I am a chief in a primitive tribe

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

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

After eating "breakfast", he went to call Mingguang, Lihu, Baiya, Shuofeng and others.

He planned to teach these people later, so he didn't have to do these things himself, after all, there were so many people in one tribe, and he couldn't be busy alone.

Considering the size of the cave and the time of firing the kiln, Mu Feng planned to pick a few more commonly used and simple containers to "try his hand" first.

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

"Brother Mu Feng, what are you going to do here?" asked Bai Fang Tiantian.

"You'll find out later!" Mu Feng smiled, "You all look carefully, if you don't understand, ask me quickly, these things will be handed over to you in the future!"

"What I'm going to teach you today is pottery, which can be used to hold things, and can also be used to hold rice and stew

!" "But don't we have a stone pot now?" Bai Fang asked, his big eyes full of puzzlement, "It's still strong!"

Mu Feng shook his head with a smile: " But it's too heavy, and it's not convenient! I'll teach you how to make one that is lighter and can hold more things today!"

"Okay!" several people responded in unison, their faces full of anticipation.

"The first step in making pottery is to knead the clay into a mud ball, and the main technique when kneading the mud is to knead the bubbles in the mud to the greatest extent, so that the mud will be more compact. Otherwise, it is easy to crack when the pottery is burned.

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

This step is all too familiar to Mu Feng.

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

This is the favorite game of "falling and falling" in the red pond mud of rural children.

But anyone who has played knows that the technique and strength of kneading the mud are very important - this is one of the reasons why Mu Feng made pottery for the first time.

This once made the pottery master who taught him incredible, and bluntly said that he could fall into the mud to come out of such an experience.

But the difference is that the mud used by Mufeng to make pottery should be kneaded softer, so that it can be made well later.

Just kneading the mud and wood wind for more than an hour, and several people felt bored, so he started the second step of blank drawing.

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

This requires a high level of craftsmanship from the potters.

If it was placed in the previous life, only one machine was needed to draw the blank, and the person held the clay with one hand and was responsible for drawing the blank with the other hand.

But now he is a homemade earthen tool, and he has to find someone to help him turn the disc.

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

"Who's going to turn this disc for me?" Mu Feng said with a smile.

White Fang rushed to the front and smiled sweetly, "I'll come, I'll come!"

"Well, okay!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Try to turn as fast as possible and stay consistent." "

Okay!" White Fang squatted down, and quickly turned the wooden plate with both hands, while his good-looking eyes remained motionless to watch how Mu Feng pulled the blank.

I saw that Mu Feng first held his hands left and right, and gently placed them on the clay, and his posture remained unchanged.

As White Fang quickly turned the disc, an oval-shaped mud patch soon appeared between Mu Feng's hands.

"Ahh

Mu Feng smiled and tightened his hands slightly, further compressing the oval-shaped mud to make it firmer.

Then he held the clay with one hand, and the thumb of the other hand held the other four fingers in the air, with a distance of two or three centimeters between them, and the four fingers were inserted directly from the center of the clay, and then slowly retracted, squeezing out a little space in the center of the clay.

The rudiments of a container have appeared, and anyone can see that it can hold things.

Not only Bai Fang did this, but the others also watched with wide eyes as Mu Feng did it, for fear of missing every detail.

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

This was repeated repeatedly, and finally the mud became the shape of a clay pot, and Mu Feng smiled and said, "It's okay, White Fang!"

as he said that, he picked up the hair of the unknown beast that he had prepared earlier, grabbed the two ends with both hands, and pulled it through the place where the wooden plate met under the clay pot.

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

The rough embryo of the freshly made clay pot cannot be exposed to the sun, but can only be dried naturally, which is a practice that has not changed for many years.

After drying, it can be sharpened, glazed, colored, and finally fired.

However, for Mu Feng, now making pottery is for the convenience of use, there is no glazing with Caiyi, but the billet can not be saved, after all, some subtle protrusions on the clay pot still need to be trimmed.

This is not a big problem for Mu Feng, just wait for the natural shade to dry.