Waste Strong Foundation

The live broadcast and the live broadcast accident injected blood into the overall progress of the settlement's infrastructure.

Workshops, residential areas, commercial areas, and training grounds have begun to take shape, and a two-meter-wide dirt road has been cleared between the major buildings.

Two days later, the newly repaired pottery kiln workshop finally fired a batch of qualified medium-sized pottery after repeated adjustments.

The six adobe furnaces are spaced at the same distance, and the two furnaces on the far left are brightly lit. Players who came after hearing the sound chattered around Qi Ba to ask about the task.

Fei Mingqiu squatted in the center of the player's encirclement and counted the first batch of three-legged pottery tripods.

Broken by a third.

Firing a pottery tripod is more complicated than firing a pottery pot.The craftsmen of the Qi family need to first use fine red clay to make a tripod-shaped clay embryo, then wrap the entire clay embryo with easy-to-shape yellow mud and let it stand until the water on the surface of the yellow mud evaporates completely, then split it into two, and carefully take out the inside The clay embryo, thus obtaining a pottery tripod mold, that is, "Fan" - perhaps the forerunner of the early bronze block Fan Yecasting method.

The main purpose of this batch of pottery tripods is to cook food: there are three legs at the bottom, which can increase the heating area of ​​grains, and at the same time, it is convenient to roast on the fire.

The kiln temperature of the pottery kiln transformed by the player is controlled between 1050 degrees and 1150 degrees.

The temperature is precisely controlled, coupled with the craftsmanship and accumulated experience of the craftsmen from generation to generation, the fired pottery tripod is black and red, with a smooth surface, a little glazed, and the hardness of the tripod body is better than that of all previous products. A crisp sound can be heard.

Fei Mingqiu put down the Tao Ding, very satisfied, and asked Qi Ba: "Have all the paints been prepared?"

In order to sell the produced pottery, the quality is one aspect, and the shape and glaze pattern of the pottery are also very important.

Qi Ba scratched his head, pushed away the blind player, turned his head and called another red-necked craftsman, "Morning! Come!"

The craftsman Qi Zao ran over with a stack of things in his arms, hurried to show his face in front of the mysterious young man, and introduced: "My lord, this is a grinding disc, which is used to grind paint. The soul you summoned has polished it for me nineteen times. Now it is Grinding a mountain is no problem."

Well, players are like this.

Duplicate unnecessary work, as long as there is a substantial reward.

Fei Mingqiu looked at the stone mill that was polished like a modern handicraft, thinking that he should control the acceptable number of times for each task in the future.

Squeezing wool can't catch the same one and squeeze it hard enough.

Qi Zao, who was "robbed" by [-] players and became impoverished, was in tears, turned his head and blew his nose violently, and raised his chin to the top pottery dish to show Fei Mingqiu, "These are all palettes, one frame at a time. After dividing, there are four kinds of red, white, black and blue."

Mineral pigment powders described as blue are essentially bluish blue, and some are grayish.

Fei Mingqiu twisted it with his fingers.

The detector attached to the watch showed that it was a kind of copper sulfate ore particles with a lot of impurities.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the handsome or strange faces of the players, "What kind of stone is used for this paint? Is there any more?"

The three pieces of copper ore that Lian Shanshou gave him were placed on the shoe cabinet in the entrance. Although they were palm-sized, they were dark blue in color, close to malachite.

It is in line with the fact that malachite is mostly produced in southern China such as Hubei and Jiangxi.

Fei Mingqiu guessed that they might come from the same place as gourd seeds, lotus seeds, rice, grape vines and other commodities.

The transportation is inconvenient, unless there is an accident, there should be no chance to contact the large settlements in the south.

For some reason, Fei Mingqiu shivered.

A fiery red living eyeball flashed in his mind, leaving wet marks.

"What stone?" Qi Zao's eyes lit up when he talked about the things in his field of expertise, and he pouted regretfully, "Nothing. The leader of another small caravan sold it to me at a low price two years ago. You think it too Is it very precious? Sure enough!"

