looked at Wang Lang, who was frowning, and wanted to help, but he didn't understand any of this, so he had to say, "Lang, with your wisdom, you will definitely be able to come up with a way." ”

Wang Lang nodded and smiled, didn't speak, just squatted on the edge of the pit and touched his chin and looked at the simple charcoal kiln.

Huo looked at Wang Lang, shook his head, and took the others to weave rattan baskets, leaving Wang Lang a quiet space to think.

Wang Lang took a piece of unburned wood and looked left and right, it was obvious that the flame of this piece of wood was extinguished when the air ran out, but if the air was not isolated, the wood would be burned to ashes, this dilemma made Wang Lang very headache.

Time passed little by little, and for more than an hour, Wang Lang was almost clueless.

"Lang, drink some water." Fire came over with a bowl of water and said.

Wang Lang took the bowl and took a sip of water, and suddenly it lit up, looking directly at the pottery bowl in his hand.

"I'm so stupid, I don't have bricks, can't I just use mud? I didn't expect such a simple thing. Wang Lang patted his head in annoyance, stood up and said excitedly: "Your bowl of water was delivered in a timely manner, this time it is really thanks to you." ”

Huo looked at Wang Lang blankly, he just brought a bowl of water and didn't do anything.

Wang Lang ignored the fire in a state of obscenity, called a few people, asked them to take clay pots to the river to fetch water, and gathered the soil left by digging the pit and piled it together.

After doing this, Wang Lang and Huo cut the dried wood into sticks of different lengths.

After being busy for an hour, Wang Lang selected the shortest one from the cut wood, nailed it to the ground with a stone axe, and then piled it up into a conical shape according to the length of the wood, leaving a certain gap in the middle, and filling it with hay in the middle.

After all the chopped sticks were used, a conical firewood pile with a diameter of more than two meters appeared in front of the people.

People looked at the pyre blankly, wondering what was the use of making such a strange new shape.

"Lang, what are you doing with all this effort to pile up wood like this?" People asked, puzzled.

"I decided to burn charcoal in a different way, and this time I will definitely succeed." Wang Lang said confidently.

People stared at the pyre, but they didn't see anything famous.

Fire asked, "So what are we going to do next, set fire to the wood?" ”

Wang Lang shook his head and said, "Of course not, you dig more soil now, and then you can do what I do." ”

The people didn't ask anything more, and as Wang Lang instructed, they began to dig up the earth with broken branches.

With the joint efforts of the people, it didn't take long to dig up enough soil for Wang Lang.

With the soil, Wang Lang used the water he fetched to turn the soil into mud, and then kneaded the mud into mud blocks wider than the palm of his hand, and piled them up little by little along the bottom of the firewood pile.

"If you see that you don't see it, you will follow my practice, and pile it up little by little along the shape of the firewood pile." Wang Lang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone.

People watched carefully for a long time, and felt that there was no difficulty, as the so-called strength of many people, if Wang Lang did this work by himself, it would take at least a few hours, but with the joint efforts of the people, the firewood pile was covered with mud in less than an hour, but Wang Lang did not seal the top.

Looking at the conical mound of dirt in front of them, the men had a lewd smile on their faces, and if they made another one next to it, it would look like a woman's breasts, and if the top notch was covered with mud, it would look even more like.

The women looked at the men's gaze, between their breasts and the mound of dirt, and they didn't know what shyness was, but they felt very annoyed, and grabbed the sticks on the ground and struck them at the most energetic holes.

Looking at Kong Yi, who was being chased and beaten by several women, all the men couldn't help but secretly wipe their sweat, this woman started a fire, this combat power is really not much worse than men.

Wang Lang ignored Kong Yi, who was screaming repeatedly, and dug a few small holes in the bottom of the dirt pile with a wooden stick, and then let people start a fire.

The hay on top was lit with burning wood, and the red flame spread down the hay between the sticks, and it didn't take long for the dry sticks to ignite.

After waiting for the small hole at the bottom to see the flames, Wang Lang used mud to seal the gap at the top and the small hole at the bottom.

"It should be possible this time!"

Looking at the small dirt bag in front of him, Wang Lang suddenly suffered a little bit of gains and losses.

After finishing the work, people saw that poor Kong Yi was surrounded by those women, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked at Wang Lang, their eyes were full of pleading.

Seeing his miserable appearance, the men subconsciously shuddered, and secretly rejoiced that it was too obvious that they didn't see it just now.

As the patriarch, Wang Lang couldn't watch the bloody conflict within the tribe, so he walked over and coughed and said, "You women are almost fine, haven't you seen that he has been beaten like this by you?" ”

Seeing that the most respected patriarch on weekdays came to intercede for this guy, it was not easy to go too far, so they threw down the wooden stick and let Kong Yi go, and glared fiercely at a few men who were watching the excitement not far away.

Kong Yi, who escaped the catastrophe, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the women leave, and looked at Wang Lang gratefully.

Wang Lang didn't know if this experience would cause them any shadows in their hearts, but what made him even more curious was why the women who had been running naked were so concerned about men watching their private parts this time, this extremely profound question, Wang Lang didn't figure it out until he died.