The hooked wooden stick plunges into the water and hooks the bamboo soaked in it.

With force on the rock arm, the bamboo soaked in it was pulled to float on the water.

The water that had been clarified became a little muddy with this movement of the stone. At the same time, the smell sealed in the water began to radiate towards the surroundings, filling the air.

The bamboo that grows on the ground looks very beautiful, but after soaking in water for a period of time, it will become the same as the hemp that has been mashed, and it will be very flavorful.

But this kind of taste stone does not care.

He was able to pick up big dung in the field with people from the tribe, clean up pigpens, deer pens, sheep pens, etc., and hold the dung scoop together with the iron head to treat the Yuanxi tribe by accidentally eating the Kaolin people. Haven't seen the big scene? To him, such a thing is nothing but drizzle.

After pulling the bamboo up and floating a little, the stone squatted down and watched carefully the bamboo that the **** child had already soaked in the water before he went south.

After being soaked in water for such a long time, the color of these bamboos has long since changed, no longer what they were before.

The whole body became black and black, and there were some slippery rust on the surface.

After watching the stone carefully for a while, he stretched out a hand and squeezed the bamboo. It was a little soft and some things had rotted away. However, combined with his previous paper-making experience, this level of bamboo obviously still cannot be used Papermaking.

Stone sighed. It seems that it is impossible to use this material to make the kind of paper suitable for writing that the **** child said as soon as possible, at least it was impossible to make it a year ago.

As the weather gets colder, these things will rot more slowly.

Such things were not told to him by the son of God, but they were summed up by him during the years of papermaking.

As for why it was like this, the stone couldn't understand it.

Before the son of God had left the main tribe for Jinguan City, Shishi once asked the son of God why.

The **** child said this was because when the weather was hot, the water became hot, and the temperature was just right, which was very suitable for the growth of some invisible bugs called bacteria by the **** child.

It is precisely because of these little bugs that they continue to gnaw at them, the things on the surface of the hemp skin soaked in the water slowly disappear, and the bamboo soaked in the water will slowly decompose.

Such an answer made Shishi dare not drink water for a while, and always felt that one bite would drink countless bugs into his stomach.

This is not drinking water, but drinking insect soup!

Of course, this was not what he feared the most. What frightened him the most was that the worms that were drunk would gnaw at him as if they gnawed sackcloth.

Hard things like hemp and bamboo poles can't help the gnawing of these little insects, and he is far less hard than these things, and even more can't restrain the gnawing of these little insects.

It wasn't until the son of God said that drinking boiled water wouldn't matter, and the thirsty stone finally thirst to death before being eaten by the imaginary bug.

After this, after slowly learning more about these little bugs from the son of God, Stone finally slowly let go of the fear and worry in his heart.

And because of this, I became very interested in the little bugs that the **** son said. When something was all right, I wanted to lie on the water and watch, and wanted to see the countless bugs that the **** son said.

It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, water is still water, no different from the previous time, which makes the stone very distressed.

Knowing his distress, the **** child said to him that he needs tools to see these, which is to use something cleaner and more transparent than ice to make a tool called a microscope.

Something that is cleaner and clearer than ice and will not melt. I have never seen a stone, but he firmly believes that there must be such a thing in this world, just as he firmly believes that there are creatures like cows in this world. ...

How to make such a tool that can see the small bugs in the water, Shenzi also briefly said, but it sounds too complicated, even though he tried hard to memorize it and wrote it in a small notebook. When I think about it, I still don't remember clearly.

This matter can't be remembered clearly, and the rest of the matter can be remembered particularly firmly.

For example, when the son of God talked to himself about small bugs, he mentioned that the heat can accelerate the spread of odor.

At that time, the son of God also made a vivid metaphor of the Maokeng in summer.

Thinking of this, Shishi couldn't help but admire the Son of God. He only discovered a little bit of things, but the Son of God could notice so many things that he and others had never noticed before. And by the way, summarize the rules...

This is the son of God! Even going to the toilet can get something special...

After the stone checked these things carefully, he loosened his hands and let the bamboos soak in the water again, then got up and walked to the second next pool, again sticking out the sticks, and repeating the previous thing.

The stone was done very carefully. The microscope and other things are still out of reach, but making paper with bamboo is something that can be done now.

After taking a careful look at the bamboo in the six ponds, the stone put the hooked stick back to its original position, walked to the small river, and carefully washed the palm of his hand with clean river water. When I got my hands dry, I picked up the small notebook and charcoal pen that were there, wrote the date on it, and wrote down their status in turn.

After finishing this, staying here for a while, the stone took these things and walked back to the tribe...

The sealed kiln was opened by Heiwa once again. Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Heiwa stretched out her hand, took out a white utensil from it, and couldn't wait to watch it.

He just glanced around, and Heiwa's heart beat violently.

It's not the same as the white pottery fired before. This time, the top of the utensils fired with kaolin looks a lot smoother, with a faintly shiny feeling.

This is a situation that has never happened before. This utensil in his hand looks a bit like the porcelain that the **** child said!

This scene was not only seen by Heiwa, but also by people who were closer here. Some people even shouted excitedly: "Porcelain! Porcelain!"

Hearing such a shout, the face of Heiwa who was holding this different device turned red from excitement.

Fortunately, after so many years, his whole person has become more stable.

After being excited for a while, his sanity began to slowly return.

