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Although the first snow in winter has stopped for a few days, no one can guess when the next snow will fall. Taking advantage of the sunny weather, the people of the Shuofeng tribe hurriedly acted.

It is not difficult for the people in the tribe to burn kilns in winter. The men in their prime will soon prepare the firewood needed for the kiln. Of course, these firewood are still wet wood, but it doesn’t matter. There are still a lot of dry wood stored in the tribe, which can be temporarily moved over for use.

Although the problem of firewood was solved, it was almost impossible for Cheng Yang alone to fabricate pottery bowls for the whole clan.

At random, Cheng Yang took everyone, carrying a few rattan baskets of clay, to the river not far from the tribe.

The process of making pottery requires water, and it is more convenient to go directly to the water source than to go directly to the water source after taking all the trouble to transport the water to the tribe.

This pottery making, Cheng Yang was mainly responsible for controlling the firing time and temperature, but the pottery itself was done by the tribesmen themselves.

The clansmen who had never tried this craft were very confident beforehand. When Cheng Yang fired the two pottery bowls before, it took two days of hard work, and he failed several times in the process, so many of them also See how Cheng Yang fabricated it at the time.

Isn't it just playing with mud? They said that it was so difficult, and they were all eager to try it. They didn't realize the difficulty of this work until they finished mixing the clay with water and removing impurities.

It was obvious that Cheng Yang didn't have to work hard at the time, so why is it so difficult to squeeze the pottery bowl in their hands?

Such a group of rough men carefully fiddled with the clay in their hands with their fingers.

This clay is made by constantly drawing and kneading the clay. The men of the Shuofeng tribe feel that the clay pottery in their hands is slippery and soft. If they accidentally use too much force, the newly formed pottery bowl in their hands will be distorted and deformed immediately.

Titmouse wanted to cry but looked at the pottery bowl in his hand that was in good condition a moment ago, but now he pinched the mouth of the bowl crookedly, which looked somewhat similar to the expression on his face, a feeling of wanting to cry.

The tit pursed its mouth, and glanced at the direction of the sheep. Unexpectedly, there were already a lot of bottles and jars beside this kid, including pottery bottles with long necks and round mouths, and pots with large mouths. The tits even saw a The earthenware pot with a round belly and a deep mouth is round and beautiful in every way, not crooked and twisted like he fabricated it.

He sighed, feeling sore in his heart, he was so envious that the headman could have a pottery bowl made by Cheng Yang himself. Making pottery is really too difficult. Thinking of eating with everyone with such an ugly bowl in the future, the tit was worried. Sighed, it was really embarrassing.

Beside him, the hulking-backed Ba Tuo's movements were extraordinarily gentle and delicate, and the pottery bowl in his hand gradually took shape. It looked not much different from the Ye Xiang made by Cheng Yang, but it was much bigger, which complemented his tall figure. , it also gives people a sense of harmony.

In fact, after knowing that pottery was going to be fired in winter, Yan Tuo practiced secretly for a long time in private, and now he is very proud of the results in his hands.

Cheng Yang squeezed out a lot of utensils he wanted at one time, he even considered small spoons, thinking that he could use spoons and soup in the future, he felt very beautiful in his heart.

Seeing that everything he wanted was almost made, he raised his head to look at the situation of the people around him, and found that except for a few people who could finish well, most of them had a bitter and hatred expression, as if they were holding It's not pottery bowls, but enemies one by one.

Cheng Yang sighed. He originally planned to wait until spring to open the kiln. Before that, he could consider how to make pottery molds. However, the people of the tribe are too impatient. Now there is no mold, so they can only make it with bare hands. Naturally, High difficulty.

He took the clay from the hands of those around him and kneaded it for them.

Not everyone has manual talent. In Cheng Yang's view, a person who kneads clay like this can't be expected to knead a pottery bowl that looks good, so he has to do it himself.

It is indeed difficult to knead pottery with bare hands, and Cheng Yang's full attention is almost on the thing in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, he frowned, looked at the water plants beside the river, and stared there closely.

"what happened?"

The tit moved to Cheng Yang's side and asked in a low voice. He looked at the aquatic plants and found nothing unusual.

At this moment, the wind in the air was blowing slightly, making people feel a little cold. Cheng Yang frowned, a little puzzled.

Can such a small wind make the aquatic plants shake like this?

He stood up, tiptoed to the water plants, and picked up a thick wooden stick in his hand.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and watched Cheng Yang walk over with breathless concentration. They obviously didn't feel anything, and they felt a little nervous for no reason.

Cheng Yang pushed aside the water plants, and the thing hidden inside was frightened and rushed away, and the stick in Cheng Yang's hand was even faster.

Before the thing could go far, Cheng Yang hit the head with a wooden stick, and in the next second, it floated to the surface of the water.

It turned out that Cheng Yang knocked him on the head and passed out.

Everyone watched Cheng Yang carry something over with his hands, and they stared at it carefully, it looked like a big rock, but with four limbs sticking out.

Isn't this a big turtle?

