I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

Millet and dogtail grass look very similar. Cheng Yang lived in the city in his previous life, and when he first saw millet in the countryside, he confused the two.

The fruit of millet is millet. He never expected that the southern tribes would be able to eat millet at this time.

Thinking that he was still eating fruits and game all day long, he suddenly felt that the mutton slices were not tasty. He really missed the old rice. If he couldn't get rice, it would be nice to get millet porridge.

The tribe can usually eat meat, and there is no shortage of fruits, but they are not as juicy and sweet as those of later generations. Most of the fruits are sour and dry, not only have little water, but also have many insect eyes, and they cannot satisfy the stomach much. effect.

Cheng Yang misses the rice and millet porridge of the past, but he also knows that before their tribe had to trade with others for even salt, and if they wanted to get some millet, they had to exchange it for something.

The most valuable things in the tribe today are the salt and mutton, and no matter which one it is, the tribe members are probably not willing to exchange it for millet.

Especially the elders of the clan, who themselves think that he has too many things. If they know that he is not used to eating dried meat and fruit and wants to change their taste, they will definitely blow their beards and stare.

It seems that in order to be able to eat well, you still have to rely on yourself.

"Chengyang, why did you call us here?"

"That's right, what are you doing with this mud?"

The few children who played close to Cheng Yang on weekdays were called over by him, and they looked at Cheng Yang playing with a pile of mud in puzzlement.

The defensive ditch in the tribe had been dug a few days ago, and there was still a large pile of excavated soil there, and Cheng Yang called these people to this place now.

Before, he asked the men in the tribe to build a simplified version of the cave for himself, but he hadn't tried it yet.

It just so happens that there is nothing to do now, so we can try to burn the kiln.

The main raw material of pottery is pottery clay, that is, clay, which is not uncommon, such as the high piles of soil in their tribe.

Before the clay is drawn, there is an important process, which is to practice the clay.

The so-called clay training is to mix the clay with water and knead and beat it repeatedly. During this process, it is necessary to remove all impurities in the clay and knead the clay finely. This is not easy Fried pottery.

This process must use a lot of strength. It is best to find an adult man, but you don't need to think about it. Before Cheng Yang can produce results, the tribe must draw young and middle-aged labor to accompany him to "play" Mud is definitely impossible.

Now he can only organize his own manpower and try to produce some finished products.

Considering that Meng and the others were not strong enough, Cheng Yang specially picked some loose soil when screening the clay, so that it would save effort when mixing the clay.

He handed over the work of practicing soil to Meng et al. He didn't take it easy, but tried to make molds.

In later generations, there are shops selling pottery crafts in many places, and even buyers can fabricate their favorite pottery by themselves, so this mold is not uncommon.But it is extremely difficult to manufacture.

Cheng Yang just roughly imitated one with wood, and its practicality is not far behind that of later generations.

There are very few tools now, and it took Cheng Yang a long time to make this mold, and the mold in Cheng Yang's hands only took shape when Meng and their training soil were finished.

Looking at the ugly mold in his hand, Cheng Yang couldn't bear to look directly at it, and thought to himself, as long as it works, it's fine.

Useful &*#!

Looking at the deformed Tao embryo again, no matter how good Cheng Yang's heart is, he couldn't help but want to explode, wanting to breathe out the fragrance!

He threw away the weak mold in his hand and decided to squeeze it with his hands.

Because it was an experimental product, Cheng Yang chose the simplest style, a pottery bowl with a round mouth and a big belly.

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In the depths of the dense forest, a man with green juice smeared on his face shuttled through the forest. Under the cover of bushes and leaves, he moved quickly and cautiously. If he didn't pay attention to observe, he didn't notice anyone passing by.

The man sprinted all the way, and almost encountered ferocious beasts. When passing their lairs, he dodged them lightly, and then traveled a short distance before stopping in front of a giant tree.

The giant tree is tall and straight, surrounded by thorns and vines, it seems seamless.

He gently circled behind the giant tree, pushed aside the vines, and a path suddenly appeared.

"Headman, the thin python is back!"

As he walked along, he gradually saw more men, all of whom had green juice on their faces. In the shade of trees, they seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment, making it difficult for people to notice.

Seeing him come back, someone immediately reported to a tall man.

"How about those northern tribes come out to look for food?"

This man was tall and burly, but he had a fierce look on his face, with a scar running through his right cheek.

The thin python shook his head strangely, "I went to check around, but I didn't find them."

According to the leader's plan, after the northern tribes have been robbed of their food, they will definitely go to the forest to hunt. At that time, they will find a way to drive the beasts in the depths, and these northern tribes will definitely be stronger. Big loss.

But he never expected that after squatting in the woods for so long, except for those people he met on the first day, before he had time to drive away the wild animals, he would never see them again.

Really strange.

The thin python thought for a moment, "Maybe they couldn't find their prey, so they just gave up and waited to die."

This idea is not impossible. There are few wild animals in the forest at this time, and most of them are preparing to spend the winter in the deep forest. Can the group of people not panic when they have no food, and they can't hunt prey, so they have to accept their fate and wait for death.

