Looking at the fifteen pieces of white pottery neatly arranged in front of him, Hei Wa was filled with disappointment.
After inspection, none of the fifteen bowls, basins, jars, cups, etc. made from kaolin clay was up to standard. They were all white pottery.
Compared with the previous firing this time, he took a full day longer to bake, but the result was still disappointing as always.
Compared with the white pottery fired before, these things that have been fired for an extra day have no particularly obvious changes.
Wu, who was standing aside, saw Hei Wa's expression and came over to reach out and pat him on the shoulder.
"Don't be sad. It doesn't matter if our tribe uses pottery. It will take a long time. You can just burn it slowly."
Wu smiled and said to Hei Wa.
Since Huo Yi and Huo Er passed away, Wu naturally became the oldest person in the tribe.
Although Hei Wa has grown up and has several children, in Wu's eyes he is still a young man.
After hearing Wu's words, Hei Wa couldn't help but smile and nodded to Wu.
He was just a little disappointed after seeing the kaolin being fired into pottery again.
This kind of loss will not last long, and he will work up the energy to do it again.
After so many years, he may still be lacking in other things, but he does not lack this kind of tenacity at all.
If not for this, he would not have achieved what he has achieved today.
When Wu saw Hei Wa saying this, he nodded with satisfaction. He looked like a child who could be taught, and I looked very pleased.
After the kiln was opened, most of the Qingque tribe members who were here to witness the results dispersed.
They have other things to do and cannot stay here for long.
At this time of year, although there are no crops to tend to, there is still plenty of other work to do.
Collect firewood, store fuel for winter, spread accumulated manure on the ground, and do some clearing and plowing to prepare for spring plowing in the coming year.
Farming life is like this. No matter whether it is busy farming or slack farming, there is always endless work that needs to be done by people.
The women of the tribe were not idle either. Some collected food, some pounded millet in the river, and some made thin ropes out of the flax that had been peeled, washed and dried.
Prepare for subsequent weaving.
On the leeward side of the wall, a straw mat woven from millet poles was spread, on which were placed tanned furs, some linen cloth, needles and threads, knives, bronze thimbles, awls and other tools.
The skilled women of the tribe gathered here to sew clothes, hats, shoes and socks, stitch by stitch, in preparation for the coming cold weather.
Around them, there were some small movable cradles with tiny babies lying inside.
Some babies are sleeping soundly here, and the soft breathing points on the top of their heads move gently up and down with their breathing. Some babies have their dark eyes open, sucking their fingers and playing here.
The primitive woman who was holding a child and was named Yu by Han Cheng, who previously belonged to the One-Eyed Tribe and was holding a child, was also among those sewing clothes, hats and other things.
Even though Yu has a body that is as strong as a flower, he is as strong as a man, but he actually has a pair of dexterous hands.
Although she has not been a member of the Qingque Tribe for a long time, she is already able to do these tasks very well.
Not far from Yu's side, there was also a small cradle. The little baby that she had refused to let go of before and risked her life to protect was now lying in it.
"Wow wow wow~"
The sleeping little girl woke up from her sleep. She lay there with her dark eyes open and played by herself for a while. Before she saw her mother, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth without teeth and started talking loudly.
When he started crying, his legs kicked up and down.
The little guy's cry woke up several sleeping babies, so there was a lot of crying here.
Yu put down the awl and soft fur in his hand, stood up and picked up the crying little guy, then skillfully picked up the clothes on his body and started feeding the baby.
The other women who were doing needlework here also got up and started doing something similar to Yu.
Looking at the little girl greedily eating ready-made food in her arms, Yu had a smile on her face.
Compared with the previous time, the baby was completely bigger and had more flesh on his body.
This growth rate is comparable to that of soybeans soaked in water.
After feeding the child, Yu turned her head and looked around. Looking at everything around her, the smile on her face became even stronger.
The quiet, comfortable and prosperous life in front of her was something she had never dared to imagine before.
Without thinking too much, she knew that she really, really liked the life she was living now.
Holding the child in her arms, she once again lamented her good luck. If it hadn't been for that accident, she would never have been able to meet the tribe and live the life she has now!
After feeding the child, Yu put the baby back into the cradle, and she sat back down to continue what she had not yet finished.
The little baby who was full was very honest. He lay there without crying and played with his fingers.
When I was sewing clothes, I would look up at the little baby after sewing for a while, and the smile on my face never disappeared.
This kind of life now is what she is fascinated by and cherishes so much. If someone wants to destroy this kind of life and want to be detrimental to their Qingque tribe, she will definitely give them their best and can kill them without hesitation.
The pendant pierces the body of the person who wants to do this!
In the early winter afternoon when the snow has not yet fallen, the sun shines down and shines warmly, making everything look so quiet and fascinating.
Of course, Hei Wa, who was squatting beside the kiln with his head in his hands and looking at the kiln in a daze, would not be able to feel this kind of tranquility.
At this time, his mind was full of thoughts on how to bake things made of kaolin into the porcelain that the Son of God said.
Previous experiments have shown that extending the firing time is ineffective. What is fired in this way is still pottery, not porcelain as the Son of God said.
In other words, this method cannot increase the temperature mentioned by the Son of God.
Shenzi said that if the temperature in the kiln is not high enough, only white pottery can be produced from kaolin clay, but white porcelain cannot be produced.
Shenzi also mentioned how to raise the temperature before, but it was not very clear.
There are many ways to increase the temperature in the kiln mentioned by Shenzi, one of which is to change the fuel for burning the kiln.
