Lame was excited when he saw the fish in the river. After all, this was a turning point in his gloomy life.
Seeing Lame walking to the river with a branch and preparing to stab the fish inside, Han Cheng called out to this guy who was addicted to harpooning.
Han Cheng asked everyone to remove the grass within a circle of about one meter that he had drawn.
Then let Lame and Heiwa dig in the soil with the multi-purpose weapon they hold, which can be used for hunting and self-defense as well as for spearing fish--pointed tree sticks.
Pottery is different from porcelain. Pottery is not very particular about the soil used. Generally, soil that can only stick together can be fired into pottery.
This is also the main reason why among the excavated ancient civilizations, pottery is found all over the world, while further porcelain is only found in my country.
I have already seen the soil Hancheng here. It has good stickiness and can be used for making pottery.
The reason why he chose the location for making pottery beside a river instead of near a cave is because making pottery is not particular about the soil, but water is needed to mix the mud.
It was just too difficult to use the few bulky things in the tribe that could barely be seen as bowls and stone basins to collect water from the creek, and then transport them there to mix the mud.
A layer of soil was excavated. Han Cheng stopped limping and Hei Wa's movements, used leaves to carry water from the river several times and poured it on the lifted soil. Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he began to squat down and knead the soil.
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Lame and the seven students who followed him couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw this scene. They didn't understand that the Son of God called them out and solemnly asked them to watch on the side just to let him and others
Watch him play with mud?
Or is it that the Son of God wants to teach himself and others to play in the mud?
But, who hasn’t played with this mud before?
Whenever the weather is not cold and the heavy rain stops, digging in the mud outside the cave is their favorite thing to do.
Could it be said that the Son of God can still play with this mud in new ways?
Their minds were filled with doubts and confusion.
However, because Shenzi could often come up with some novel and useful things, they all respected Shenzi. Although they were confused, no one spoke out or showed disdain. Instead, they followed Shenzi's instructions.
He explained that he was watching the Son of God playing in the mud.
Of course, I don’t know whether I took it seriously or took it seriously.
Han Cheng ignored what they were thinking and kneaded the mud into lumps, then broke off a piece and kneaded it into a round cake with a diameter of ten centimeters.
The round cake was then placed on the stone flakes that they had picked up along the way. There was a layer of dry grass on top of the stone flakes to prevent the mud from sticking to the stone and making it impossible to remove it.
Then Han Cheng took the mud and rolled it into thin mud strips about half a centimeter thick. He circled upwards along the edge of the circular mud bottom on the stone chip, and finally stopped at a height of about five or six centimeters.
Down.
The people watching around the side looked at this small muddy thing with a big mouth, and they no longer looked down upon it as they did at the beginning.
When the Son of God called them here, it turned out that he was not just playing in the mud.
Han Cheng reorganized this thing that could barely be called a bowl to make it look more like a bowl.
Then he motioned to Heiwa to use leaves to bring some water to the river.
The reconciled mud had not been used up yet. Hei Wa was a little confused as to why Shenzi wanted water, but he still did it.
Han Cheng picked up some of the water held by Heiwa with his hands, poured it on the pottery embryo, and then carefully wiped it back and forth on the rough pottery embryo with his wet hands. With his movements, the original pottery embryo still had
The marks that were still obvious gradually became smaller and eventually smoothed out.
This is a delicate job that requires extra care, but even if he is careful, this is the first time Han Cheng has done this with his own hands. His hands are very raw, and sometimes a mark will be left if he is not careful.
But no matter what, after spending almost thirty minutes, a bowl of blanks still appeared in front of everyone.
Although the bottom of this bowl is larger, the mouth of the bowl is smaller, the left and right sides of the mouth of the bowl are not as high as usual, and it is flat and not round, it can still be called a bowl.
After all, this is in primitive times, so the requirements should not be so high.
"This is what I will give you today! We can use it to drink water, serve rice, and even boil eggs in the future..."
Han Shenzi, who had muddy hands, looked at the bowl and gave an impromptu speech. Of course, someone who had only studied Mandarin with him for about two months would not be able to understand everything Han Cheng said.
For example, "serve rice" or "boil eggs" they don't know what they mean.
However, they still understood the general meaning of the Son of God.
Even the lame who was most convinced of the Son of God couldn't help but widen his eyes. He really couldn't figure out how to use this weird-looking thing to hold water for drinking.
They are all made of mud. If they come into contact with water, won't they all break down?
Even if it's not bad, half of your mouth will be full of mud after one bite!
this……
How can something made of mud be used to hold water for eating?
Han Cheng, who was feeling a little excited, kept talking for a long time. When he turned around, he found that all these people looked at him and then at the pottery bowl blank with dull faces.
Han Cheng believed that if he hadn't been known as the Son of God and had done many miraculous things in the past, these guys would have looked more like fools.
"Whatever you are looking at, just do what I just said, now do it!"
Han Cheng, who couldn't hold back his dignity, sniffed, yelled in mock anger at everyone, and then continued to play with his own mud without anyone paying attention.
"Pfft"
I don’t know who couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing first, followed by a lot of ‘puff’ sounds.
These minors who have studied with Han Cheng for such a long time have never seen the Son of God, who has always been calm and seemingly omniscient, showing such embarrassment. After the laughter rang out, the rest of the people couldn't bear it.
The resident laughed along with him.
"A bunch of little bastards! Laugh at me now, but in a few days I will show you what this son of God can do."
Han Cheng muttered in his heart quite depressedly, and habitually touched his nose with his hand, but a piece of mud stuck to his nose.
The little bastards who saw this scene laughed even more happily, and even Lame was holding back laughter until his face turned red and his neck became thick.
It's a laugh, but the work that needs to be done still needs to be done. Since the Son of God wants them to do it, then they just have to do it.
It doesn't matter whether the mud can be used to drink water or not, what's important is that it's fun.
Especially today when I can see the embarrassment of the always mysterious and serious Son of God, no matter how much useless work I do, it is all worth it.
What's more, apart from learning the divine language and divine writings that the Son of God recently created, they really don't have anything serious to do.
