Heiwa placed the tile mold on a stone sprinkled with a layer of fine dry soil, then reached out and pulled out a fist-sized piece from the mixed clay piled in front of him.
After it is balled up in your hands, put it in the mold and press it with your palms to fill the entire mold with mud.
Then use a wooden stick that is also broken in the middle and push it back and forth several times to scrape off the excess clay to make the tiles look smoother and more even.
Heiwa stroked the wooden stick with his hand, put the scraped mud back on the mud pile, then dipped his hand in another clay pot filled with water, and began to wipe it back and forth with his hand.
The rough surface quickly became smooth.
Hei Wa picked up the mold and took the 'mud'-shaped tiles inside with him.
Because some dry soil has been sprinkled on the rocks below in advance, there will be no situation where the mud sticks to the rocks and cannot be lifted off.
After lifting the mold, he dipped his hands in water and smoothed the other side of the 'mud'.
Without him getting up, the person who was standing next to him carefully took the mold with the 'mud' in it from his hand, walked to a row of tree trunks five meters away, and carefully picked it up.
Lean on the edge.
After waiting for a while for the smooth layer of water on the outside of the 'mud' to dry, put the mold upright, tilt it and knock it, and the 'mud' will come out of the mold and fall onto the next one.
In the palm of your hand.
The 'clay piece' that appeared at this time was a flat thing, ignored it, dried it and fired it in the kiln. It was a small pottery plate, which was very different from the curved tiles that Han Cheng needed.
gap.
How to turn a flat ceramic plate into a curved tile, Han Cheng and Hei Wa spent a lot of effort. After many spirals of thinking-experiment-failure-think again-test again, etc.
After looping around, I finally found a solution.
This method is actually very simple, just find some tree trunks that are roughly the same thickness and relatively round, and place them not too far away from the kiln.
Put the flat piece of mud out of the mold on the tree trunk lying sideways on the ground. Wait for a long time before picking it up. The originally flat piece of mud will have curvature.
After the person who had done this smeared some dry soil foam on the tree trunk, he placed the 'mud piece' in his hand upright.
After checking that the 'mud piece' placed previously had become hard and would not lose its shape even when picked up, he carefully removed it from the trunk.
Lean against the tree trunk, facing the sun.
After doing this, take the mold back.
In order to improve efficiency, a total of ten molds for making tiles were made, so that after the assistant took away the molds with the clay pieces, Heiwa's time would not be wasted.
Because Han Cheng has already made the ruler, there is no need to worry that these molds will be different sizes.
Hei Wa made tiles here for a while. He looked up and saw that the fire under the kiln was a little dim, so he stood up, walked to the edge of the kiln, picked up a few arm-thick firewood from the firewood pile not far away, and added it to the firewood.
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The firewood under the kiln is not piled directly on the ground for burning, but is placed nearly half a meter away from the bottom of the kiln.
It is supported by wooden sticks covered with a thick layer of clay, so the firewood will not fall down.
When I first tried to build a kiln, there was no such layer, and the firewood was piled directly on the ground, but the flames could not meet the requirements.
After Han Cheng recalled the structure of his earthen stove, the kiln became what it is now.
After Heiwa added firewood to the kiln, he walked around to the edge of the kiln, used a wooden stick to pry one of the two pottery boards together a little to one side, and penetrated into the kiln through the cracked gap.
look.
The intense heat wave rushed directly to people's faces along the cracked cracks, and the temperature inside the kiln was a bit scary.
The inside was bright red, and the tile blanks made of clay had all turned into a somewhat dazzling 'bright yellow' under the continuous burning of the fire.
Hei Wa, who squinted his eyes slightly, nodded slightly when he saw this, and used a wooden stick to pry back the pried-off pottery board, completely covering the top of the earthen kiln.
After doing this, he added some wood to the overhead fire pit, and then returned to the stones to continue making tiles.
At this point, the kiln has been fired. All you need to do is let the firewood below burn out and cool down naturally. There is no need to worry about it anymore.
Han Cheng walked over and looked at the smoking earthen kiln, the Heiwa who was concentrating on making tiles, the various adobe bricks placed nearby, and the tiles worth more than a thousand yuan not far away.
A smile appeared on his face.
The heightening of the fence is almost completed, and it won't be long before we can start building houses. Living in a big tile-roofed house before winter comes is not a luxury!
Regarding building a house, Han Cheng's initial idea was to build a thatched house, similar to a deer enclosure. Later, he changed his mind and thought about it. It was used for witches to record things. Heiwa dolls of such a large size could be fired.
It shouldn't be a problem if there are many tiles on the small pottery board.
Compared with thatched houses, tile-roofed houses are undoubtedly more sturdy and beautiful.
However, because it is purely handmade, the output of tiles is not high.
Including mixing mud and other things, Hei Wa and his assistant can only make more than 100 yuan a day.
But over time, you can get a lot of tiles.
"Son of God."
Hei Wa looked up inadvertently and found that Han Cheng had come over at some time, so he stood up and saluted and called out.
Han Cheng smiled and waved to him, asking him to rest for a while before doing it again.
Hei Wa walked over obediently.
Han Cheng turned around and looked back. Not too far away was a tall wall. Someone was standing there, pounding it down with a wooden stick in his hand.
Because it was far away, I couldn't see the person's face clearly, and I could only see a very beautiful outline.
In the rapeseed field to the west of the courtyard wall, Tietou was cutting off the last handful of rapeseed with a stone sickle and placing it on the pile of rapeseed aside. He held the stone sickle in one hand and put his hand on his waist. He straightened up and looked at the empty rapeseed.
Tian, a smile appeared on his face.
The setting sun was setting in the west, dyeing half of the sky red.
The deer, which returned from eating grass, seemed to step out of the light with its group of people. It stretched its neck and called out "yo yo", and the sound made the dusk even more peaceful.
Not far away, only the remaining charcoal kiln was emitting wisps of green smoke.
Han Cheng placed the two clay tiles he was holding in a shed not far away. He straightened up and looked at the tribe, which was becoming more and more like human fireworks. A kind of indifferent joy enveloped his heart...