Lei Lie frowned, thinking about this matter, he hadn't met these people for so many days, he always felt very abnormal, he felt that things were not as simple as Xi Mang thought.

Hmph, no matter what is going on, he will never give up!

A ruthless look flashed in Lei Lie's eyes, he deliberately set up this trick, how could he allow it to fail.

Reaching out his hand to touch the scar on his face, Lei Lie's face was full of hatred. He has made so many contributions to the Xuanniao tribe. He is a warrior in the tribe. Unexpectedly, they chose Ji Wei as the leader. How could that guy compare Get him?

He is braver than Ji Wei, and he has made so many contributions to the tribe. He refuses to accept that those people don't choose him as leader!

Now he was actually exiled to this dense forest, and had to live by hiding in this cave every day.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated him, Lei Lie slammed into the tree trunk next to him in a circle, and the leaves fell to the ground.

He, Lei Lie, will return to the south one day. At that time, he will make those people regret it!

"Pass down the order, let's attack the northern tribes tonight and let them rectify."

Lei Lie used to be a warrior of the Xuanniao tribe, and he conquered a large number of tribesmen by force. Many people are willing to follow him in this exile, and the former exiles in the northern part of the dense forest are also taken under his command.

When he occupies the northern territory, he can lead these people out of the dense forest.

There are too many wild animals in the dense forest, even if there is this cave as a shelter, I feel very uneasy, it is better to occupy the northern territory.

Who told them that their strength is not as good as others, they deserve it if they can't hold their ground!

Shuofeng Tribe.

Cheng Yang shivered suddenly, and couldn't help muttering, it really is getting colder and colder these days, even the animal skin on his body can't resist the coldness, I'm really worried whether he can survive the winter.

Alas, he had already heard that, in previous years, there would be people in the tribe who were too weak to survive the winter.

It seems that he should eat more to keep his body strong before he can feel at ease.

"Cheng Yang, come and see!"

"Come here quickly, there is no explosion this time!"

"Oh, hurry up!"

Cheng Yang couldn't keep up his spirits. Two days had passed, even the leader and the others had dug up all the salt, and he hadn't fired a piece of pottery yet.

Because he didn't know the specific temperature for pottery to be formed, he had to experiment a little bit. He squeezed out so many pottery embryos, all of which were blown up during the firing process.

Some of them entered the cave not long before there was a sound, and some of them were already formed, but they split automatically after being taken out.

Watching them explode one by one, Cheng Yang felt a little numb.

Sure enough, practice is much more difficult than theory.

He only knows the general principles of pottery firing, and to implement it himself, many things have to be explored bit by bit by himself, which is much more difficult than imagined.

Seeing one pottery after another being blown to pieces, he wanted to take a break and adjust his mood. After all, he had failed so many times and he had to sort out his emotions. Going on like this would really dampen people's enthusiasm.

Unexpectedly, Meng and the others were very excited. No matter how many pieces were broken, they carefully put away those broken pottery pieces, as if cherishing them very much.

When building the cave dwelling, Cheng Yang specially asked the clansmen to leave a chimney, which can not only exhaust the smoke, but also be used to observe the condition of the pottery inside.

The few people didn't dislike the fire in the chimney, and they all wanted to see the situation inside from the mouth of the chimney. Cheng Yang was worried about whether the firewood inside would produce carbon monoxide, so he pulled them over to breathe fresh air from time to time, and was unanimously met by them. dislike.

Oh, it's so hard to be human.

Seeing them alive and kicking, Cheng Yang, who was disgusted, had to sit far away so as not to hinder them from seeing how pottery was made by firing.

Anxiously pulling Cheng Yang to the side of the cave, wanting him to open the blocked cave entrance.

Except for Cheng Yang, none of them dared to touch the cave, for fear of breaking the pottery inside.

The firewood in the cave has just been burned, and the temperature in the cave is very high. It will take a while before the things inside can be taken out.

Although this cave is small, it can hold a dozen pottery bowls at one time. Through the chimney, Cheng Yang can see that there are already a lot of fragments inside, but there are three more intact inside.

Could it be that these three firings were successful?Cheng Yang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help being a little nervous, looking forward to the three pottery bowls inside.

He forced himself to calm down, don't panic, maybe it will break when he goes out of the cave, the so-called the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, keep a normal mind, Cheng Yang prepares himself psychologically.

There was a pottery bowl before, which was cracked after leaving the cave. Cheng Yang was so angry that he wanted to grab the ground with his head, but he didn't dare to expect too much from the pottery bowls in the cave.

After a long time, gusts of cold wind blew, and the temperature of the cave gradually dropped. The cave was opened, and the pottery fragments inside were first taken out.

Cheng Yang carefully picked up a pottery bowl inside, held it in the palm of his hand, and moved it out little by little.

Cheng Yang's arm froze, and several cracks appeared on the ceramic bowl in his palm.

The pottery bowl shattered into pieces of pottery at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cheng Yang took a deep breath, wanting to kill his crow-mouthed self!

"Chengyang, these two seem to be intact!?"