Use fuel that has better combustion performance and can release more heat than firewood and charcoal to burn the kiln.
The Son of God also said that this kind of fuel is a black stone that can burn.
However, this magical black stone does not exist in our tribe.
Even if he told everyone in the tribe about this and asked them to pay more attention to it, he still found no trace of the black stone.
Apart from the black stone, the only thing left is how to make the fuel in the kiln burn more fully and release more heat.
When talking about this, Shenzi also used Feng Gulu as an example.
It is said that Feng Gulu blows air inside to make the fuel in the kiln burn more fully.
When building a kiln, holes are left under the fire place for ventilation. This is actually to allow the firewood inside to burn more fully.
As for why when the wind enters, the flame will increase and the fuel will burn more fully, Heiwa also asked at the time, but Heiwa did not understand Shenzi's answer very well.
'Air is made up of different gases, one of which is called oxygen. Oxygen can burn, so when you blow air into the stove with a wind grunt, the flame will burn vigorously.
Wind is moving air...'
Hei Wa once again recalled what Shen Zi once said, which sounded very enigmatic.
During this period, he did many things according to the instructions of the Son of God. For example, in order to increase the temperature and allow the fuel to burn more fully, he created a larger wind gulu to blow air into the stove.
Just as Shen Zi said, after replacing it with a larger Feng Gulu, the wind did increase and the flames burned more fiercely.
But what comes out is still white pottery.
Heiwa, who believed deeply in what Shenzi said, knew that this was not because Shenzi's approach was wrong, but because the air he sent into it was still too little, the firewood was not burned sufficiently, and the temperature in the kiln was not high enough.
Make Feng Gulu bigger?
Such thoughts appeared in Hei Wa's mind, but he quickly threw them aside.
Today's wind gulu is already big enough, and it is very difficult to rotate. If it is bigger, it will be difficult to use.
After thinking back and forth like this for a while, Hei Wa scratched his head in distress.
After a while, he began to dismantle the built kiln.
It was demolished and after some rest, construction started again.
During the construction process, he used his many years of experience in pan kilns and pan stoves to make the kiln as perfect as possible so that it can be fired better.
Unable to find a new type of fuel called 'coal', and unable to make a bigger and better Feng Gulu, Hei Wa could only work hard on the kiln and make fuss.
When it was getting dark, Heiwa once again built a kiln in its original position.
The material of the kiln is refractory bricks made by mixing the quartz stone and other things mentioned by Shenzi.
After reinstalling the kiln, Hei Wa couldn't wait to put firewood in it and light it.
After carefully watching the burning condition of the firewood, he took the firewood out, then reached out and removed some of the mud from some places in the kiln, and smeared some of it in some places.
After doing this, continue to put in the firewood to light the fire and watch the burning situation, then withdraw the firewood from the kiln again, and repeat the previous process.
After doing this again and again, Hei Wa finally stopped, feeling quite satisfied with what happened this time.
So he put more firewood into it and let it burn in the kiln, and he returned to the tribe with a few helpers...
Early the next morning, Heiwa, together with several people from the pottery workshop, took the clay embryos that had been made with kaolin clay and put them into the kiln that had been newly plated.
After the firewood Hei Wa put in before leaving yesterday, the inside of the newly installed kiln is already dry.
Place the pottery inside and seal the kiln, then light the fire and add high-quality charcoal to start the fire.
The rather small Feng Gulu was also turned around, sending gusts of wind into the kiln.
As they moved, the flames quickly began to burn.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Hei Wa felt that the flame this time was indeed bigger than the previous one. This rekindled his hope. He looked forward to getting something different from before after opening the kiln.
Get the results you want...
When Hei Wa and the others started to burn the kiln again, Shitou, as the next shaman of the tribe, was not idle either.
In the morning, he taught Chinese courses to the fifth and sixth grade students in the classroom, and took some time out to correct the homework of these students with a red pen.
After lunch and a short nap, Shitou put on his coat and went out with a notebook and charcoal pencils.
As the next shaman and a high-ranking member of the Qingque tribe, Shitou also owns one of the newly popular feathered clothes in the tribe this year because of Bai Xuemei.
However, unlike the people in the tribe who have feather coats, the way Shitou wears feather coats is particularly unique.
Others wear feather coats with the feathers facing in and the fabric facing out. In this way, the soft feathers are next to the clothes inside, making it extra warm when worn.
Shitou just did the opposite. He liked to wear the feather coat inside out so that the feathers sewn inside the clothes were exposed. Even though he knew that it would not be very warm to wear it like this, he still enjoyed it.
This caused the stone to appear completely wrapped in feathers from a distance, making it look like a bird-man...
But Shitou didn't care about this. He just dressed like this, and it seemed that he was wearing it like this. I don't know when, he suddenly had the ability of a bird and could fly into the sky.
Although I know that such a thing is unlikely to happen...
Shitou, who was wearing extremely cool clothes, left the tribe and walked eastward along the road for a while, then got off the main road and walked along the remaining field ridge towards the lower reaches of the river.
After walking for a while, we arrived at a place not far from the Retting Pond.
All the flax in the retting pond has been fished out, and even the water in it has been carried up to the fields by the hard-working Qingque tribesmen to fertilize the fields.
There are peeled hemp stalks piled on the ground nearby. After a while, these hemp stalks will be collected by the Qingque tribe and used as firewood for burning.
Shitou placed the notebook and charcoal pencils on the grass, took a stick with a hook from a short distance, and reached into the pool...
