I am a chief in a primitive tribe

The next morning, Mu Feng went to check on the situation in the tribe, and the toilet had been built and could be used.

In order to prevent the clansmen from getting confused, he erected one bamboo next to the men's toilet and two bamboos on the women's toilet, and ordered Lihu to notify him, and then he went back to see how the pottery was dry.

Before he reached the cave, he saw White Fang trotting at him and shouting, "Brother Mu Feng, Brother Mu Feng!"

"What's wrong?" Mu Feng wondered, "What's the matter?"

White Fang was panting, and she saw the waves of her chest rise and fall, her pretty face was flushed, her mouth was deflated, and she finally lowered her head and asked, "That...... How do I use the toilet?"

"What?" Mu Feng only felt that he had heard it wrong, and his head was a little dazed, and then he glanced at Bai Fang with extremely strange eyes, and found that she was too ashamed to do it.

Mu Feng only felt that his head was big, and he looked left and right at no one, so he hurriedly drew two pits on the ground, and then stood on them one by one, and said quickly: "That's it, step on one foot and squat, and then squat, I don't need to teach you the rest, right?"

"Hmm!" The sound of white teeth was like a gnat, his pretty face was crimson, and he ran away as if he was running for his life.

Mu Feng himself also felt a sense of shame welling up in his heart: "Damn, Lao Tzu teaches women how to go to the toilet, what to do!"

He lightly tested the touch with his hand.

"It was a day or two earlier than I expected, and it seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery is drying quickly. Mu Feng said to himself, "It seems that you have to put on some glaze, otherwise the skin of the fired pottery is not smooth, and it is easy to peel."

He thought about the knowledge that the master had taught him when he was making pottery, all kinds of high-grade glazes, and all kinds of glazing methods.

But one of the simplest glazes, and the easiest to obtain, is plant ash.

And the old master also told him that the enamel of plant ash is also high and low.

The gray matter is whitish, and it is the worst to appear light and fluttering, and the gray matter is gray or even dark gray, and it feels the best to feel a kind of stone powder in the hand.

Anything else might not be easy for him to find, but Ash couldn't be easier.

White Fang has just collected grass and ashes and sprinkled chicken coop enclosures, and there are still a lot left.

Mu Feng went directly to White Fang and asked for the grass ash to go back and deal with it himself.

Sieving glaze is the same as kneading soil, which requires fine as the best.

Mu Feng first poured a pile of ash on the ground, took a piece of bamboo and gently patted the ash, so that the ash sank to the bottom, and the top was a layer of floating ash.

The wooden wind blows gently, causing the floating ash to fly away and dust everywhere.

White Fang's hands fluttered, and his pretty face was full of puzzlement: "Brother Mu Feng, what are you doing with nothing?"

Mu Feng said apologetically: "I'm sorry, you'll find out later."

As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo slices and gently scraped off the large particles of gray matter on the remaining gray surface, and the remaining gray matter looked very fine.

At first glance, it looks like finely ground gray flour.

He picked up the previous gauze again, picked up the ashes and put them on the gauze, sifted them off little by little, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine plant ashes.

Looking at the light gray color and the precipitated grass and wood ash, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, you can only pick the general among the lame, it can be regarded as the best goods in the grass and wood ash!"

"Cripple, general?" White Fang was puzzled, blinking in his big eyes, "Brother Mu Feng, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "These ashes are useful!"

"What's the use?" White Fang was even more curious.

"I'm going to use it as an enamel and apply it to these pottery! In this case, the pottery will come out very bright and easy to use!" White

Fang was stunned for a moment, completely unable to understand what Mu Feng was saying.

Mu Feng looked at her with an interested but dazed look, couldn't help but want to laugh, shook his head, and continued the work in his hand.

The glaze method of plant ash has been used since ancient times, the ratio of ash and water is different, and the color of the pottery burned will be different, such as smoky gray, ink color, dark green and the like.

The most famous thing Mu Feng has ever heard of is "51 degrees of gray".

However, although he has learned about this, he is really a monk who is a monk halfway through the pottery, and he is really not good at it.

Fortunately, his requirements are not high, as long as the pottery can be used, it is good.

As for what color can be burned, it depends on the will of God.

Because there was a lot of ash sieved out, Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the lack of enamel on the pottery would affect the quality, so he directly mixed it in a muddy way.

After mixing for a long time, I felt that it was indeed a little thicker, so I had to add water and continue to stir.

Unexpectedly, his actions were very meaningful in the eyes of White Fang.

She watched Mu Feng muttering indistinctly, adding water and gesturing, and she was worried about Mu Feng for a while.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were full of distress.

But Mu Feng didn't notice this, he took a small pottery that was already yin, gently pinched it and turned around in the stone jar, and looked at it, the enamel on it was still relatively even.

"Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned, "Open the kiln!".