Just after the last dinner, Xiaoxi began the process of collecting food again, and she dried ten animal skin bags of dried bamboo shoots.

She and Changfeng took a few of the remaining families to a trip, where cotton wool was picked last year, and one family picked more than 100 catties of cotton wool back, which was enough to keep warm in the snow season this year.

In the process of collecting materials, I had more contact with the males of Ah Hong's family to know why their brothers were east, south, and north, but only one west was missing.

It turned out that it was because Xi went to fight the beast as an adult, accidentally injured his bones, fell disabled, and died of illness and depression in the following days.

Now the males of the Ah Hong family, the more they go out with Xiaoxi to collect supplies for the snow season, the more confident they are in spending the snow season here.

They also want to thank their own family A Hong for her persistence, if she hadn't eaten for two meals, they wouldn't feel sorry for their partner and chose to stay.

In fact, the orcs are not very willing to travel long distances to the sacred mountain to spend the snow season, but they have no way to stay in their original place of residence to spend the snow season.

Now that the big witch doctor of Xiaoxi taught them the fire kang on the plate, the smoked animal meat, the charcoal that was burned, and the various foods that he took them to collect, and now they even have warm cotton wool, and they are still afraid of the cold snow season.

Changfeng also went to the place where he picked eggplant peppers last year, and picked back five bags of eggplant peppers from there.

The brook was going to dry them and bring them to the last big bazaar with a roast spice packet, to exchange them for salt with the orcs from the seaside.

Xiaoxi is going to come back in exchange for more salt, and wait for the frost season to make some bacon, so that they can have different flavors of animal meat to eat after the snow season.

She has been thinking about how she can have some vegetables to eat during the snow season, even if there are no fresh vegetables, pickled vegetables.

Xiaoxi has always wanted to pickle some sour bamboo shoots, but she has never had a suitable container and boiled rice soup to use.

Looking at the radishes that are almost ripe in the valley, the wild vegetables are not pickled in jars, how to deal with these things when the time comes, and they can't eat them all at once after transplanting so much.

On this day, Xiaoxi looked at the kiln where they were burning charcoal, and Changfeng stood aside and watched for a while, not knowing what she was looking at.

The firewood and charcoal that their family collected this year may not be burned in a snow season, but why does Xiaoxi still look at the charcoal-making kiln like that?

Changfeng couldn't figure it out, so he walked up to Xiaoxi and took her in his arms and asked, "What do you see the fire kiln doing?" The charcoal at home is enough to burn in the snow season this year. ”

Xiaoxi leaned his head on his chest in Changfeng's arms, and said softly: "It's not to burn charcoal, I see that the kiln you built at that time is quite large, see if we can use this kiln to burn the pottery, so that we can use the fired jar to pickle pickles and save them for the snow season to eat." ”

Changfeng was also interested in what kind of pottery Xiaoxi said to burn, he knew that every time Xiaoxi came up with something very practical, what kind of surprise it could bring them this time, he was looking forward to it.

Xiaoxi and Changfeng had lived here for so long, and they knew where the clay was, so with the mentality of giving it a try, the two went to the river to dig up the red clay, and then went to the col to dig some black clay.

Although Xiaoxi spent money to pinch the crooked ceramic clay tires a few times when she was traveling in the handicraft ceramics shop in her previous life, and also listened to the shopkeeper talk about some theoretical knowledge of pottery, but now she really doesn't have the ability to make good pottery products.

Fortunately, there is no need to do any pottery boutiques, as long as she can use her when she burns them, she will be satisfied.

After digging up the clay, I didn't know what to do because of the long wind, and only Xiaoxi was kneading the mud alone.

Xiaoxi recalls that according to the pottery order mentioned by the owner of the pottery shop, the purpose of kneading the mud is to empty the bubbles in the soil and make the mud more compact.

At that time, the boss seemed to say that if this process was missing, it was easy to contain bubbles in the green body, and the green body was easy to crack and deform when it was dried and fired.

The creek kneaded the mud vigorously, and Changfeng saw that the head of the creek was tired and sweaty, so he followed behind and began to knead the creek's technique.

Qing Cang walked out of the cave with the little candy in his arms, and looked at the two people of this size in surprise, still playing in the mud under the big tree.

