I thrived in the primitive tribe

The group returned to the tribe without a hitch and headed straight for the pottery kiln. Their hearts were filled with a longing to create pottery, as if they could already see their own creations being born in the kiln's roaring fire.

Upon arriving at the pottery kiln, everyone put down their wicker baskets and sat together. Lu Yao stood in the middle, holding a prepared piece of clay, and began to explain in detail the steps and techniques of making pottery. Her voice was clear, and she slowed down each movement so that everyone could understand.

Everyone in the venue listened attentively and watched intently, afraid of missing any important information.

Under Lu Yao's guidance, everyone got to work. They followed Lu Yao's example, adding water to the clay to soften it, shaping it into their desired forms, and then carefully refining the edges and details. Although they were a bit clumsy at first, with Lu Yao and the Great Shaman's patient guidance, they quickly got the hang of it.

Seeing everyone's focused and earnest faces, Lu Yao guided them in sharing their experiences and insights while creating their own creations, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Time seemed to slow down and stretch out at that moment, as everyone was immersed in their own creative world, forgetting the passage of time.

Finally, with everyone's efforts, one strangely shaped piece of pottery after another gradually took shape.

After the last member of the tribe finished processing their pottery, Lu Yao instructed everyone to place their own pottery into the kiln for firing. Lu Yao reiterated the precautions and steps for firing, ensuring everyone remembered them and successfully completed the process.

They placed firewood into the kiln and lit it. Lu Yao led the group away, and as the flames roared, the surrounding temperature gradually rose. Everyone gazed at the kiln before them, waiting quietly. Their hearts were filled with anticipation and excitement, as if they could already see their handcrafted pottery becoming even harder and more exquisite under the baptism of the flames.

As the firewood burned out, the flames waned from a blazing inferno to a gentle glow. The sun had already set, painting the sky with a golden hue, a color as exquisitely woven as a brocade, radiant and soft, utterly beautiful. The afterglow not only illuminated the earth but also softly caressed everyone's faces, adding a touch of poetry to this hard-working yet fulfilling day.

Inside the kiln, as the last flame gradually died out, as if nature were bidding a gentle farewell, the light inside was taken away, and the kiln instantly became dark, with only the faint starlight occasionally flickering from the ashes.

Lu Yao stood at the kiln entrance, her gaze fixed intently on the dark interior, feeling the temperature gradually drop, her heart filled with both anticipation and trepidation. She looked up at the sky; only a small part of the sun remained hanging on the horizon, as if secretly observing what the beastmen were doing.

“The flames inside the kiln have gone out,” Lu Yao’s voice reached everyone’s ears. “All that’s left is to wait. The temperature of the kiln needs to drop slowly on its own, which is a long and delicate process.”

She turned to look at her companions, whose faces were etched with exhaustion and anticipation. Along the way, they had shared the hardships and joys of kiln making; every step was a testament to their hard work and dedication. Now, all their efforts had been transformed into pottery in the kiln, awaiting its final test.

"Everyone, go back and pack up first. We'll have dinner in the square later, then go back to the cave for a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, we'll open the kiln and see if our pottery is successful."

After hearing Lu Yao's words, everyone looked at each other, their faces showing exhaustion. They turned back to Lu Yao, nodded, and replied, "Okay."

As night fell and the stars twinkled in the sky, the pottery kiln stood quietly. Lu Yao prayed in her heart, "Tomorrow, I must have many successes!"

After a long night of preparation, the air inside the kiln seemed filled with anticipation and mystery. The pottery had been dormant in the kiln for a long time, waiting for the morning light to awaken it, having been tempered by time.

As dawn broke, everyone, forgetting about lunch, gathered early at the pottery kiln with anticipation and nervousness, eager to be the first to see the pottery they had made.

Lu Yao walked to the ventilation shaft and peered inside, but it was dark and she couldn't see anything. She gave a helpless wry smile, walked to the kiln door, gently placed her hands on it, took a deep breath, gathered her strength, and slowly opened the door. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; everyone's eyes were focused on the kiln door, hoping that the pottery behind it would be successfully made.

As the kiln door gradually opened, sunlight rushed in, illuminating the scene inside. Lu Yao's heart raced again as she quickly approached the pottery. Some pieces had smooth surfaces and warm colors, while others had slight cracks.

Everyone eagerly rushed into the kiln, their chatter rising and falling, each person impatient to pick up their own piece, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation. However, Lu Yao hadn't started yet, for reasons unknown.

Seeing this, the others hesitated for a moment, unsure whether they should act immediately. It wasn't until Lu Yao carefully picked up her work that, as if pressing an invisible button, everyone reached out and picked up their own masterpieces to examine them closely.

"Oh dear, how did my pottery crack?" a frustrated voice rang out as a crack appeared in the middle of the pottery in his hand.

"Don't worry, it's probably because the clay wasn't made well. Just be more careful next time," the shaman said.

"Try it later. If there are no cracks in the lower half, you can continue to use it. If you want to fill it with soup, fill it only halfway, or use it to fill things without soup..." Lu Yao suggested.

The pottery makers chatted about their creations and the techniques they used. They then took their pottery out of the kiln, ready to fill it with water and test it. Most of the pottery was successful, but a small number cracked, perhaps due to uneven temperature or uneven clay thickness. Overall, the pottery firing was a complete success.

Upon hearing the news, the leader also arrived with his men, and laughed heartily as he looked at the pottery in everyone's hands.

"Lu Yao, you've succeeded! Our tribe will never lack pottery again..."

"Yes, Chief, our firing this time was very successful. Although some were damaged, most of them were fine, which is quite remarkable."

"Haha, with so many pottery pieces, it's amazing that not many were ruined during firing. Let's go try them out and see if they're usable."

We've been waiting for the leader to say that; everyone's been eager to try it out for ages.

The success of the pottery kiln has injected new hope into the lives of the tribe, and everyone's quality of life has reached a new level...