Chong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "I'll come, I'll come, young chief, you can sit on the side and teach me, I'll do it." ”

Lu smiled lightly and stepped aside: "Then you come, but I'm not sure which soil is better, you see we have three kinds of soil here: pure black clay, loess, and red soil, and I have to pinch a few bowls and pots to burn to see the effect, you first beat these soil evenly." ”

"Okay, what about the white ones?"

"Never mind that, it's not sticky. Lu paused slightly, "But I think this pure black clay and red clay are too sticky and too soft, can you add some white clay to it?"

"I think it's good. ”

"Then don't mix it, make some of it. ”

With the help of this strong man, Lu Qing was much more relaxed, and when she had dealt with the soil, she would start making pottery again.

In her previous life, when she was in junior high school, there was a classmate who opened a pottery room at home, and the other party invited her classmates to play in the store on her birthday, and she also went, and the pottery room was divided into two styles of pottery, one was more common with a wheel, a water tray, and an electric motor, and the other was more primitive and simple, with only wooden tables, wooden turntables, wooden rackets and other tools.

Lu Qingqing was not interested in pottery, and he didn't start playing at that time, so he watched his classmate's mother make a teapot little by little with that set of simple tools, and felt very powerful.

Looking back now, Lu Qing couldn't wait to go back to that time, and pulled his classmate's mother to ask her questions clearly from raw materials to post-firing.

I regret not being at the beginning.

But she had seen someone make a piece of pottery with her own eyes.

She dug up the processed soil and put it on a wooden plate, knocked it flat with a wooden hammer, knocked it into a roughly circular shape, and then used it as a base, then took a piece of mud, kneaded it into a long strip, and then flattened it, and used a small wooden knife to neatly cut a rectangle, and then surrounded it on a circular base......

Chongzheng happily pinched out the shape of a bowl, and when he turned his head, he saw Lu gently holding a tool and patting it.

Heavy:......

Look at the crooked and uneven clay bowl in his hand, and then look at the young chief's very powerful and professional appearance, and suddenly dislike himself.

Crying heavily and admiring his face: "Young chief, can you still play with mud like this?"

"Haha, I'll give it a try, you see this soil is too soft, it's not easy to form, you quickly add some white clay to the mud. ”

Lu lightly and heavily began to experiment, the ingredients of the soil, different shapes, Lu lightly also made the shape of tiles and cylinders bottomless sewers, of course, they did not forget to make a few bricks.

The finished products are marked with Arabic numerals, and then Lu gently splits the wooden board directly, and writes down the raw materials and ingredients corresponding to the numbers on it.

Then it's time to dry.

The weather is quite dry, so you should be able to dry it all day, right?

They waited for the stars and the moon, and when they came back the next day, there were several cracks!!

Lu lightly regretfully put a question mark on the corresponding number on the board, and then leaned over to examine it carefully, feeling that it was not done thoroughly enough.

To be on the safe side, the clay billets (let's just treat them as clay billets) are arranged in a circle on the ground, and a pyre pile is piled in the middle to dry.

These clay blanks are then carefully piled up in the open field, covered with a pyre, and then lit.

This pile of firewood burned for most of the day, and Lu Qing couldn't grasp the fire, so he and Zhong went around the fire, adding firewood from time to time, and stretched his neck to look in by the way.

"Young chief, when is it good? ”

"I don't know. ”

The two of them crouched by the fire, their faces flushed, and the rest of the people knew that they were burning pottery, and each of them felt that it was very important, and was careful not to make a movement, lest it disturb them.

Suddenly—

Burst.

"What's the sound?" Lu looked softly into the fire.

Shigeya followed with a puzzled expression.

After a while—

Syllable.

Lu lightly jumped up: "Burn, burn, burn!

The two of them hurriedly picked up the burning firewood with a slender wooden stick, revealing a pile of red clay inside.

Poof, pop......

There was also a clay billet cracking, and one was right in front of the two of them, and they watched as it cracked.

The two of them were agitated at the same time, and then covered their chests.

It's heart-wrenching.

There's no way to cool down.

The two looked at each other, sighed, and ran to the side to crouch down and wait for the cooldown.

The expressions are simply synchronized.

"No experience this time. ”

"Yes, next time I will know that it will not burn for so long. ”

"Or is it too much fire?"

"Maybe it's because it's not dry?"

Gotta take your time.

Knowing that the temperature had only completely dropped at night, Lu Qingqing and the two of them checked these guys by firelight, and there were a lot of broken ones, some of which were rough and deformed, but there were also several intact, and the quality was not bad, Lu Qingqing checked the number and put a five-pointed star on the side.

There are two clay bowls, which can be filled with water without pressure.

A curved tile made Lu lightly seem to see a whole piece of dark roof.

Two bricks, uh, are these clay bricks? It's too detailed, there are very few holes, one clay brick?

Then what surprised Lu Qingqing the most was that the bottomless thing of the cylinder was also burned out intact, originally this thing Lu Qingqing made of the mud ball that he thought was the best, and it really lived up to her expectations.

She seemed to see ...... A long, black, buried underwater road!

It's ecstasy.

She quickly summoned the wind and showed him such a strange thing.

"You mean, put this one by one in a string and bury it under the ground to drain it?" the wind looked at and looked, "Won't the water leak out?"

"Stupid, make one end bigger, make the other end smaller, can't you put it up? And then add a circle of base on the outside of the big head, which can increase the inclination and play a fixed role in the soil. If you're still worried about leakage between the two gaps, seal them with clay. Lu Qingqing was full of confidence anyway.

Feng thought about it, and his eyes lit up: "It seems that it can be, but how deep should this be buried underground?

Lu looked up at him lightly, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I find that you are thinking more and more thoughtfully, yes, I am not wrong." ”

Feng Jun's face couldn't help but blush.

Lu gently withdrew his hand and touched his chin: "Bury it shallowly, and then make a mark on the corresponding ground, so that people don't step on it, such as embedding two rows of stones on both sides, or planting two rows of flowers?"

Lu lightly clapped his hands: "Let's do it, you first let people dig out this sewer and leave it empty, and when the other constructions are all done, finally bury the sewer, and then burn this ...... Well, how should it be called, just call it the sewer It takes time, and secondly, so as not to accidentally step on it when people come and go during construction. ”

"Good. ”