I am a Primitive Man

　　Heiwa put the tile-making mold on the rock sprinkled with a layer of fine dry soil, and then stretched out his hand to pull a fist-sized piece from the reconciled clay piled in front of him.

　　 After putting it in his hand, he placed it in the mold and pressed it with his palm to fill the mold with mud.

　　 Then use a wooden stick that is also broken from the middle, and push it back and forth several times to scrape off the excess clay to make the tiles look more flat and even.

Heiwa stroked the wooden stick with her hand, put the scraped mud back on the mud pile, and then dipped it with her hand in another clay pot filled with water, and began to wipe it back and forth with her hands. The rough surface quickly becomes smooth.

　　 Heiwa picked up the mold, and even the ‘mud piece’-shaped tiles inside.

　　Because some dry soil was sprinkled on the stone below in advance, there will be no situation where the mud sticks to the stone and cannot be lifted.

　　 After lifting the mold, he dipped his hands in water to smooth the other side of the ‘mud piece’.

Without him getting up, the man standing by the side carefully took the mold with the'mud piece' from his hand, walked to a row of tree trunks placed five meters away, and took care of it. Leaning on the side.

Wait for a while, let the shiny water on the outside of the'mud piece' dries a bit, then erect the mold, tilt it for a knock, and the'mud piece' will come out of the mold and fall on the next In the palm of your hand.

The'mud piece' that appeared at this time was a flat thing, left unattended, dried in the sun, and burned in the kiln. It was a small pottery plate, which was quite different from the curved tiles that Han Cheng needed. gap.

How to turn the flat pottery plate into a curved tile, Han Cheng and Heiwa spent a lot of time, after thinking-experiment-failure-rethinking-re-trial and other spirals. After the cycle, a solution was finally found.

　　 This method is actually very simple to say, then find some round trunks of roughly the same thickness, and place them not too far from the kiln.

　　 Put the flat ‘mud piece’ from the mold on the tree trunk lying horizontally on the ground, wait a little while before picking it up, the original flat ‘mud piece’ has a curvature.

　　 After the attacker smeared some dry soil on the trunk, he put the ‘mud piece’ in his hand upright.

　　 After checking that the previously placed ‘mud piece’ has become hard and won’t lose shape even if it’s picked up, he carefully removed it from the trunk.

　　 leaned against the tree trunk, facing the sun.

　　 After finishing these, I took the mold back.

　　 In order to improve some efficiency, a total of ten molds were made for making tiles, so that after the assistant took away the mold with the mud pieces, it would not delay the black baby's time.

　　 Because Han Cheng has already made the rulers, there is no need to worry about the different sizes of these molds.

Heiwa made tiles here for a while, looked up to see that the fire under the kiln was a little dim, then stood up, walked to the side of the kiln, picked up a few arms-thick firewood from the firewood not far away and added it in. .

The firewood under the kiln was not stacked directly on the ground and burned, but nearly half a meter from the bottom of the kiln.

　　 There is a wooden stick covered with a thick layer of clay, so the firewood will not fall.

　　 When I first tried to build a kiln, there was no such thing. The firewood was also piled directly on the ground, but the flame did not meet the requirements.

　　 After Han Cheng recalled the structure of his earthen stove, the kiln became what it is now.

After Heiwa added firewood to the kiln, he went around from one side to the side of the kiln, and used a wooden stick to pry one of the two pottery plates facing each other a little bit, and went into the kiln through the cracked gap. Look.

　　 The forcing heat wave followed the cracks and rushed straight into the face, and the temperature in the kiln was a little frightening.

The inside of 　　 was red, and those tiles made of clay, all turned into a dazzling ‘bright yellow’ under the continuous burning of the fire.

　　 Heiwa, squinting his eyes, nodded slightly when he saw it, and then used a wooden stick to pry the opened pottery plate back again, completely covering the top of the earthen kiln.

　　 After finishing this, he added some wood to the overhead firepit, then returned to the stone and made tiles.

　　At this level, the kiln is already burned. Just let the following firewood burn out and cool down naturally, so you don’t have to worry about it anymore.

Han Cheng came over and looked at the smoking earthen kiln, and then at the black baby dedicated to the maker of tile, as well as the various adobes placed nearby, as well as more than a thousand tiles not far away. A smile appeared on his face.

　　 The heightening of the fence is almost complete. It will not be long before the house can be built. It is not a luxury to live in a large tiled house before winter comes!

Regarding building a house, Han Cheng’s first idea was to build a thatched house~www.wuxiaspot.com~ for the deer ring. Later, I thought about it. The big pottery black baby used to record things for witches can be fired It shouldn't be a problem to fire tiles that are much smaller than the pottery plate.

　　 Compared with thatched houses, tile houses are undoubtedly more robust and beautiful.

　　 However, the output of tile is not high because of pure hand-made.

　　 Adding things like Heni, Heiwa and his assistant can only make more than 100 yuan a day.

　　 But after accumulating time and time, you can get a lot of tiles.

　　 "The Son of God."

　　 Heiwa looked up inadvertently and found that Han Cheng didn't know when he came, so he stood up and gave a salute.

　　 Han Cheng smiled and waved to him, let him rest for a while before doing it.

　　 Heiwa came over obediently.

　　 Han Cheng turned around and looked back. Not too far away was the tall wall. Someone stood there and rammed it down with a wooden stick.

　　Because of being far away, I can't see the face of people lightly, only a very beautiful outline can be seen.

In the **** field on the west side of the courtyard wall, Tietou was cutting the last handful of rapeseed with a stone sickle, and placed it on the rapeseed pile beside him, holding the stone sickle in one hand and akimbo the waist, straightening up and looking at the empty rapeseed. Tian, ​​a smile appeared on his face.

　　 As the sun sets, half of the sky is dyed red.

　　 The uncle deer who came back from eating the grass, with his race as if stepping out of the light, he craned his neck and yelled ‘yoyo’, and the sound of the twilight was even more tranquil.

Not far from 　　, there was only a kiln with hot coals that was emitting green smoke.

　　 Han Cheng placed the two-tile mud embryo in his hand in a shed not far away, and straightened up and looked at the tribe, which was getting more and more humane, and a kind of indifferent joy enveloped him...