Han Cheng lifted up the leather pants that were too soft and wrapped the leather around his body.
Although it is early summer, the weather in the morning is still a bit cold, so it is still necessary to do a good job of keeping warm and cold.
With my small body, I can naturally compare with the shirtless senior brother and others who are pounding soil.
As the weather became hotter and hotter day by day, Han Cheng also began to change the working hours of the Qingque tribe.
Compared with before, I had to get up earlier in the morning, wash up, and then start ramming soil and heightening the wall directly.
While these people were raising the wall, the people in the tribe who were responsible for cooking began to cook with the food taken out by the elder brother.
I will work for about an hour and then eat a ready-made meal.
In this way, you can not only suffer less from the heat, but also take more rest during meal time.
If you start working early in the morning, you will have more rest at noon. As the days gradually lengthen and the weather gets hotter, the rest time at noon will gradually extend.
Han Cheng is not Zhou Bapi who wakes up earlier than a chicken to crow in order to make the long-term workers work more. All he does is just to make the lives of himself and the tribe safer and more comfortable, without having to rush.
Too tight.
It is true that people need to move forward in this life, but they cannot just rush along. While rushing, they also need to occasionally stop and look at the scenery on the way. Otherwise, when they grow old, won't they feel regretful when they look back on their lives?
Anyway, Han Cheng has now returned to the primitive era. He no longer has to worry about the house, car, and wife all day long. He is overwhelmed and out of breath. There is nothing wrong with slowing down and living more leisurely. Man, why?
Is living alive or not?
Han Cheng, who had just looked down upon the busy future generations who hated having to sleep and not eat, with such an extremely leisurely attitude, his face soon fell. He found that he seemed to still need to run around for a house, a car, a wife, etc.
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The house is being built and the car is not used yet. There is no need to think about it for the time being. My wife... this is a big problem.
Thinking about these primitive women who were generally thick and thick, and then thinking about the more spectacular joyful gatherings, Han Cheng's face turned into a bitter gourd.
This is really a difficult problem. You can build it by yourself if you don’t have a house, and you can build it by yourself without a car, but your wife can’t build it by herself, right?
Even if he could go down and break off a rib, he wouldn't be able to give her Ferry's immortal energy...
Forget it, let’s put this matter aside for now and let’s worry about it later.
Han Cheng opened the top of his leather pants and looked at something that had not grown much in the past year. He sighed melancholy and had no choice but to put aside this problem that had troubled him for two lifetimes and would continue to trouble him.
He didn't hang around at the wall. The eldest brother and the others were already familiar with the matter of building the wall, and there was no need for him to give instructions.
Now, he was standing by the earthen kiln not far from the river, enjoying the joy of opening the kiln with Heiwa, preparing to use this to dilute some of the sadness in his heart.
Hei Wa has already become an expert in this. He walked to the earth kiln, stretched out his hands to touch the wall of the earth kiln and the ceramic plate covering it, then put his hands on the gaps to feel the temperature respectively, and then let
Together with him, the assistant lifted off the two pottery boards covering the earthen kiln and placed them flat out of the way.
Fine dust flew out of the kiln as the two pottery plates were lifted away.
Han Cheng stood aside and waited for a short while, then walked to the open kiln, stood on a stone and looked inside. He saw that the inside of the kiln was filled with black tiles densely packed together, most of which were in good condition.
No damage, only half of it is broken occasionally.
I don't know if these broken ones were heated unevenly or were put into the kiln before they were fully dried.
Hei Wa and his assistant came over and looked a little unhappy when they saw the broken tiles. After all, he had already regarded himself as the first pottery maker of the Qingque tribe. It had been a long time since he came to the earthen kiln to see the son of God.
, he finally came to see the kiln open today, but something like this happened, and he naturally felt that his face was a little dull.
Han Cheng smiled and praised Hei Wa for doing well, and then a smile bloomed on Hei Wa's face.
Han Cheng actually admired Hei Wa's attitude, because many technological advancements were achieved by craftsmen spending every penny and striving for excellence.
Han Cheng came out of the kiln with Hei Wa and his assistant. The tiles were not too big, fifteen centimeters long and between ten and twelve wide. One piece weighed about seven or eight taels. Han Cheng could hold more than ten tiles at a time.
Blocks are still available.
There is basically a layer of fine floating ash on the newly fired tiles. If you wipe it off with your hands, you can see the true color of the tiles. It is as black as the tribal pottery pots and smaller than the ones common in Han Cheng in later generations.
The color of the tiles should be heavier.
Some clay-fired pottery is red. Han Cheng has not encountered it yet. When everything is fine, you can ask Heiwa to search nearby to see if there is any. It would be a good thing to find such clay.
, you can prevent the color of the pottery in the tribe from being too monotonous.
As soon as Han Cheng raised his hand, a broken tile flew out, slid in the air for about ten meters, and then fell down, hitting the pile of broken pottery with several crisp sounds.
Became more broken.
Broken pottery can also be used. Crush it with stones. When making pottery again, mix it with the clay. This will make the pottery stronger and more durable during firing.
It's not easy to break either.
Han Cheng carried a pile of ten complete tiles to the tile pile not far away, stacked them with the previous tiles, and then walked to the earthen kiln to transport the tiles.
Some necessary labor still needs to be done, firstly, to exercise the body, and secondly, to prevent oneself from being too idle.
At the beginning, there were many tiles in the earthen kiln. Han Cheng stood on the stepping stones and could take out the tiles by himself.
As they moved, there were fewer and fewer tiles in the kiln, and Han Chenggong had no choice but to take over the tiles from Hei Wa or his assistant.
His body has not yet grown up, and even if he stands on the stepping stones, he cannot reach the tiles below.
If you force yourself, you may very well end up falling into the earthen kiln.
In the more than a year since he came here, Han Cheng has already accepted the fact that his arms and legs are small.
This kiln has been installed with more than 500 tiles. Now, there are almost more than 1,600 tiles fired. Han Cheng looked at this pile of tiles and thought about the upcoming construction of the house.
