For three days of sunny weather, the dried fish exuded a stinky smell, and the flies buzzed around to watch, the clansmen didn't take it seriously, but Chen Jian hated the root of his teeth.

I had to catch a few children, get some fresh grass such as mugwort, light a fire in the place where the fish were drying, and constantly add wormwood to form a slightly bitter smoke, which finally stopped the group of dive bombers from approaching.

In the past two days, the hunting has become simpler and simpler, and the level of archery of the tribesmen has increased slightly, although it is not possible to shoot deer and sheep directly, but the efficiency of hunting has been significantly improved.

Life looks good, there is meat and fish, and occasionally there are large white insects collected by women from trees, rich in protein, and it is disgusting to eat raw, but it still has a unique flavor when cooked.

However, as a person who crossed over from the foodie empire, Jian Chen couldn't bear it anymore.

Barbecue, frying, cooking, stir-frying, stewing, steaming, and now there is only one roasted left.

Looking at the fat and tender sheep, I want to boil it into a milky white soup, and a few touches of coriander and coriander float in it, and my mouth is watering when I think about it.

It's a pity that I can only watch it turn into roast sheep, and there is no salt......

So on the evening of the third day, Chen Jian felt that it was time to get a container, at least he could drink hot water, there were no antibiotics in these years, and now it was okay, how to drink that water during the summer flood season?

Once again, lying about the guidance of the ancestors, plus enough dried fish and food, I bought two days.

It is not a trivial matter to leave hunting and engage in other industries now, that is, Chen Jian used bows and arrows and fish to endorse himself, and it was unanimously approved by the tribal vote.

From the piled bones, I found a few shoulder blades such as deer and sheep, which were good things for making bone tools, which were narrow and thick on the top and thin and wide on the bottom, and very tough.

Carefully smashed a few irregular holes in it with stones, but smashing bones is a technical job, and even the best uncle in the clan who smashes stones is not very sure of success.

Of the more than twenty shoulder blades, eight were finally left to work.

He went out and cut down a few small trees the size of an egg, removed the epidermis and inserted them into the small holes that had been smashed out.

In the past few days, the women have rubbed a lot of rope and dried some for later use, and the rope is the pre-technology of this tool.

Tie the rope carefully where the bones and wood are connected, and then add a one-foot-long beam to the top of the bones, and fix it with rope as well.

The function of this crossbar is to facilitate your efforts when digging the soil, and there is a place to step on it - the shovels of later generations have not heard of narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the shovels that cannot be stepped on are not qualified shovels.

The process is not complicated, and before going to bed, I finished eight simple bones and waved them, which was very light.

People gathered around to look at the tools, but they couldn't figure out what they were for, but they knew the name of the thing, and the pronunciation of the four fingers.

Early the next morning, all the men, women and children of the tribe came to the river at the foot of the mountain, and because of the strong current, the small river was so strong that the beach was piled up only at the bend, and there were clods of earth on both sides of the river.

After looking at these soils, they are not very good clays, but they are not crafts, so they are not so exquisite.

The best clay is also called Guanyin soil, which is the kind of Guanyin soil that was eaten by the hungry people in the year of the catastrophe, which cannot be digested at all, and eating it is also death, which is nothing more than a feeling of fullness before death - the sustenance of ghost culture in despair, hoping not to be a starving ghost in the next life.

There may be good clay in the mountains here, but you can't do it with the tools you have now, you have to use local materials.

I pinched it with my hand and put it in the water to soak, and pinched the viscosity, there was some yellow mud in it, and there should be a lot of yellow mud under the soil layer.

Looking at the topography, I found a flat place not far from the river.

Chen Jian first stepped on the crosswood on the bone rak with his foot, inserted the bone rak into the ground, made a demonstration, and then dug out the soil and threw it aside.

It was a simple move, and soon the uncles and cousins learned it.

Eight bones, nearly thirty men took turns to use, and in a short time, a pit with a radius of about two meters was dug, revealing the yellow mud inside.

The dry yellow mud was so hard that it was impossible to dig with this simple tool, and a small canal was dug to divert the water into the pit.

When the water reached near his ankles, he blocked the canal and called a few people to take turns to step on it.

After a while, the hard yellow mud mixed with the water and turned into mud, and then turned into sticky mud, and it was difficult for several people who stepped on it to lift their legs.

The rest of the people went to collect branches, and there were many dead branches nearby, and they could also find some bugs for snacks.

After a busy morning, the mud pit has become a mess of mud, and the people who step on it are also tired and sweaty, and their bodies are covered with mud.

The substitution took the bone rake, dug out the wet yellow mud below and buckled it on the ground, this is the most basic raw material, it is definitely not good to use it to burn porcelain, but it is no problem to burn pottery.

Let Yu Qian'er take the child back to the cave and carry some grass and wood ashes, and get some fine sand and soil on the impact island in the middle of the river.

Normally, before firing pottery, you need to use a sieve to sift out the hard lumps and coarse sand inside, but now it's spring, and fibrous plants such as nettle and flax haven't grown well, and even if they do, it takes ten days and half a month to put the fibers in water to weave fine linen that can filter the sand.

With the "cloth" that is now being woven, it is estimated that the ostrich eggs can leak even if they are strenuous and meaningless.

After adding some dry soil to the yellow mud and stirring it well, Chen Jian first pinched an extremely ugly bowl with his hands, and then ran to the river to scoop a scoop of water and made a demonstration, and the women immediately understood what it was for.

