"What's the matter?" Zhang San's exaggerated actions successfully attracted Wang Yang's attention, so he got off the divine beast and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhang San pointed to the adults behind him, and then drew a picture on the ground.

He made it clear that the forest was very close to here, and they had nothing to do, so they simply walked to collect charcoal and walked back.

Fast is certainly not fast, but idleness is idleness.

Wang Yang frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked the adults if there was anything new in the wheat field.

They replied that the wheat fields were all right, and the wheat was growing well.

Seeing that there was no problem, Wang Yang agreed to the idea, and he naturally hoped to get more materials in a shorter time.

But he didn't let everyone go out, just called twenty more adults, and left some friends and some adults to stay here, one is to answer Xiaohong, who has not come back yet, and explain to them.

Second, there is a new situation in the wheat field, and some people have to deal with it.

After thinking about it, he mounted the beast and galloped towards the forest again.

Zhang San walked behind him, he knew the road, and led the others to trot, just like the chase with the mammoth back then.

After coming to the charred wasteland again, Wang Yang skillfully mined charcoal. Forests were burned to a large extent, countless trees were damaged, and a small number of animals were killed in the fires.

Walking in it, you can also find some scorched bones, and the bones are full of black burn marks.

Without looking too much, he began to collect charcoal.

Charcoal is a good thing, and it is common to take a piece of dry wood and put it in the fire to burn it, as long as it is not burned completely. will leave some behind.

Some of this is the essence. Charcoal has a high ignition point. Up to three or four hundred degrees, naturally. They burn at a higher temperature, which can reach seven or eight hundred degrees, and are good partners for refining all kinds of metals.

Of course, with the help of a specific kiln, the temperature can exceed 1,000 degrees, which is theoretically the case, but whether this is the case in practice remains to be tested by Wang Yang.

But now for Wang Yang, it doesn't matter what, he just wants to build a granary. Then build some houses and make your original ideas come true.

This day will not be too far away, he now has charcoal, he can process clay, what bricks, tiles, houses, there will be soon.

Thinking about it, he sped up the speed of collecting charcoal.

Charcoal is actually the outer layer of the trunk, and occasionally the inner layer of the tree, and the outer layer. All of them have not yet burned inside, and the inner layer is naturally the result of being about to turn to ashes, but being extinguished by heavy rain.

Charcoal is brittle. The outer layer was also burned unevenly, and Wang Yang was collecting more ready-made charcoal for the time being, that is, those that burned to the heart of the tree. Charcoal that causes trees to fall to the ground.

There's a lot of charcoal, after all, it's the place where it burns the longest. Many trees were burned to charcoal and fell to the ground before they could burn further. smashed all over the place, Wang Yang used this to pick up the charcoal on the ground.

Of course, some of them are not pure carbon, and there is a wood core in them, and if you collect charcoal from the outside, it is basically pure carbon.

Wang Yang didn't care at all, anyway, pick it up, sooner or later he would have to use it.

This time, he brought a lot of animal skin bags, and after filling them, he tried to let the beasts bring them back.

If you can't bring it back, you just throw it on the ground, and when others come, you don't have to spend time collecting it.

Then he turned around and hurried back.

About two-thirds of the way through, he met Zhang San and others.

They weren't slow, and the two-year migration had made them familiar with fast travel, trots and everything.

After greeting them, Wang Yang left.

Rushing back to the tribe, seeing that it was only noon, Wang Yang dropped the bag and left again without stopping.

The friends quickly poured out the charcoal, dried it in the sun, and kept it dry until they saw that the weather was not very good, so they quickly put it away.

Sometimes they don't have time to harvest, and the heavy rains in the savannah climate come as soon as they say, and they don't bring any signs, which is really distressing.

More than four months have passed, and everyone has collected all the charcoal they can collect, piling it up like a hill.

And Xiaohong and the others also went back and forth two or three times, bringing back a lot of clay.

Everyone is busy and has no time to rest, but everyone lives to the fullest and strives for the same goal.

The rainy season passed, the weather became dry and hot again, and the sun shone straight on everyone's skin, trying to turn them into briquettes.

Everyone has lived here for a long time, and they are still a little uncomfortable, and many people begin to pluck the hair on their bodies to speed up the heat dissipation.

But I pulled out a few roots, but I found that it was painful, and it was really not pulled, it was not and it was not, it was very tangled.

Wang Yang was also very hot, but he didn't care, and all his energy was focused on making granaries.

The wheat fields grew more and more luxuriant, growing faster and faster, and most of the wheat had grown waist-high and seemed to be about to ripen.

Time was pressing, and he had to build the granary before the wheat was ripe, otherwise two heavy rains would come and everything would be in vain.

Now that he has a lot of charcoal, and a constant supply of clay, it's time to start producing.

He didn't focus on refining everyday necessities, which were not important to them, and they could live without them.

So his goal is very firm, to refine bricks directly.

First, he spread a large amount of hay on the ground, then mixed the clay and water into a sticky state, and then began to make bricks.

It is a rectangular brick no more than 20 centimeters long and less than 5 centimeters thick, which is fabricated and immediately placed on the paved hay and dried with natural force.

One thing to note is to try to have a bedding such as hay to isolate the clay from the dirt and prevent them from mixing together and causing the burned bricks to be unstable.

And there is an advantage of using hay, that is, it will be burned into fly ash at high temperature during the firing process, which will not affect the quality of the bricks.

Then he spread a pile of hay on the ground, put two layers of charcoal on top of the hay, and then put the formed clay bricks on top of the charcoal and spread them as much as possible.

This is a move that there is no way out, he does not have a kiln yet, so he has to burn some bricks first, and then he can build a kiln.

Looking at the dozen adults on the side who were ready to take brooms, Wang Yang nodded, as long as he gave the order, everyone would use these brooms as fans to help the charcoal burn.

"Bricks, buddy is here to burn you!"

Wang Yang spat out, squatted down, and the two hands holding the flint were clenched very tightly, and suddenly a friction made an ugly sound, and at the same time, a little spark rushed into the haystack.

"Boom!" The hay smokes, ignites! (To be continued......)

PS: I'll just say, I'm very reputable, and this is a chapter added today.

After writing it, you can go to see the pharaoh's favorite concubine 3, who has been entangled for several years.