I am a primitive

Although everyone was a little bit reluctant, they went back to eat after Han Cheng suggested that Wu speak.

Several little guys who participated in the whole process of pottery making came to the end of the line, turning back three times at each step.

Compared to other people, their expectations for this matter are higher.

Breakfast is ready like never before, well, it's still a small barbecue.

A small watch with a big gold chain, and three small barbecues a day, Han Cheng is halfway through this kind of life now.

There is no big gold chain or watch, but a small barbecue is eaten every day, but it is only two meals.

Han Cheng, who was so obsessed with food every day, couldn't keep his mouth shut, so now, he often couldn't finish the food that the big brother gave him, and finally he followed the example of the witch and distributed it to the little primitive people in the cave.

These little primitive people didn't understand what Shenzi did. They didn't understand why Shenzi didn't like to eat such a delicious food.

No matter how much food they get, they have to fill their stomachs, even if they are full.

People in the tribe, except for Wu and Han Cheng, ate very fast, and they ate even faster this morning.

While everyone was waiting, Wu ate the last bite of meat, and Han Cheng distributed the remaining half of the food to the twin sisters Hua and Xing, Xiaomei and Xiaoli. They hadn't given it to them a few times before.

Everyone left the cave again and went to the river.

As before, Han Cheng stretched out his hand and touched it for a while. Compared with before, the temperature has dropped. It seems that the fire inside is almost on fire.

Looking at the crowd full of expectations, Han Cheng, who also wanted to know the result, decided not to wait any longer, because according to his memory, burning for so long should be enough!

He took a wooden stick from the lame hand next to him, and knocked it on the long-dried mud shell.

After the past few days of roasting, the previous slime has become a bit hard, and the sound of the stick is a bit crisp.

However, because the firewood below had been burned and emptied, it was not very strong, and Han Cheng knocked out a hole with two sticks.

The scorching hot air mixed with the burnt grass ash gushed out from the breach. Han Cheng stepped back and prepared to knock again, but heard some crisp 'click' sounds coming from inside.

Not the sound of mud shells falling.

Han Cheng's heart couldn't help sinking, the pottery must have been cracked!

Sniffing, he stepped forward, peered through the hole, and saw that a piece of pottery had fallen apart...

It's not good to be a teacher.

Before the mud kiln sank to the bottom and opened, the cracked pottery was seen first.

There is no way, it is the first time to make pottery, and there is no experience, so some damage is really inevitable.

Han Cheng comforted himself in this way, and then went to knock the mud shell.

Fragments of the mud shell fell, and the soot and hot air scattered around. From time to time, one or two sounds different from other 'clicks' could be remembered.

Whenever there was such a sound, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but twitch, especially after seeing the amphora he made crack with his own eyes, he was even more distressed and uncomfortable.

All the mud shells were knocked open, revealing the scene inside, and there was a piece of pottery among the ashes.

It's just that compared with when they were put in at the beginning, they have changed a lot at this time.

Not only did the color turn black, but it itself turned into a stone-like thing!

It feels warm to the touch and has the hardness of a stone, but it is not as heavy as a stone. When you tap it with your hands, there is a slightly crisp sound.

Even the most knowledgeable shaman and the most well-informed elder brother in the tribe were amazed by this amazing change!

As for the children who participated in the production with Han Cheng from the very beginning, they were so surprised that they couldn't even close their mouths.

They held these intact or broken pottery, knocked and touched and studied them non-stop. Apart from being puzzled, they looked at Han Cheng with admiration from the heart!

Those who had never seen pottery were stunned by this miraculous transformation after witnessing the transformation of mud into pottery.

In particular, Wu picked up a bowl, poured out the ashes in it, went to the river to scoop up a bowl of water, and confirmed what Han Cheng said could be used to hold water without breaking. After they contained more water than the bulky 'stone bowl' in their cave, their eyes widened in surprise.

This is a miracle!

Only God can know such an amazing way!

"Son of God!"

Wu put down the pottery bowl in his hand, put his hand on his chest, and saluted Han Cheng respectfully.

Other people who imitated the witch and went to the river to scoop water with pottery also came back one after another, put down the pottery in their hands, followed behind the witch, saluted Han Cheng in unison, and praised: "Son of God!" .”

Chapter 30 The Joyful Tribe and the Depressed Han Sung

Compared with everyone's surprises, Han Cheng was not as happy as he imagined. He looked at the debris in the pile of grass and ash on the ground, and even felt a little depressed.

Because he clearly remembered that when he watched the video, the grandmother of the ethnic minority burned as many as sixty or seventy pieces in one kiln. When the kiln was opened later, only two were broken, and the rest were intact.

And now, I have a total of 22 into the kiln, and after one out of the kiln, there are only eight whole ones, and nearly two-thirds either have cracks on them, or the cracks are more thorough, and they have become fragments.

Even if this is the first time I have fired pottery, the gap can't be so big!

Fortunately in the misfortune, the tank made by Heiwa survived, it was very whole, without any cracks on it, which made Han Cheng feel once again that talent is really important.

Han Cheng, shrouded in the halo of God, was caught off guard and accepted the worship of the crowd.

Compared with the initial bewilderment, now he is much calmer.

He helped Wu up, and then asked everyone to stand up too. In order not to spoil everyone's joy, he also showed the same cheerful smile on his face.

People in the tribe showed enough interest in pottery, a novelty. Excited, they filled all the pottery with water and transported it to the tribe.

With this water, they don't have to go all the way to the river to drink water when they are thirsty in the future!

The second senior brother blushed tiredly and had a thick neck, and moved forward with a large tank full of water in his arms.

The elder brother who was following him shook his head from time to time, expressing that this one is too big, and it is too inconvenient to use it to hold and transport water, so it is not as easy to use as those small ones.

This scene stunned Han Cheng on the side. It was the first time he saw such a tank being used!

It would be strange if you use it like this!

This operation is simply better than Sima Guang.

After Han Cheng was stunned, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly stepped forward to tell them, even talking and gesticulating for a while, finally let them understand that this thing called 'tank' was left empty in the tribe, and then used a few smaller sizes' The can' carries water and pours it into it.

The first senior brother and the second senior brother scratched their heads in embarrassment, carefully placed the tank on the ground, poured out the water in this tank, and walked towards the tribe with the tank several times lighter.