I am a primitive

Early the next morning, the older female primitives left Jinguan City with the exchanged items and returned along the way they came.

Among them, the older female primitive and the other three carried a kind-hearted Qingque tribe on their shoulders, which was generously presented to them.

On the wooden hooks of the poles are hung precious pottery tightly bound with thick straw ropes twisted from straw.

The older female primitive people looked back from time to time as they walked forward, looking a little reluctant.

Living here in the mysterious Qingque tribe is really comfortable. They are kind and have enough food to keep them full.

Before leaving, Mao exchanged some news with the older female primitives in his own way, about the exchange and the unknown tribe.

Compared with the past, the communication between the two has become smoother and tacit...

After the older female primitive people left, Han Cheng and others continued their previous work, and then opened up paddy fields to prepare for the next year's cultivation.

After working here with the copper shovel for a while, Han Cheng straightened his back, took a rest while holding the copper shovel handle with his hand, and looked at the direction where the older female primitives left.

It's not that after the older female primitives left, Han Cheng began to regret the reserved behavior he made last night, but thought about the news about that unknown tribe that also had bronze and other things.

This time, the older female primitives did not bring news about the tribe, because they never encountered it.

The tribe they went to exchange, in the latest time, that tribe did not go to exchange.

Take this matter slowly.

After Han Cheng thought about it for a while, he also took a rest for a while. Dang Lian spit on the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands vigorously, and then held the smooth wooden handle of the copper shovel and continued to work.

The wooden handle, which was slippery and not easy to hold, immediately became more frictional when it encountered saliva, making it easier to use...

The weather is getting colder day by day, and the leaves of the apricot, peach and other fruit trees here in the Qingque main tribe have all withered, leaving only bare branches.

Looking around, only the bamboo forest and a dozen pine tree seedlings transplanted from Tongfu Inn are still green, but the color of the leaves has become darker.

Most of the fields developed around the tribe are bare. Only the fields planted with rape, a crop that can survive the winter, do not look so monotonous and desolate.

Heiwa and some other people stayed here near the brick kiln on the outskirts of the tribe.

These people are mainly people in pottery workshops.

In front of them, there is a kiln with a smaller size than a brick kiln.

This kind of kiln with a simple structure is relatively common in the Qingque tribe, and this kind of kiln is basically used for firing pottery in the tribe.

Hei Wa stretched out her hand and touched the kiln wall for a while without feeling any temperature. Then she took a small book and looked at the date written on it. After thinking about it, she decided to start the kiln.

Without letting others do it, he opened the kiln by himself.

With the opening of the kiln, fine dust flew up from the inside, but Hei Wa ignored the flying dust, and immediately squinted his eyes to look inside the opened kiln.

There was white color leaking from the opened kiln mouth, Hei Wa's heart couldn't help beating wildly.

He took a deep breath to calm down the turbulent mood a little bit, and reached out to the kiln mouth to feel the temperature again. There was no burning wave, only a slightly higher temperature than outside.

Dang Li stretched out his hand to reach inside, touched the white utensil next to it, and took it out of it more carefully.

After Hei Wa reached out to take it out from inside, the onlookers all turned their attention to this tool in unison.

Including Wu and Big Brother, the two giants of the Qingque tribe.

This is an ordinary bowl.

However, the big difference from the ubiquitous bowls of the Qingque tribe is that this bowl that Heiwa just took out of the kiln is all white, which looks extremely unique.

This is fired from kaolin clay.

In fact, some of this kind of white utensils have already appeared in the Qingque tribe.

Since the people of the Xi tribe ate kaolin by mistake, they were cured by the enthusiastic Tietou and other Qingque tribes with dung ladles, and learned from the wise son of God that this white clay can be fired better than pottery. After the more beautiful porcelain, Hei Wa, who likes to make pottery, is already trying to use this white soil, which Shenzi called kaolin, to fire porcelain.

All the white pottery that the tribe currently owns is a by-product of Heiwa's groping for firing porcelain during this period of time.

Holding this white utensil in his hand, Hei Wa's eyes fell on it impatiently.

But soon, this look full of anticipation turned into disappointment again, and the excited mood also turned into disappointment.

After watching this for a while, he didn't quite give up, so he bent his fingers and bounced at the white bowl in his hand.

"When, when, when..."

Following his movements, there was a sound of being bounced into the white bowl.

After hearing this voice, Hei Wa's disappointment became even stronger.

Because this bowl made of kaolin is no different from other utensils made of kaolin in the past. Not only is it rough, but the sound it makes when it is knocked is also dull and urn-like.

The pottery that was fired before in the tribe, flicked with fingers, or lightly tapped with other things, made a sound similar to that of this white bowl.

Before Shenzi left the tribe and went south to develop Jinguan City, he once told him that porcelain is not only smooth and delicate on the surface, but also very tough. If you flick it with your fingers or lightly tap it with other utensils, the sound it makes is crisp and pleasant. .

Now, the bowl was fired again with kaolin, but it did not meet the description of Shenzi at all. In other words, the firing this time failed again.

It is not porcelain that is fired with kaolin, but white pottery.

Putting the white pottery bowl on the ground, Hei Wa then took out the burnt utensils from the kiln.

After a while, all the fifteen pieces of white utensils placed in this smaller kiln were taken out...

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Looking at the fifteen pieces of white pottery placed neatly in front of him, Hei Wa was filled with disappointment.

After inspection, none of the fifteen kaolin-fired bowls, pots, jars, cups, etc. were qualified, and all were white pottery.

Compared with the previous firing, he spent a full day longer in firing this time, but the result was still disappointing as always.

Compared with the white pottery fired before, there is no obvious change in these things that have been fired for an extra day.

Wu who was standing by the side saw Hei Wa's expression, so he came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be sad. It doesn't matter if our tribe uses pottery. It will take a long time. You can burn it slowly."

Wu smiled and said to Hei Wa.

Since Huo Yi and Huo Er passed away, Wu has naturally become the oldest person in the tribe.

Although Hei Wa had already grown up and had several children, in Wu's eyes he was still a young man.

After hearing Wu's words, Hei Wa couldn't help smiling, and nodded to Wu.