I'm not a wild eater

Unexpectedly, almost a whole day passed by.

[Maybe my mother wouldn't believe it, but I quietly watched a man play in mud all day. 】

[Hahahaha, the one in front, me too. 】

【Survival, I'm playing mud in the wilderness】

[Pfft, look at the three finished products made by Lord Mu, aren't they the medium cup, the large cup, and the extra large cup? 】

[I ordered a cup of milk tea by the way. 】

【Mu Ye's cauldron is like a bowl, you can use it to alms alms. 】

"I made three out of the mud, a cup, a bowl, and a pot."

Muqing pointed to his finished product, and began to count them in detail.

"Because the cup was the first to be made, it seems that the craftsmanship is really lacking now."

"I've tried to perfect and beautify them, but there are still some potholes, and the mouth is not very round."

"This bowl is still a little crooked, I really want to pinch it and redo it."

"Of course, this means that pinching this is a waste of time, and it may not be better to do it again."

The work of kneading pottery is really time-consuming.

This forced Muqing to give up pursuing perfection.

"The kneaded pottery needs to be completely dried in the shade before firing to remove the free water inside."

"If the moisture content in it is too high, it can explode during burning,"

"Anyway, it takes at least a week to dry in the shade normally, and a week is too long for me."

Mu Qing got up and moved his legs that were a little numb from sitting for a long time.

Remove the large burning log from the fire and move it to the side of the four-story kiln.

Then take the pottery and put it on the other side farther from the fire.

"I'm going to bake the kneaded pottery now to make it dry faster."

"When drying, it should not be too close to the fire. It should be placed at an angle like this, or the bottom may crack."

Putting the pottery away, Muqing took out the last cassava that was baked in the afternoon.

"I ate two pieces of cassava in the morning, and I haven't felt anything wrong so far."

"I'm eating this now. If there's nothing wrong until tomorrow, I can take the big basket and dig a little more from the leeward slope."

"I don't have to worry about the rest of the chestnuts anymore, hehe, I'm happy."

When eating cassava in the morning, Muqing is more cautious, taking small bites and paying attention to the feeling in the mouth.

At this moment, it was completely swallowed, a small cassava disappeared from the screen in one bite, and a burnt shell was left in his hand.

Still chewing the cassava, Muqing got up and set up a bamboo tube to boil water, grabbed a handful of chestnuts from under the bed and threw them into the fire.

"The little bird in the morning saved me some food, and I will eat the smaller bamboo rat at night."

"Before it got dark, I squeezed out the rest of the soil."

Mu Qing sat down on the stone slab again, and took the last bit of soil over.

After kneading a few times, Mu Qing suddenly stood up, picked up a section of vine and circled it around the edge of the clay pot.

Then take it to the slate and hold it down, and use the branches to print the size of the inner circle.

"I made cups for drinking water and soup bowls that can hold soup and water. Plates are really not too much in demand."

"The remaining mud is used to make a pot cover, which fits perfectly."

Knead the clay into a circle, then flatten it, and fold the edge down and inward.

The lid of the pot needs to be completely embedded in the inside of the mouth of the pot, so that after the food and water are boiled, the water that comes up will return to the pot along the inner wall.

If the lid is wider than the clay pot, water will drip onto the fire on both sides.

Not to mention unsafe, but also quite annoying.

From time to time, Muqing took the lid to the clay pot to measure, constantly adjusting the gap between the lid and the pot.

"This should be fine, because there is not much mud left, and the lid of the pot is relatively thin."

"I don't put this on the side to bake, just put it on the hillside and blow it."

There was no extra soil to be used as a handle for the lid, so Muqing poked a small hole in the middle with a branch.

When the firing is complete, you can get a piece of wood as a handle.

[From the beginning of looking for mud to the completion of kneading, it took a lot of time. 】

[The most frightening thing is that it may fail in the end. 】

[This is the same as falling in love. Time is wasted, money is wasted, the body is empty, and it may not be your wife. 】

[Sounds so reasonable, Yazi. 】

【Master Mu: I'm such a clever little ghost. 】

After finishing all the pottery, Muqing picked up a few bamboo tubes filled with water before, and rinsed away the mud occupied by the stone slab.

Sand it against the other half that was not sanded before.

"I originally wanted to use bamboo to make a set of seats, but the big stone slab I found later is also quite good."

"Now I'm going to polish it clean, raise it up a little bit underground, and transform it into a dining table."

There is no need to beat the mud embryo here, and the requirements for the fineness of the stone surface are much lower.

Simply polish it, and it will not be scratched by small stones.

After the tabletop was polished, four stones of relatively uniform size were moved, and they were fixed beside the fire that usually burns.

Move the large stone slab over and cover it.

The left and right hands pressed on the two sections of the stone slab respectively.