Wang Yang blew on the small flame that had just risen, and the flame thrived, spreading in all directions, rising from the chocolate-colored mud bricks, and rising with soft tips of fire.

This is a technical work, and the refining technique of later generations has developed to an extremely complex stage.

Wang Yang will not, he, like the first batch of brick-burning people in history, slowly explores the world realm.

He didn't know what would happen to the road, and he didn't know if the first people who found the bricks in the road had the intention to do it, or if they didn't intend to do it.

He only knew that he was doing it and was working hard for it.

Because of hard work, so focused, there will be no giving up.

The temperature of the flame is not high, and the red fire is scorching with charcoal, and I want to ignite it, but no matter how I order it, I can only make the charcoal appear a little spark, and I can't see any traces of burning.

The temperature was not high enough, and Wang Yang knew this very well, so he waved his hand at the adults holding the brooms.

The broom was made mainly of a large number of needles, which was very sparse, and later Wang Yang collected pieces of leaves in the forest, processed them, and made them into a relatively dense broom.

The wind swept into the flames.

"Huhu~" The flames roared, and at that moment they became terrifying, and the hay burned rapidly.

Wang Yang kept adding the hay that was prepared on the side to the fire, quietly waiting for the charcoal to change.

This moment appeared not long after, and the charcoal changed very significantly, the appearance of a reddish spark appeared, a blue and red flame flickered, and the charcoal was on fire.

Wang Yang motioned for everyone to continue fanning the wind, in the non-stop wind. The temperature of the charcoal rose, and Wang Yang, who was standing on the side, felt like facing the sun. Sweat kept flowing.

He refused to take half a step back, and kept adding charcoal to it. While maintaining the temperature of the flame, expect the temperature to reach higher.

In the absence of a kiln, or under a closed environmental condition, the temperature of the charcoal is not preserved, and it is difficult to make the temperature rise effectively and quickly.

The temperature of the burned bricks needs to reach a very high temperature according to the required function and quality.

Not to mention much, eight or nine hundred degrees should be there, and the temperature is low. The quality of the bricks naturally decreases.

Maybe it's not called brick, it's called pottery.

Wang Yang was thinking, what would the ancient people do with that brick when they first discovered that it could be burned into bricks? Their conditions must be much more rudimentary than their own, and what can they do with the bricks they burn?

While thinking about it, steaming water vapor rose from the mud bricks.

A few days ago, the air drying and exposure only allowed the moisture on the outside to evaporate, and the moisture inside still did not eliminate. Rise up at this moment.

Wang Yang narrowed his eyes and made everyone increase the intensity of the fan.

After fanning for a long time, everyone was a little tired, and the speed of the fan couldn't help but slow down. Wang Yang hurriedly let others take over and continued to maintain the wind speed.

He didn't dare to slack off, a brick was formed at a very high temperature. In the absence of closure, only the speed of the wind can be relied upon. Speed up the energy evaporation of charcoal and maintain a higher temperature.

Even so. Wang Yang suspected that it could only be kept at about 600 degrees, which should be the limit, and he was very bottomless in his heart.

What kind of bricks can be fired at such a temperature? I'm afraid it's not as good as it could be.

Because of this, when Wang Yang designed these bricks, they were smaller and thinner than modern ones, so as to ensure that the temperature was conveyed.

As the water vapor rises, the appearance of the mud bricks changes slightly, the surface slowly becomes ruddy, as if it has been contaminated by flames, and those small red dots do not appear at the same time, but like particles, little by little, and then slowly converge and connect, like rain slowly accumulating into a river.

Wang Yang's eyes lit up slightly, and there was a change.

After adding some charcoal to it, Wang Yang took the initiative to take the fan of the next shift and fanned it frantically.

As soon as it was burned, it burned for a whole day, and after a few rounds of manual changes, Wang Yang himself went up and fanned it three times.

As soon as it was replaced, he went to add charcoal, staring at the bricks with his eyes, and never left for a moment.

The bricks also lived up to expectations, and the surface turned dark red, perhaps dyed a little dark by the ashes of charcoal, not as bright red as the bricks I had seen.

He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, maybe because the temperature wasn't high enough, or maybe it was different from the clay used in modern times.

The others were tired for a day, and after a day, they simply stopped lighting the bonfire, and gathered here, carrying bone spurs from afar, skewered the meat, and sent it over for barbecue.

This method is obviously not a good way, and everyone is blown by the heat wave and wants to peel off their skin, as if it is not cool enough.

And the meat is not well roasted, the heat quickly devours the appearance of the meat and burns it, but the inside is not even hot, and the end is particularly speechless.

Wang Yingying roasted a piece of meat that was not bad and gave it to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang's face was black, his hands were also black, he felt itchy on his face from time to time, and he wiped it again, and he took it casually, his eyes never left the brick in front of him, and he chewed a few bites mechanically, added a few pieces of charcoal, and chewed a few bites.

Just looking at it, I knew that he was not in the mood to taste the taste, he was completely full for the sake of eating, the whole person was completely stunned, and on his black face, a pair of bloodshot eyes were motionless, his expression was focused, and he looked dull and stupid and cute.

No wonder Xiaohong always wants to kiss him, and they should kiss her cute appearance.

Thinking about it, she looked around vigilantly to see if any of the women who didn't know the spring were staring at him, and sat behind him, helping him catch lice while not letting anyone else disturb him.

She didn't know what Wang Yang was doing, but it was definitely something very important to the tribe.

After catching it for a while, she lay on Wang Yang's back and fell asleep.

The progress of burning bricks has not stopped, and it is impossible to stop, the adults stayed up all night, very tired, Wang Yang wanted to go up to fan them for a while, his body moved, and suddenly found Wang Yingying leaning on his back and sleeping.

She slept peacefully, felt Wang Yang's movements, and unconsciously tightened her arms and wrapped around him.

"Well...... Having a sister is trouble. Saying so, he didn't get rid of it, but adjusted his posture and continued to pay attention to the progress of the brick burning.

This brick burned for another day, Wang Yang never slept, and whenever his head was shaky, he slapped himself and muttered in his heart: "Take out the state of the college entrance examination!" ”

Those bricks did not change again in this whole day, and Wang Yang estimated that they might not change, so he asked everyone to stop fanning them.

Everyone was very tired, but they all took turns to rest, and Wang Yang, who was even more tired than them, did not close his eyes for two days and one night, and the expulsor couldn't help but bring him a bowl of water and ask him to sleep.

He glanced at the bricks at the last glance, thinking that the cooling was not so fast, and he couldn't try it no matter how eager he was, so he nodded and muttered: "Sleep, sleep." (To be continued......)