Chen Mo wanted to make salt on the stone slab, the idea was very simple, but it was very troublesome to operate.

The first slab was so heavy that it fell off and broke shortly after it was on the shelf. The second piece was too thick and burned for half a day, but the brine on it was still water, and it did not evaporate at all. The third piece is thin, light, but the wood is too close to the fire and it is baked.

When Chen Mo tried to erect the fourth stone slab, he found that there was no water.

After several failures in a row, He saw it in his eyes, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, for fear that Chen Mo wouldn't give him meat to eat if he laughed.

Chen Mo naturally saw He's small movements a long time ago, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and when he was able to barbecue, he halved He's share!

Eating roast chicken and looking at the stone salt mine, Chen Mo couldn't eat it right. Although I can fantasize, I haven't eaten salt for so long, and no matter how much I fantasize, I can't resist the temptation.

Forget it, let's go to the river after eating.

Chen Mo was roasting meat, the river was roasting the mud, he pinched the mud into the shape of a spearhead, Chen Mo was speechless for a while, no matter how strong the mud was, it was not as strong as a bone.

When the spearhead was baked, the river fart picked up a wooden pole and got some deerskin to tie it up. Chen Mo felt that something was wrong, what kind of mud could make He, a wild boy, so happy?

Chen Mo picked up the spear and flicked it with his fingers, the texture was very hard, it was not the mud in Chen Mo's memory, could it be that the mud in the primitive society was like this?

Or is this mud not ordinary mud? Chen Mo looked at it more carefully and made sure that it was not ordinary mud, and was a little suspicious that it was clay or clay.

Chen Mo had never seen clay and clay, even if these two things were placed in front of him, he didn't know them.

But he felt that if this thing was made into a mud pot, it might be able to withstand the high temperature.

Chen Mo picked up the deerskin, pointed at the spearhead, and said to the river: "Where did you get this mud?"

"River!" said the river stood up and said, "I, you, go." ”

Chen Mo handed the deerskin in his hand to He: "Wrap it in this, let's get more." ”

"Good!" River took the buckskin and nodded.

On the way, Chen Mo was very worried, and he didn't know if the mud could be used. Come to the river where you find the mud.

The two of them each dug a large bag of mud, and Chen Mo poured it with river water again, and couldn't wait to rush back to the cave.

He was curious about what Chen Mo was doing, but his intuition told him that what Chen Mo was doing was very powerful.

Chen Mo was patting the mud next to the fire in the shape of a frying pan, that is, after playing with the mud a few times when he was a child, he has never touched it again. When I was a child, a group of children peed and played with mud, and many post-80s generations played this.

Chen Mo's hands are very handicapped, so he can only make a pot by flattening the mud on the stone slab first, then pulling up the mud around him, and then making four noses, the first pot in the primitive society is about to appear in Chen Mo's hands, this is the first, and it is also an experiment, Chen Mo did it very casually, and it didn't take long to make it.

After the modeling was finished, Chen Mo felt that it was quite beautiful, and put the mud into the fire to roast, just now the river burned spears like this, it was also made of mud, Chen Mo didn't believe that it was not good to bake it like this, it would be too unreasonable, I am the protagonist!

There was a crackling and popping sound in the fire, the sound was not loud but continuous, and the sleeping saber-toothed tiger roared softly in dissatisfaction, and the river was dancing beside him and watched it very excitedly.

Chen Mo is embarrassed, is my posture wrong?

After baking for about ten minutes, Chen Mo couldn't wait to pull out the pot in the fire, looking really ugly, hoping not to live up to his hard work.

He looked at the magical pot made by Chen Mo curiously, and was very curious about the shape. After it cooled, Chen Mo picked it up lightly and looked at it carefully, and there were cracks at the bottom of the pot, which was very fine.

Can this be used? Chen Mo was not sure. Hanging it with deerskin, hanging it on a shelf, and pouring half a pot of water into it, Chen Mo wanted to try how the pot worked.

If the effect is very good, then Chen Mo has made an epoch-making invention. No, it's an epoch-making creation!

After burning for a while, in Chen Mo's full expectation, the pot leaked! The bottom cracked directly, and the water inside almost extinguished the fire. Chen Mo looked embarrassed with a capital letter.

Recalling some small mistakes in the details, Chen Mo made a pot again, first he put the mud on the flat stone slab, rolled it with a smooth stick bone, and tried to roll out the bubbles in the mud as much as possible. Then make the thickness of the bottom as evenly heated as possible. Then slowly bend the perimeter along the wall.

This time Chen Mo did it very carefully, Chen Mo muttered to himself, if he fails again this time, the labor and management will be roasted as pig's trotters!

After everything was done, Chen Mo used fire to enclose the slate, and slowly roasted the slate in the center and the mud pot on it. When the pot was roasted hard, Chen Mo gently pried the pot off the stone slab and then placed it in the center of the fire to roast.

This time the pot was perfectly cooked. When all the sides were baked, Chen Mo stuck a bone into the nose of the pot and set up the bottom of the pot.

Chen Mo wanted to laugh out loud, because the first pot in primitive society was made in his hands, and it was made by chance. Now there is no need to eat boring barbecue, Chen Mo can make soup if he wants to drink soup, and cook salt if he wants to eat salt.

He didn't know what Chen Mo was doing, so he touched it with his hand, it was very hot, and he quickly withdrew his hand. looked at Chen Mo with inquisitive eyes, hoping that Chen Mo could tell him what kind of artifact this was.

Chen Mo said proudly: "This, a century-making production! For food, with this treasure you can survive better!"

Why don't you make the salt first? Chen Mo saw that there was still a large piece of mud, so he simply burned the things he used and finished the work.

Burned a few bowls, a basin of water with the remaining mud. Chen Mo looked at the fruits of his labor and suddenly felt so proud!

What a good craft, how exquisite technology, looking at the primitive society, who else!

Boiling salt is very simple, but the process is a bit much, and now that he has the tools, Chen Mo ruthlessly tore off the large piece of jeans left with tears.

Grind the stone salt mineral powder, mix it with water, filter it, burn it dry, and deduct it.

It's still a little yellow, and Chen Mo doesn't dare to eat this kind of salt.

Obviously, the degree of filtration is not enough, so work filtration, Chen Mo tearfully took off the last jeans and filled them with charcoal.

He pointed to SpongeBob SquarePants on Chen Mo's underwear and asked, "Mo, God, you." ”

Chen Mo glanced at him: "This is the printing process, you don't understand." ”

When the brine is filtered three times on the charcoal, it looks clear. Chen Mo was already very tired at this time, why didn't he have a little brother, so he said to He, "You do it, according to my way." ”

The river felt very novel, and after filtering it six times in a row, the brine was already very clear. The impurities in it are almost filtered, even if there are any more impurities, they won't die, right?

Put it in the pot and boil dry, leaving a layer of white crystals at the bottom of the pot.