I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Because there was something in his heart, Mu Feng got up early.

He boiled the eggs himself, and it took a lot of effort to eat them, and said bitterly: "When I make the clay pots, I will throw away all these stone pots!"

After the "breakfast" was finished, he went to call Mingguang, Lihu, Baiya, Shuofeng and others.

After he plans to teach these people, he doesn't need to do this anymore. After all, there are so many people in a tribe, and he can't be busy alone.

Taking into account the size of the cave dwelling and the time of firing the kiln, Mufeng plans to "try out" some of the more commonly used and simple containers first.

After several people came to Mu Feng's cave, they all looked at Mu Feng curiously, knowing that he was going to do something new, and they were all looking forward to it.

"Brother Mufeng, what are you going to do?" Baiya Tiantian asked.

"You'll know in a while!" Mu Feng smiled, "You all look carefully, and if you don't understand, ask me quickly. These things will be taught to you in the future!"

"Today I am going to teach you to make pottery, which can be used to hold things, and can also be used to serve rice and stew!"

"But don't we have a stone jar now?" White Fang asked, with puzzled eyes in his big eyes, "It's still strong!"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "But it's too heavy and inconvenient! I will teach you today to make a lighter one that can hold more things!"

"Okay!" Several people responded in unison, looking forward to it.

"The first step in making pottery is to knead the clay into a dough. When kneading the mud, the main method is to knead out all the bubbles in the mud as much as possible, so that the mud will be firmer. Otherwise, it will be easier to burn the pottery. split."

As Mu Feng said, he took out some yellow clay, poured it on the prepared bluestone slab, poured some water, and began to rub it repeatedly.

This step is very familiar to Mu Feng.

When he was a child, he would often dig red pond mud, repeatedly rubbing and beating it to make a small bowl-shaped thing, with a thin bottom, put it in the palm of his hand, then lift it high, and then the mouth of the bowl. When you fell down hard against the ground, you would hear a very crisp "pop" sound.

This is the favorite game of Hongtang mud "Falling Wawa" for rural children.

Anyone who has played with it knows that the technique and strength of rubbing mud are very important-this is also one of the reasons why Mu Feng made pottery for the first time.

This time, the pottery master Fu who taught him was unbelievable, and he said that he can also be thrown out of the experience of throwing mud.

But the difference is that Mufeng needs to knead the clay to make pottery softer, so that it can be easily made later.

Just rubbing the mud and wood wind for more than an hour, and seeing a few people felt dull, he started the second step of drawing.

The so-called drawing is to put the kneaded clay on the drawing tool for shaping.

This places high demands on the craftsmanship of the potter.

If it is placed in the previous life, only one drawing machine is needed. People hold the clay with one hand, and the other hand is responsible for drawing.

But at the moment his drawing is a self-made soil tool, and he has to find someone to help turn the disc.

Fortunately, there are many people in front of me, and there is no shortage of labor.

"Who will turn this disc for me?" Mu Feng said with a smile.

White Fang leaped forward happily, and said with a sweet smile: "I'll come, I'll come!"

"Well, good!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Try to spin faster and stay consistent."

"Okay!" White Fang squatted down, flipped the wooden plate with both hands and turned it quickly, and at the same time, his beautiful eyes were motionless watching Mu Feng's roughing.

I saw Mu Feng first vacillated his left and right hands, gently placed it on the clay, keeping his posture unchanged.

As the white tooth quickly turned the disc, an oval clay body appeared between Mu Feng's hands.

"Ah!" Baiya opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help exclaiming when he saw such a magical scene for the first time.

Mu Feng smiled, tightening his hands slightly, and further compressed the oval clay body to make it firmer.

Then he held the clay with one hand, the thumb of the other hand was held empty with the other four fingers, two or three centimeters apart, and the four fingers were inserted directly in the center of the clay, and then slowly gathered and squeezed in the center of the clay. Make a little room.

The prototype of a container has appeared, and anyone can see that this thing can hold things.

This time not only White Fang, others also opened their eyes to see how Mu Feng did it, for fear of missing every detail.

Mu Feng smiled slightly, slowly narrowing the distance between his thumb and four fingers, and constantly thinning the walls of the clay pot that had just begun to take shape.

After so many times, the mud body finally turned into a clay pot, Mu Feng smiled and said, "It's okay, Bai Fang!"

As he said, he picked up the hair of an unknowing beast that he had prepared before, grabbed the two ends with both hands, and pulled it from the place where the bottom of the clay pot intersects the wooden plate.

Then he gently picked up the shaped clay pot and placed it in the shade near the cave.

The crude embryos of the freshly made clay pots cannot be exposed to the sun and can only be dried naturally in the shade. This is a practice that has not been changed for many years.

After drying in the shade, the billet can be sharpened, glazed, colored, and finally fired.

But for Mufeng, pottery is now made for inconvenience. There is no such thing as glazing. Follow the color, but the greens cannot be saved. After all, some of the subtle protrusions on the pots still need to be trimmed.

This is not a big problem for Mufeng, just wait for it to dry naturally.

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