He placed this utensil made from kaolin in front of his eyes and observed carefully, and found that although it was quite different from the previous white pottery, it did not seem to be porcelain.

Because it is quite different from the porcelain that the **** child once described.

After looking at it for a while, Heiwa started playing the device with his fingers.

The voice did sound better than ordinary pottery, but it was still urn, not as crisp as the **** son said.

After confirming that this is still not porcelain, Heiwa was a little bit lost, but this loss was not strong, and was quickly replaced by a strong joy and energy.

Now that I have made such a big change in this appliance, I will definitely be able to burn out the porcelain that the **** child said in the future!

However, it is not easy for many things to go further, and the more difficult it is at the end.

For example, the black baby has been fired out of half porcelain.

In the following time, he fired it several times and tried every means to make various changes. However, this last step could not be broken anyway.

No matter how it is fired and the length of time it takes, the best result is still half porcelain.

Such things make Heiwa very distressed, so that there is a tendency to incarnate into an ascetic male god.

For many nights, I didn't sing a minor tune with Zhuang again.

Not only that, but the whole person always seemed unwilling. When eating, the chopsticks fell on the ground, and I used a single chopstick to pull it in my mouth several times, which realized that one chopstick was missing.

For example, at this time, I picked up the lid on the small tank to scoop water, and after the water was scooped, I put the lid on the small tank on the large tank.

Put the small lid on the big tank, except that the lid will fall into the tank, nothing else will happen.

The little lid fell into the big tank, and the wind blew up from the big tank, blowing Heiwa's hair.

Heiwa was stunned while holding a small basin of Heiwa, only then did he realize that he did something wrong again.

Put the small basin in your hand aside, bend down and reach out to take the lid of the small tank from the inside of the big tank.

Fortunately, there is no water in the big tank, otherwise the lid of this small tank will get wet.

Of course, if the big tank is filled with water, the lid of this small tank will not fall into the big tank.

Because the tank with water is covered with a lid.

When Heiwa was about to take out the lid of the small tank from the big tank, his hand touched the edge of the tank, so the lid fell into the big tank again, and the wind rose from the big tank and hit the black baby. His face is cold.

Heiwa, who was about to reach out and take out the lid on the small tank again, was stunned again, and immediately showed some Mingwu expression on his face.

He quickly bent over again, stretched out his hand, picked up the lid and took it outside.

With a sound that was not too loud, the lid that had just been picked up fell into the big tank again.

The only difference from the previous two drops is that this time Heiwa did it on purpose.

As the lid of the pot fell, some wind rose again from the big tank and blew on Heiwa's face.

Heiwa is like a child who has found a fun toy, constantly picking up the small cylinder head and throwing it into the big cylinder.

The temperature at this time is already relatively low, and the wind rising from the big tank is a bit cold on her face, but Heiwa doesn’t care about it at all, and she is still doing it happily, with a thick face on her face. Smile.

Because he seemed to have found something very amazing, and it was related to the porcelain he had been thinking about!

After playing the game of throwing the tank cover for a while, the smiling black baby put the cover on the small tank, and even the small basin for water was not needed, so he jumped out from here, and then the smoke billowed all the way. The killing reached the pottery workshop.

After coming to the pottery workshop, he couldn't wait to start making mud, and at the same time he couldn't help thinking about the inspiration he just got...

Among the surprised eyes of everyone in the pottery workshop, a mud embryo gradually took shape in Heiwa's hands.

This thing looks a lot like a big tank.

However, unlike the big tank, this cylindrical mud embryo has no bottom.

And it's not like a big tank with a big bottom and a big belly. It's the thickness of the top and bottom, and the whole is a hollow cylinder.

Faced with the puzzled eyes of everyone, Heiwa, who was very satisfied after enjoying his work, did not say much, but continued to make things with the good clay.

What he made this time was even more strange.

It's just a big round cake made with clay.

When doing this, Heiwa was very serious ~ lightnovelpub.net~ holding the stick that was measured on the cylindrical mud embryo, and couldn't hold back the measurement.

At the end, Heiwa thought for a while, and made a round hole with a stick in the middle of the big round cake.

For these two shapes that are strange, but not very complicated, Heiwa takes a lot of attention.

After the two are successfully shaped, I set a fire to bake the two. This is the rhythm of wanting to bake the two things as quickly as possible, and then put them in the kiln to burn the pottery... …

"Wow..."

Seeing the big round cake that was shattered in front of her eyes and was pushed and pulled with a stick installed in the middle, Heiwa couldn't help but imitated the look of a god, and sniffed.

Heiwa didn't feel distressed at all about the fragmentation of this hard-fired ceramic big round cake.

The main reason is that this thing is too heavy, pushing and pulling is extremely laborious, and it has not achieved the result that I want.

Move the broken ceramic big round cake aside with his feet, Heiwa went to find his spouse Zhuang, and wanted Zhuang to sew a pot cover for him, and put it into the cylinder for push and pull. , So as to generate greater wind.

Zhuang is very dissatisfied with Heiwa's performance during this period, so his attitude towards Heiwa is not very good, and he is not very enthusiastic about what Heiwa said.

After living for so many years at one time, what has been familiar to each other can no longer be familiar. Heiwa naturally knows what her spouse is thinking.

There is no need for Zhuang to say anything, he is already very knowledgeable and enthusiastic to work.

After a lot of hard work, she was as tall and strong as a kitten, and she was obedient to Heiwa. Without saying that Heiwa, she was very happy to make pot lids...

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