I'm not a wild eater

He picked up another glass of water and drank it, poured another glass from the pot, and drained it all in one breath.

[Look at the children who are thirsty. 】

【Master Mu, look at his family, he is so embarrassed to stay in bed every day. 】

【Why don't you tell me, Master Mu is doing the finishing work every day. 】

[This is how much firewood has been chopped. It feels like they will really cut down this mountain. 】

[No, bare hands are actually not that destructive. 】

【Master Shu looks very interested in making pottery. 】

[Because she can't, Master Shu is very interested in what she can't. 】

[Except for weaving bamboo. 】

"Have you gone to the woods over there again? Isn't there any wood that is particularly suitable for burning fire?" Mu Qing asked.

"No, I went to cut the thatch last time today."

After drinking two glasses of water, Yan Shu finally felt that his thirst had been relieved a little.

The pottery pot came back with a pot of water, and a fire was raised in the stove to continue boiling the water.

Yesterday's water hyacinth fruit was not finished yet, Yan Shu ate some in the morning, leaving more than half for Muqing.

Mu Qing grabbed two and peeled them in his hands.

"What do you think? Is there anything in particular you want to do?"

"We already have pots and bowls. Today we can be a little more proud and don't need to pursue the success rate too much."

While eating the fruit, Mu Qing casually chatted with Yan Shu who was boiling water.

"Well, shall we burn a smaller pot?"

"In this way, we can separate cooking and drinking from boiling water, so that the water we drink will always have a strange taste."

"How about making two more cups? Is there enough material?"

Yan Shu squatted by the stove and asked without turning his upper body.

"Okay."

"Last time I made medium, large, and super large cups."

"Then this time we will make big cups, medium cups, and small cups." Mu Qing responded with a smile.

[Hahahaha, what a historical medium cup, big cup, super big cup. 】

[It's a pity that I didn't do well in the cup, and I was honored to sacrifice. 】

[Pot cover: Did you forget me? 】

【Do you want to make a pot handle this time?It would be nice to have a handle. 】

[The handle of the pot is not easy to handle. It would be even worse if the pot was burned because of the handle. 】

[The main reason is that there are not enough materials, there are only so many termite piles. 】

[I knew I was going to make pottery, so I got some more. 】

"What big cup, medium cup, small cup?" Yan Shu was puzzled.

"This is the stalk left over from the last pottery firing. The pot is a super large cup, the pottery bowl is a large cup, and there is another pottery cup that was fried later."

"Hopefully it will all work out this time."

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"Under what conditions would they explode?"

Yan Shu tilted his head and looked at Muqing like a curious baby.

"That's too much."

"For example, the temperature in the kiln is not enough, the heating is uneven, there is too much sand in the clay, too much air, too much moisture, and the clay in a certain area is too thin or too thick"

"These are relatively common reasons, and I won't talk about some details." Mu Qing counted them one by one.

Yan Shu pursed his mouth and looked at Mu Qing with a bitter face.

After listening to this series, it seems that I have seen pottery that has been burned all over the place.

"Don't worry so much. The big reason for the failure before is that the clay is not qualified enough."

"This time there are termite mounds, we can use the plate construction method to knead pottery, which can greatly increase the success rate."

"Plus, I also have experience, and the control of the fire will be better than last time."

"I have a hunch that this time it will be 100% successful."

Mu Qing was so cute by Yan Shu's pouting, he stretched out his hands to hold her face and rubbed it back and forth.

Yan Shu stared, looking at Mu Qing's unbeaten hand.

"Uh, the water is ready."

Mu Qing quickly withdrew his hand, put the clay pot on the stone table, and said to Yan Shu: "Let's go, let's pick up the wood first, and let it dry for two days to burn."

"Walk, walk, I've finished cutting the pole."

"Just now I wanted to pick up a load first, but I was really thirsty, so I ran away first."

Yan Shu muttered, and was led out by Mu Qing.

Jump over the creek, go up the hillside, and find the place where Muqing dug the grass roots.

"Ah, things are right and people are wrong." Looking at the scene in the eyes, Mu Qing couldn't help sighing.

Although the term was not accurate, he really couldn't think of a better adjective.

The new thatch was cut by Yan Shu last time, and a few new shoots grew in the sunny position.

The surrounding trees of suitable size were almost cut down by Yan Shu, and they were bundled up and stood under the big tree on the side.

She even dug up a large piece of grass roots, bundled them into several bundles and put them together with the wood.