Chapter 812 The Pottery Age

Chapter 812 The Pottery Age

Yue Feng is not live broadcasting falconry. The interpretation of the skills in the details of the falconry training has reached the point of meticulousness, which is much better than those half-knowledge anchors who rely on gimmicks to impress the public.

"Drinking blood like hair, this is the most primitive, savage, and at the same time the most interesting place! It's fun!"

"Brother Feng is so good! It turns out that there is a truth in every small movement! I suddenly feel enlightened!"

"Upstairs enlightenment +1, I also have this feeling! It seems to see the essence through the phenomenon, and the way of thinking about the problem is suddenly impacted and changed!"

"I can't continue fighting if I'm full, right? I've been out for so long today, so I should go back and get some rest! From the beginning to the end, Brother Feng didn't even have to drink his saliva. It hurts to see it!"

Seeing that the water friends noticed that he kept licking his lips, Yue Feng's heart warmed up again.

In fact, I have been out all morning, and I have not drank a sip of water, and I am already extremely thirsty. But without a water bottle container, there is no way. The little water carried by the wet cotton cloth in the backpack can barely replenish Xiaobai's consumption, and it is definitely far from enough for people to drink.

Yue Feng licked his lips again habitually, and said, "I'm really thirsty, let's go back! Xiaobai will definitely not be able to continue working when he's full! Back at the camp, I'll study and see what I can use to make a water cup!"

After the official hunting, you can relax a little bit for Xiaobai’s daily raising. A full-fledged raptor is generally more honest, and needs to keep shaking its crop up and down to press the food to the digestive organs behind it! "

As he was walking here, the pine pole in Yue Feng's left hand habitually poked on the ground.

This is the position next to a fist-sized stone, which should be moderately soft and hard when poked on it, but for some reason, it was directly poked into it by more than 20 centimeters, so Yue Feng almost lost his footing.

Pulling out the pine pole, Yue Feng took a casual look, seeing the soil under the pine pole, Yue Feng's curiosity immediately flourished.

The soil in other places is black, but the soil here is red. Yue Feng squatted down and twisted it with his hands, and the soil quality was obviously different.

Compared with the soil used to bake the simple water storage pots before, these soils are obviously stickier, and the texture is just like the clay dug in the sandy soil by the river when I was a child.

When firing pottery pots before, Yue Feng was actually not very satisfied with the soil. It may be a problem with the composition. The crude pottery produced by firing is very loose, has no strength, and is easy to break. It's not that Yue Feng has never thought about making small water cups and other daily utensils, but the material is not good, the small objects are too thin, and he has been busy working on many pieces but failed to make them.

Now that I have found soil with better performance, and I am troubled by the inability to carry water, isn’t it just when I want to doze off that someone gives me a pillow?

"Brothers, look! I seem to have gained something new!" Yue Feng said excitedly, pinching the red mud in his hand.

"Did you find the opening of the prey?"

"What is it? A hole dug by a mouse?"

Everyone's attention was focused on the small hole where Yue Feng almost fell just now, and they didn't keep up with Yue Feng's jumping thinking.

Yue Feng shook his head: "It doesn't matter what the prey is. What I want everyone to see is the soil here. It's red, and its properties are somewhat similar to clay! Let's dig some back and see if we can burn some daily utensils such as water cups. !"

"Fuck! It seems to be really red!"

"I study geology. Red soil is generally rich in iron ions. This type of soil is more suitable for firing utensils than ordinary black soil. The humus content in black soil is too high, and its strength and structure are affected!"

Yue Feng: "Then don't rush to leave. Let's dig some red soil and bring it back to try it out. If it works, come back and dig with a shovel!"

While talking, Yue Feng had already entered the fighting state, put a hat on Xiaobai, put it on the stone beside him, then squatted down and dug the soil frantically with a saber, and put it directly into the backpack.

After working for a long time, I continued on my way, and when I returned to the camp, it was already one o'clock at noon.

After unloading the equipment and the harvest, and tying Xiaobai to the eagle bar, Yue Feng began to study the soil while nibbling on the jerky.

It is still the same routine as before, fully crushing, picking out impurities, and then adding water and mud.

Only at the step of He Ni, Yue Feng knew that there was definitely something to be done! These soils feel very viscous after being wet, and the rough embryos are pinched very thin by hand, and the structure will not be damaged!

After working for a while, Yue Feng frowned. Since the soil is usable, it would be a bit of a chore to squeeze it by hand. If you want stoneware to be neat and beautiful, you need a manual turntable for drawing embryos!

This was not a problem for Yue Feng, after a brief study, he went out with an ax on his shoulder.

After wandering around in the woods for a while, I found the thickest pine tree, cut it down regardless of the situation, and took the thicker section at the bottom and dragged it back to the camp.

There are basic axes and sabers, and it is only a matter of time to deal with the details. Yue Feng spent half an afternoon thinking about it, and then he made the wooden embryo-drawing turntable!

At the bottom is a flat stone, on which a trimmed wooden plate is placed. The bottom of the wooden plate is sharpened to reduce friction, and some animal grease is applied to lubricate it. With the left hand exerting force on the edge, the wooden plate slowly rotates.

Constantly fine-tuning the structural balance, and finally tidied up the workbench barely!

The next step is much simpler, mix the mud, put it on the wooden tray for drawing embryos and try it out.

After comparing the water texture of the mud embryos, Yue Feng quickly pulled out the mud embryos one by one.

Previously, the crude pottery pots for water storage made by stacking mud strips can only be regarded as the level of primary school students. This wooden platform and mud embryos were pulled out by hand, which once again surprised the lively audience.

This is a huge step forward from the primitive state, directly to the age of pottery!

With the basic plate, it is a matter of time to obtain suitable utensils. Except for the time for eating, Yue Feng has been trying non-stop under the camera.

Fail, start over, sum up and learn from experience, keep trying,

With more and more experience, the rough embryos made by manually pulling embryos also look more and more decent. After the sky was completely dark at night, seven or eight mud embryos with relatively complete structures and practical shapes had been placed beside Yue Feng.

The large bowl with a shallow mouth and the water cup already have the appearance of five-tenths of daily porcelain. After the water is gradually dried and fired, if it is not cracked or broken, it can be used to hold rice, vegetables or even water. It was much more convenient to be close to a small field pot before.

The whole afternoon, Xiaobai was squatted on the bar with his hat on, but he was very honest after eating. After a whole afternoon of digestion, the food in the crop had been pressed into the lower crop for further digestion.

Seeing himself busy all afternoon with half the night's harvest, Yue Feng was very satisfied. He washed his hands, put on the rabbit leather sleeves, and continued to raise the frame until after eleven o'clock in the evening, then closed the door to rest!