This is the oldest method of kneading by hand, and it can be said that the things made are strangely shaped and easy to shatter during firing, but this is the only way to use this stupid method for the first time.

The aunts joined the army of mud, and one of them took a piece and kneaded it on the stone, kneading it into the shape they wanted.

The men were called by Liu Jian, found a large flat stone slab by the river, piled piles of yellow mud on it, kneaded the air inside, found a piece of wood as a rolling pin, and several people pressed the yellow mud into a large dough cake more than half a meter wide.

Looking at the thickness of this mud cake, it is already nearly three centimeters thick.

Another person hugged a large ball of mud and rubbed it in the shape of a long snake, and everyone was sweating profusely under the sun.

After dozens of long snakes were pinched, three or four people held one and carefully placed it on the round clay board, formed a circle, splashed a little water, and gently pressed it to fix it.

Circle after circle, a large mud pot was finally completed when it was about half a meter high.

No matter how big it is, it will crack due to tension and gravity.

Because it was the first time to fire, Chen Jian and the others had no experience, so Chen Jian and the others used mud cakes and mud strips to make several large mud pots.

And the aunts and cousins also made a lot of strange containers and put them on the stone slabs near the big mud pot to dry.

There were four large pots, dozens of strange pots and pots, and I don't know how many were left after the first burning.

Thinking that the pottery might leak, he mixed the ashes of the plants and trees on the excavated white clay and mixed it into mud, and asked people to carefully brush a layer of mud on those large pots, but they didn't know if they could burn out the glaze.

The best tool for making pottery is the potter's wheel, with which the centrifugal force of rotation makes it easy to make a variety of regular round pots, saving time and effort.

But the transmission system was a problem, and many tribes in the Stone Age had mastered potter's wheel technology, but Jian Chen couldn't think of how they turned.

I squatted there and pondered for a long time, and came up with a possible plan, but I didn't know if it would succeed.

First rolled out two very thick mud cakes, dug a hole in the non-center of the mud cake, and dug a groove in the center of the circle of the two mud cakes.

The sides of the two mud cakes were deeply grooved by hand.

Two bases were made out of the remaining clay, and the exposed areas were just enough to snap into the grooves.

By the time everything was done, it was already dark.

Chen Jian looked at the sky, and for the first time sincerely prayed to the ancestors, don't rain, otherwise this day's work will be in vain, and I am afraid that the primitive worship clansmen will also think that it is the wrath of the heavens.

I was not in the mood to eat dinner, Yu Qian'er only thought that her brother was tired, and wanted to ask how to count after ten, but she didn't ask, and quietly fed the birds with a few children.

The nervousness lasted for the middle of the night, and the frogs chirping in pairs at the foot of the mountain became particularly annoying tonight.

He doesn't know how to make pottery, but he only knows a little about it, and this is the first time he has encountered such an uncontrollable thing.

smiled self-deprecatingly, his state of mind still needs to be honed a lot, there are many things that he can't control in the future, and the first time is to train his mind.

I slept all night in a daze, and the next day there was finally no rain, and my mood suddenly improved, and it seemed that the forest birds that kept calling were no longer annoying.

Prepare firewood with people, and when the pottery is almost sunburned, set the stacked firewood and grass on fire.

The temperature of the pottery is not too high, so I called a few people to keep vigil with myself at night, and constantly added firewood and grass.

The flames lit red all around, and the fire burned all night before gradually extinguishing it, covering a thick layer of plant ash.

Like a gambler at the gambling table, he endured a thumping heart and swept away the ashes on it, and the clansmen followed behind, looking at him with blank eyes, guessing what kind of good things the ancestors would bring to the clansmen this time.

It's like lifting the bride's hijab, after the dust is swept away, Chen Jian's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

In front of me were three pinched pottery bowls, but only two were broken, and one was intact.

The pale red color was indescribably cute, and it was even more exciting than the red on the newlywed trial handkerchief.

I wanted to smile faintly to show that I was in control to improve my character, but unfortunately the clansmen didn't understand this subtle beauty, and they stared at his face one after another.

I had no choice but to yell helplessly to show my joy, and the clansmen shouted happily.

The rest of the dust was swept away, two of the four large clay jars were broken, and two were intact, basically with a success rate of about half.

And the two bases and the mud cake may be because of the solidity, but they are actually intact, and there is still a scorching temperature on them, which makes people dare not approach.

The anxious Chen Jian waited for a long time before picking up a pottery bowl and handing it to the old grandmother, who knocked it with her hand and made a jingling sound, which was also startled.

Yesterday it was yellow mud, why is it like a stone today?

This broken pottery bowl was passed around among the clansmen, and everyone showed a surprised expression, how did this happen?

And because the two large clay jars were coated with a layer of mud, the outside was not rough, but smooth as ice.

Looking at the two large clay jars, Jian Chen burst into tears - one step closer to the steamed buns, flower rolls, noodles, and rice.

Ade, grilled venison! Ade, roasted tubers! Ade, grilled lamb and grilled fish!

"I have to drink mutton soup tonight, Ming'er uses mutton fat to fry the tubers, and the day after tomorrow boils fresh fish soup......"

He muttered to himself, Yu Qian'er scratched his head, and said in his heart, why is my brother drooling, can this stone-like thing be eaten?