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Probably because it had just rained, the ground was very wet, and there was still a small puddle of water in the natural depression formed by the boulder.

Uro rolled up his sleeves to the joints, collected materials from the local area, and made a large lump of mud from the ground. He began to mix the mud with accumulated water, but he couldn't control the weight between the water and the mud at first, which caused the mud to become too wet. I had to put it by the fire and dry it for a while before breaking it off and starting to shape it.

In a sense, I should thank my niece.

When Uro put a large piece of clay in his hands to shape it, he remembered the clay lesson he had experienced with his niece. He usually disliked that child for being noisy and noisy, but he didn't expect that one day Experience will actually help yourself.

How to say that sentence, everything you have learned is just to prevent the opportunity from slipping away at a certain time in the future.

Uro is willing to give such an opportunity to others.

There was a sharp pebble in the soil, and Ulo, who was a little absent-minded, was almost cut. After he angrily removed it, he added some water to re-smooth the slowly forming soil, and finally pinched the bottom a bit A deep bowl comes out.

Unfortunately, probably because of the water and soil, the bowl was tightly against the stone and was unwilling to get up. After Ulo made some effort, it successfully leaked to the bottom.

Uro sighed, feeling a shadow cast over his face.

He was frustrated, and then realized that this "frustration" had been present for too long, and then a pair of small dark hands reached out to Uro's bowl that had leaked out.

Those little hands picked up a piece of soil, and quickly helped smooth the bottom of the bowl, even dipped in water to help make up, making the whole bowl look more beautiful, and the bowl was handed back to Wu Luo.

"you……"

Uro raised his head and looked at the little boy in front of him with a little surprise. He was very small, with black hair and deep contours. If he wasn't wearing a fur skirt, he would have looked like a foreign boy who had just sunbathed. The boy looks a bit like a little boy.

The little boy seemed to be a little contemptuous of Uro's craftsmanship, but he didn't make it obvious. Instead, he lowered his head and pinched a few small animals, and put them next to Uro's bowl as a mockery.

The boy did not go, nor did he help, but sat quietly by the fire and began to help Uro keep the fire.

Hey, little cool brother.

Uro put the wet bowl and small animals beside the fire with a little amusement. He had taken a few stones around the fire before, and now he could put these molded mud embryos on the side to dry.The pottery had to be dry to burn, and Uro didn't know why, but since it had to be dry, there must be a reason for it, and he didn't have time to wait for it to dry naturally.

When placing the bowl, Uro used a wooden rake to pull out some freshly burnt ashes and sprinkle them on the stones—he has been a cook, and he usually sprinkles some flour when making dough, so as to prevent the wet dough from sticking to the chopping board , I don't know if it will be helpful for making pottery.

Some aspects of life experience are always in common. If Wu Luo did it right, the newly made bowl finally avoided the tragic fate of missing the bottom.

The little boy glanced over now and then, maybe because it was cold and clammy after the rain, sitting restlessly by the fire, trying to do the adults a favor to prove that he wasn't lazy, maybe he really liked playing in the mud.

After trying a few small items, Ulo began to ambitiously prepare to make a jar, which is relatively easier than a pot and harder than a bowl.

In modern times, there is a saying called mud sticks, which means that clay sticks are used to shape pottery. After all, if you are going to burn a water tank, you can’t prepare a large group of mud clods the size of a water tank and start wiping them with your hands. .

Uro was quite patient in doing things, not to mention that once he got used to this kind of thing, the speed would become faster. He made a simple spoon, accompanied by two bowls and warmed it by the side, and then started to make the bottom of the jar.With previous experience and lessons learned, Uro threw the mud clods as dough, and sure enough, he threw out a lot of small stones waiting to be stabbed in the back. He rudely swept them away, dug a large piece of soil and rubbed it Noodles, when you are cooking.

Because his mind was full of dough, the size of the bottom of the jar was like a piece of finger cake spread out, and Uro spread it a little bit more, rubbing the remaining mud into various mud strips disapprovingly, Although he tried his best to unify the specifications, these mud strips were still visible to the naked eye, some were wide and some were flat, some were big and some were small, and the mud soon ran out, so he had to carry some more.

When Uro came back, the sticks of mud had been rubbed to about the same size, and the little boy sat pretending to be calm, pretending that he didn't know anything.

Such kindness was not rewarded well, the mud sticks were not long enough, but Uro accepted them gladly, and he twisted some shorter ones to make up for the edges, and slowly coiled the mud sticks around the jar, From time to time, dab a little water and smooth out the gaps until they look smooth as one piece.

After finishing, Uro added "ears" to both sides, so that it can be carried in hand when the time comes.

The finished jar is not big, but it is enough for Uro to use. Today is just a trial, and if it fails, it will not be too bleak.

While the pot was being baked, Uro covered the previous mud pit with a layer of firewood. He put the small bowl, spoon, and small animals made by the boy. These things were almost dry, and he sprinkled them carefully. After covering it completely with the collected branches, I took a fire and lit it.

The video will only show the beginning and the end of the burning. Uro remembers that usually the last firewood covering the pottery is turned into ashes. He put enough firewood, and when he fanned the fire, he realized that he lacked a fan, so he had to grab a few leaves Filled up.When the fire in the bowls started to grow and the jars were dry, Ulo peeled back the blazing fire, stuffed the jars in, put enough firewood on the outside, and watched the smoke curl through the cracks , the flame sprang out like a long snake.

The little boy froze instantly from fright.

Do your best to obey the fate, and the human affairs have been done here, Uro patted his buttocks quite a bachelor, and planned to get more branches. Regardless of whether he succeeded, he planned to burn it from dawn to dark, and then opened it to have a look. If it works, take it away, if it doesn't work, try again next time.

There are a few children fishing in the distance. They will find wooden sticks by themselves, and then knock the fish that swim to the river. If they are lucky enough, they can knock one of them unconscious, and then jump down to catch it and give themselves some snacks.

The leader rarely asks them to make any contribution to the tribe, as long as these children can guarantee that they will not die and learn to hunt, that is enough.

When food is more abundant, adults will teach them how to hunt.

"These silly boys, what's the difference between using this kind of thing to prepare the sap of a fish and waiting for a rabbit."

As the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tool. Uro laughed. He found a thicker stick—most likely the torso of a miserable little tree, polished it a little, and put it in the fire. Burnt and burned, forming a spear with relatively thick and shallow roots.

But it turns out that no matter how good the tool is, it depends on who uses it.

Uro also missed the fish.