I don't want to use it, I know who made the rumor, and it was deliberately spread, just after one morning, it has been spread to everyone, and there is only one channel, that is, the small set at the entrance of the village every morning.

It was a spontaneous market formed by three or four nearby villages, which was not large, selling fresh vegetables and the like, and as for needles and threads, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, they had to rely on the big market on the 15th day of the new year, or the merchants who walked the streets and alleys.

There are not many things sold, but it has become an occasion for village women and idlers to chat and gossip, but in these years, the transmission of information is slow, and one thing can often be talked about for ten days and half a month, until it is replaced by another new thing.

This rumor is very deadly, his body is a new widow, her husband died yesterday, and she accepted someone else's dowry today? And he did accept a bag of soybeans from Sister-in-law Osmanthus, and it was difficult to say what it was to verify, if it wasn't for the conversation between Sister-in-law Osmanthus and Zhu Liu's family later, he probably had to wonder if Sister-in-law Osmanthus had other purposes.

It is not an exaggeration to create such rumors and say that murder is punishable.

However, the villagers who knew her also told her that the words came from Zhu Liu's family, and everyone knew her personality and would not believe Yunyun.

Liu Jun walked all the way to the pottery kiln, his temples were all abrupt, and it was like a three-corpse god jumping.

Yes, no one will believe it now, but the rumor will become a fact if it is repeated a hundred times, and if there is no way to stop the spread of the rumor, he will not be able to wash it even if he jumps into the river in a few days, and it is more likely that he will be immersed in the river by the clan elders.

Even if he is not immersed in the pig cage, he can be pointed at by a fool for more than half a year. And for Liu Jun, such rumors are too much for him.

"Okay, you Zhu Liu, I originally thought you were pitiful, you can't have children and are pointed at, and the spicy point is used as a protective color, it's not a big deal to put my time, you can live well without marriage or barrenness, and if you don't want to worry about it, at most tear your stinky mouth. But if you spread such a vicious rumor, I won't just tear your stinky mouth apart, wait for me. ”

Liu Jun gritted his teeth and crushed thoughts, promising, Fujiang and Minzhu followed behind trembling, they could strongly feel Liu Jun's anger, which they had never felt before, and they all had a feeling in their hearts: their mother has changed.

With a plan in his heart, Liu Jun calmed down, checked his pottery kiln, and was immediately disappointed at a glance, what kind of fart kiln is this? It is a large earth bag, two meters high, one meter wide and three meters deep, brick-built, covered with soil, and there is a fire channel underground.

This is the most primitive earthen kiln, no wonder you have a kiln at home, and the family is still as poor as a ghost.

Liu Jun didn't know much about pottery, but he studied physics and chemistry, and knew that pottery and porcelain depended on temperature, and the higher the temperature, the more things could be burned.

And his knowledge of pottery mainly comes from pottery, every time he takes mud there to fabricate shapes, the teacher will talk about a lot of highly professional knowledge, listening to it and writing down a lot.

However, it is very difficult for Liu Jun, a novice who has played in the pottery bar for a few days, to rely on such an earthen kiln to fire high-value ceramics.

"Youwei, what do you usually do? Demonstrate it to my sister. Liu Jun said.

"Okay." Under the leadership of Li Youwei, Fujiang and Minzhu worked together, and the three of them played with mud.

Li Dashi's pottery kiln can only burn tiles, mud bricks and pottery, such as pots and pans and other household utensils.

The dried clay is crushed, impurities are picked out, and the water is kneaded into the corresponding shape, and then it is fired after drying.

While observing, he helped from time to time, and soon Liu Jun found several problems.

First of all, the clay was not delicate enough, he remembered that when he was in the pottery bar, the clay was sifted through a sieve, and it was pinched like flour. But now the clay on the ground is more like gravel, rice grains or the size of soybeans, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like qualified clay.

"Yes, is it okay for these clays to be so coarse? Doesn't the burned thing break? Liu Jun asked.

"Yes, bricks and pots can be used, but the bowl is not good, the bowl is too thin, and it is easy to leak from the sandhole. It's normal to be broken, anyway, when the kiln is burned, there is always a small half of it that is broken. "Li Youwei should arrive.

A small half? This attrition rate is too high, isn't it?

Liu Jun was shocked when he heard this, and then he was not sad but happy, because Li Dashi produced a kiln of pottery, and if the loss rate was 30 percent, as long as he solved the loss problem, wouldn't the income immediately increase by more than 30 percent?

"Can't you make them even thinner?" Liu Jun asked.

"It's okay to sift it, but it's too strenuous to usually do that." Li Youwei should arrive.

Liu Jun thought for a moment and asked, "Are there any bricks?" ”

Li Youwei took Liu Jun to the back of the scaffolding, where some brand-new mud bricks were piled up, but Liu Jun's eyes were immediately attracted by a bag of red powder placed on the brick pile: "This is ...... Cinnabar? ”

Cinnabar is cinnabar, which was used as a pigment and traditional Chinese medicine in ancient times, and was also added to cosmetics such as rouge lipstick, but when heated it will precipitate mercury, that is, mercury, and long-term contact will cause poisoning and cause various inexplicable diseases.

However, the ancients did not know the toxicity of mercury, so some traditional Chinese medicines would also add cinnabar or mercury.

However, in the case of no heating, the cinnabar is still quite safe, Liu Jun looked at it with joy, with this thing, the plan to punish Zhu Liu's and dispel the influence of rumors can cause a more sensational effect.

Late at night, Liu Jun quietly got up, carried a bucket of cinnabar blended paint, took a broom, slipped along the root of the wall to Zhu Liu's door, brushed the brush on the door and wrote a line of big characters with a broom, and took out a piece of something from his arms, glued some paint and pressed it on the door, like a stamp.

After all this, Liu Jun slipped back quietly, stuffed the broom and the bucket of paint into the stove, and burned it with a fire.