Chapter 29: The clay kiln is opened, and the pottery is made
The sun reveals a face that quickly changes from big to small, making people very envious of how quickly it can get rid of the big face and become a small face, successfully slimming down the face.
The breeze blew gently, the mist floated, and in the still cold morning, the birds that had risen early to catch insects sang happily, and a group of primitive people walked out of the opened cave.
Today was a rare day. They had been looking forward to it for three days. They didn't even eat the food they usually craved most. They left the cave together and walked along the path in the forest to the river.
go.
Han Cheng, who looks calm on the outside, is also very excited on the inside. In addition to being excited about the upcoming pottery, he is also worried that the pottery firing this time will not be successful. If this is the case, it will be a bit embarrassing in front of everyone.
It was precisely because of this deep understanding that Han Chengcai realized the correctness of the phrase "move behind the scenes."
The mud on the earthen bags by the river has long dried, and some smoke is still spreading out from some small cracks.
Looking at the semicircular mound on the ground that was still smoking, Han Cheng suddenly remembered a saying from later generations - green smoke is rising from the ancestral graves.
The scene in front of me is so fitting!
He thought a little amusingly, and stretched out his hand to touch the dried mud, feeling the temperature. The temperature was quite high, and it burned his hands a little.
I lay on the ground and looked inside through the small hole. It was red inside.
This is a sign that the fire has not burned out yet.
"no."
Han Cheng resisted the urge to open the clay kiln now, glanced at the expectant crowd, and slowly shook his head.
Everyone who had been looking forward to it for several days couldn't help but be disappointed when they heard the news, and their disappointment was palpable.
"Go back to eat and come back after eating."
Han Cheng also wanted to see the results, and seeing everyone so disappointed, he thought about it and gave a time period.
Hearing him mention eating, many people remembered that they had not eaten yet, and then they felt hungry and their stomachs growled in response.
Although everyone was a little reluctant to leave, they still went back to eat after Han Cheng suggested that Wu Fa speak.
A few little guys who participated in the entire process of pottery making came to the end of the line, turning back three times every step.
Compared to others, they have higher expectations for this matter.
Breakfast was prepared at an unprecedented speed, well, it was still a small barbecue.
A big gold chain, a small watch, three small barbecue meals a day, Han Cheng now lives half of this kind of life.
I don’t have a big gold chain or a watch, but I eat a small barbecue every day, just two meals.
Han Cheng, who was given food orders every day, couldn't keep his mouth shut, so now, he often couldn't finish the food given to him by his senior brother. In the end, he imitated the witch and gave it to the little primitive people in the cave.
These little primitive people were a little confused by what Shenzi did. They didn't understand why Shenzi didn't like eating such delicious food.
They had to stuff their stomachs with whatever food they were given, even if they were full.
The people in the tribe, except for Wu and Han Cheng, all eat very quickly, and they ate even faster this morning.
While everyone was waiting, Wu finished the last bite of meat, and Han Cheng gave the remaining half of the food to Xiaomei, Xiaoli, the twin sisters Hua and Xing, whom he had not given to them several times before.
Everyone left the cave again and headed to the river.
As before, Han Cheng stretched out his hand and touched it for a while. The temperature dropped slightly compared with before. It seemed that the fire inside was almost ready.
Looking at the expectant crowd, Han Cheng, who had long wanted to know the result, decided not to wait any longer, because according to his memory, burning for such a long time should be enough!
He took a wooden stick from the lame man next to him, and then knocked it against the dried mud shell.
The previous mud has become a little hard after being roasted for the past few days, and the sound when knocked on the stick is a little crisp.
However, because the firewood below had been burned and empty, it was not very strong, so Han Cheng knocked out a hole with two sticks.
Burning heat mixed with burned grass ashes gushes out from the breach. Han Cheng ducked back and prepared to knock again, but heard some crisp 'click' sounds coming from inside.
It's not the sound of falling mud shells.
Han Cheng's heart sank. The pottery must have cracked!
He sniffed, walked forward, looked through the hole, and saw a pottery that had been broken into pieces...
It's a bad start.
Before the clay kiln could be sunk and opened, cracked pottery was first seen.
There is no way, it is the first time to make pottery and I have no experience, so some damage is really unavoidable.
Han Cheng comforted himself like this, and then went to crack the mud shell.
The fragments of mud shells fell off, and the soot and smoke dispersed in all directions. From time to time, one or two "clicks" sounded different from other sounds.
Whenever such a sound was heard, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but twitch, especially after seeing the two-eared clay pot he made cracked, he felt even more distressed.
The mud shell was all broken open, revealing the scene inside. There was a piece of pottery sitting among the ashes.
It's just that compared to when they were first put in, they have changed drastically.
Not only did the color turn to black, but it itself turned into something like stone!
It feels warm and hot and has the hardness of a stone, but it is not as heavy as a stone. When you knock it with your hand, a slightly crisp sound comes out.
This amazing change even amazed the most knowledgeable shaman and the most knowledgeable senior brother in the tribe!
As for the children who had participated in the production with Han Cheng from the beginning, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.
They took these intact or broken pottery, knocked and touched it and studied it non-stop. In addition to being puzzled, they looked at Han Cheng's eyes with sincere admiration!
These people, who had never seen pottery before, were stunned by this miraculous transformation after witnessing the transformation of mud into pottery.
In particular, Wu picked up a bowl, poured out the grass ashes, went to the river and scooped out a bowl of water, which confirmed what Han Cheng said could be used to hold water without breaking, and the lightness of the small bowl was
After filling more water than the bulky "stone bowl" in their cave, his eyes widened in surprise.
This is a miracle!
Only God can know such an amazing way!
"Son of God!"
The witch put down the pottery bowl in his hand, put his hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully to Han Cheng.
Other people who imitated the witches and went to the river to scoop water with pottery vessels also came back one after another, put down the pottery in their hands, followed the witches, and imitated the witches. They all saluted Han Cheng and praised: "Son of God."