How old are these two people still playing this, even Xiao Fengyuan is so old, it's not uncommon to play.

The slap in the face came so quickly, Qing Cang had just finished thinking about it, and Xiao Fengyuan, who came back from outside, saw Changfeng and Xiaoxi kneading the mud, and happily ran over to join the ranks of playing with the mud.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Qingcang's mouth twitching when he was standing on the platform in front of the cave, what kind of hobby is this, such a big person, and he likes to play with mud like a little cub.

Qing Cang no longer looked at these childish ghosts playing with mud, turned around and went into the cave, and went to make food for the little candy.

Xiaoxi didn't see Qing Cang's disdainful eyes, but when he told him at this time, he didn't understand either, so it was better to make him withdraw his disdainful eyes when he was ready.

After the clay is kneaded, the creek begins, making the blank, making the blank is also called pulling the blank, after the mud is kneaded, you can start to make the blank, according to the final shape of the body to make the roughly corresponding body, for the later printing of the blank.

Xiaoxi put the kneading large and small jars and the rough blanks of the jars in the cave, and placed them diagonally on a board, not upright, for fear of cracking at the bottom.

Since it was the first time that the creek was not sure that it could be fired, I didn't do much, and only made five and a half large jars and two larger furnaces.

This kind of furnace is what she had seen in her last life when she was traveling in an ancient city called Baozili in the north, (this kind of furnace is not fictional in reality) if this kind of furnace can be fired this time, then they can be warmer during the snow season here.

Xiao Fengyuan took a crooked mud blank he had pinched and ran to the stream, "Sister, look at what I pinched, wait until tomorrow when you burn that pottery, put this in and burn it, okay." ”

Xiaoxi smiled and nodded, and took it and put it together with the mud she had pinched, "Of course you can." ”

Xiao Fengyuan smiled happily when he heard that Xiaoxi was willing to pinch the mud for him to fire.

Changfeng walked over and glanced at Xiao Fengyuan, who was silly and happy, and pulled the stream out of the cave, "Tired, go wash it, just go to lie down on the kang and rest, I'll wash some fruits for you to eat." ”

After kneading the mud for so long, and kneading the mud, Xiaoxi's two arms were now soft and had no strength at all, so he listened to Changfeng's words, washed his hands and face, and returned to the kang to rest.

By the time the long wind had returned from washing the fruit from the spring pool at the corner of the valley, the brook was already asleep in a daze.

Changfeng came in and saw Xiaoxi like this, but he didn't wake her up, and he retreated lightly.

Little Candy hadn't seen her father beast for a long time, and now she saw Changfeng holding the fruit to her, and she opened her arms happily to ask Changfeng to hug her.

Qing Cang, who was taken away from his attention, stretched out his hand and scratched the nose of the little candy, "Little conscienceless, I just finished feeding you the bird egg custard, and at this moment, I turned around and didn't recognize anyone." ”

Xiaoxi slept until dinner in the evening, when he was woken up by the long wind.

Maybe he was really tired, but after eating, after a walk around after dinner, Xiaoxi yawned again and went to the kang, and fell asleep after a while.

Changfeng saw that Xiaoxi was tired like this, so he brought warm water and took a cloth towel, gently wiped her face, and washed Xiaoxi's feet by the way.

The next day, after the brook got up and finished eating, the dried body was trimmed so that the body was evenly knotted around it......

Then put it in the kiln and start firing, about a day and night, and when it can be out of the kiln, only one of the five jars burned is intact, and the remaining four jars and two furnaces have different degrees of cracking and deformation.

There is also one that is intact and not deformed, that is, the thing that Xiao Fengyuan pinched crookedly.

The little guy was happy to see that his pinching was not burned.

Although Xiaoxi was disappointed when the first firing was unsuccessful, Xiaoxi was not discouraged, and after her unremitting efforts and experiments, finally on the fifth time, a kiln was fired with 70% or 80% integrity.

Xiaoxi is already very satisfied with being able to burn like this, after all, he is not a professional potter, and it is impossible for him to break a kiln of complete and beautiful pottery.

From the very beginning, she pursued practicality, not a fine vessel.

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