"Chengyang, why are you catching this?"

Titmouse leaned over, carefully avoiding his hand holding the big turtle, looking very disgusted.

"Be careful, it bites you and doesn't let go!"

"That's right, throw it away!"

"This thing can bite, but it hurts!"

Everyone stepped forward to persuade Cheng Yang, trying to get him to let go of the things in his hands, so as not to feel uncomfortable if his hands were bitten.

Cheng Yang was slightly dazed, he didn't realize what they were talking about the giant turtle for a while, and it took him a long time to realize that they were talking about the turtle he was holding.

Soft-shelled turtle is also called soft-shelled turtle, but it is not a fish, but a turtle. Cheng Yang doesn't know much about it, but he also knows that it can be eaten.

Stewed turtle soup is delicious and nourishing.

Because the tribe does not eat fish, Cheng Yang looked at the school of fish in the river, and could only look at the ocean and sigh, and he was helpless, but this turtle is different, this family does not belong to fish, he can finally do it Used to make soup.

And compared to fish soup, turtle soup is not inferior.

So it was absolutely impossible for Cheng Yang to let it go. Everyone tried to persuade him, but there was no effect at all, and they felt very anxious.

Cheng Yang was also very helpless, no matter how he explained to everyone, they would not believe that this strange-looking giant turtle could be eaten.

The whole body is covered with carapace, how can it be eaten?Although everyone is usually convinced of Cheng Yang, but at this moment, they really can't accept this statement. In their imagination, when the giant turtle is cooked, they can only bite it on the hard shell and knock off their teeth. .

Cheng Yang didn't want to waste his words either, he decided to use facts to prove to everyone that after firing the clay pot, he could cook turtle soup.

He tied the turtle with a piece of hay to keep it from escaping, and resumed his pottery business, and now he had another goal.

We need to make more clay pots, which can be used to simmer soup in the future. Since fish is not allowed, it is always okay to drink turtle soup.

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In the evening, everyone finally got the pottery bowl that they had been thinking about for a long time, but they couldn't feel any happiness.

The tit was holding the pottery bowl that Cheng Yang made for him, it was very round and beautiful, but all his mind was taken away by the tangy aroma in the air.

Why is it so fragrant?

Now it’s clear after the snow, and everyone started to gather for dinner again, because they haven’t hunted for a long time, and what everyone ate was the dried meat that had been stored before. The jerky is just added a little salt, it tastes tasteless.

Smelling the domineering aroma in the air, someone finally couldn't help but drool, then licked his face and moved closer to Cheng Yang.

Before he got close, he was stopped by a group of children.

Seeing these children staring at him vigilantly, this person was too embarrassed to go forward to grab some food.

The cubs are the objects of care in the tribe. If the headman knows that he is stealing food from the children, how can he let him go, so he has to retreat with a resentful face.

It took Cheng Yang a lot of work to prepare the turtle. After stewing for a while, the aroma gradually came out, but he was not in a hurry, but controlled the amount of fire and continued to simmer slowly. After a while, the aroma became more tangy, smelling That taste makes people want to swallow their tongues.

The children had been standing beside the pottery bowl long ago, staring at it without blinking, obviously eager.

Because the soft-shelled turtle didn't have much meat, Cheng Yang planned to boil it into soup and share some with each child, so that they could taste the taste.

Looking at the children who were holding bowls and drinking soup, the men beside them swallowed hopelessly.

They didn't want to be so worthless, but the smell was so delicious that it was simply bullying their sense of taste.

Looking at these grown-ups who were staring helplessly, Cheng Yang felt a little amused in his heart. He really wanted to tell these people that the fish soup was actually very fragrant, but they kept it to themselves.

Looking at the soup left in the clay pot, Cheng Yang decided to share some with these men who were about to lose their temper, because it was indeed not much, and each of them could only taste it.

How could these men dislike it, they finally felt the delicious taste, and all of them went back to rest with their stomachs contented, feeling instantly satisfied.

Cheng Yang had no choice but to take a break. He first went around the sheepfold while it was still dark, and after checking the lambs, he prepared to set out a torch.

In the era of lack of candle lamps, torches were the only tools that could be used for lighting at night.

Cheng Yang squatted in front of his tribe, held the torch high in one hand, and kept the other hand busy, writing and drawing on the ground with a thin wooden stick.

He had to get the loom out before spring came!

The utilization efficiency of the goat hair in the tribe is really too low. The goat hair is hard and short, and it can only be softened with nitric acid. He will not be able to find nitric acid at all in a while.

Originally, he had given up on the goat hair, but the winter in the north was indeed too cold. Cheng Yang pulled the animal skins on his body. These animal clothes were too poor to keep out the cold, so he had to find a new way.

Although wool is not easy to develop and utilize, cashmere is relatively simple.

When the goats arrive in spring, it is really time to change the cashmere. If there is a spinning machine, the cashmere can be used.

Thinking of the warm sweater wool, Cheng Yang took a breath, feeling that the cold wind was nothing.

Will he still be afraid when he gets the spinning machine out, hum.