Fei Mingqiu: "Yes, I think it's copper ore...the stone used to burn bronze vessels."

The players pricked up their ears and started talking in twos and threes.

Qi Ba hastily shouted: "Bronze ware? I have bought this kind of stone several times before, and it is no better than turquoise. I heard from the old man that our protector, the blue bird, is a descendant of the flame god who is in charge of fire, so we can use it Throw it into the fire and exchange it for a sharp weapon."

"Actually, it's similar to the method of burning large pottery." Fei Mingqiu added silently in his heart: probably.

Qi Ba clenched his fists and propped his chin, pondered for a while, and sincerely offered advice to Fei Mingqiu and the players without feeling that he was causing trouble. "We don't produce the copper mine you mentioned here, and there is a lot of clay. There are some."

Fei Mingqiu: "Are you sure?"

Qi Ba and Qi Zao looked at each other, laughed and said: "Their leader, Xiong Tai, is a money-gatherer. His arms, legs, and neck are covered with dark blue lump-shaped stones. The reward of bronze is as much as a house!"

Fei Mingqiu smiled inexplicably.

The light golden eyelashes are long and dense, trembling with the wind and almost transparent, the sun and spring breeze kiss them, like looking up at a white ghost in the world.

He got up and clapped his hands, "Let's start burning pottery, more pots, urns, plates, and bowls."

Players also received the daily task of [Firing Pottery].

In addition, there is a gray task box at the bottom of the task bar: [Elementary bronze smelting (open after the Spring Festival version update)]

What is the art of speaking?

Low EQ: Attack Yanchi to grab resources after the Spring Festival.

High emotional intelligence: Bronze smelting is a necessary condition to increase the productivity of settlements.

Players don't need to eat, and they don't care much about farming, but the nine people with the Qi family stare at the green millet seedlings in the farmland.

This kind of millet is not only drought-resistant and easy to feed, it does not need much fertilization, but also has a fast maturation cycle, and one crop can be harvested in fifty days.

Put it in a pottery tripod and add some water, it can be steamed or boiled. The millet porridge is still very satisfying for the aborigines who have never eaten rice noodles.

The female slave who was tinkering with the spinning wheel with a few players looked away, rubbed her stomach, changed her timidity and fear when she first came, and couldn't hide her smile when she spoke, "This year is warm, I think these grains will grow in 20 days." Ripe. Very good."

She twirled her fingertips to twist the two strands of hemp thread into one strand, and when she stretched out her hand to pull the wooden shuttle, she heard the whistle representing the meal, and she couldn't help salivating.

The players also put down their tools one after another. It was getting late, and they waved goodbye to each other and got into the wooden house to go offline, order a takeaway and eat something before playing.

During these days, the online rate of players has not decreased but increased, and the new residential area around the square has become as lively as a natural village.

Fei Mingqiu planted the cultivated seedlings in a paddy field, stepped over the dense wooden fence and went back to the mobile home to find Shang Yuan for dinner.

What he wants to eat most is rice, but in the end, a dozen or so seedlings can only harvest a few hundred grains of rice—who dares to eat this?

……

Shang is far away.

Two bowls of soup, soup, and water were covered with the twill painted pottery plate that the craftsman had just baked yesterday, and it was still hot to the touch.

Fei Mingqiu thought for a while, and was about to pour water for a drink, when he suddenly felt fluffy from his ankle.

He didn't pay attention, and while looking for a cup, he skillfully rubbed the "little" animal's head, "Alpha, where is Shang Yuan? Are you asleep?"

The other party was rubbed very comfortably, his tail stood straight up, squinted his eyes and yawned, and couldn't help but open his bloody mouth and let out a big groan.

Fei Mingqiu heard "Panda" call for the first time, and said with a light smile, "Alpha, are you an artificial intelligence—"

He felt that something was wrong, looked down, his heart stopped for two beats, his brain was buzzing, and he shook the only remaining glass with a flick of his right hand.

The shards of glass reflected the round face of a wild tiger, with a king character pattern on the forehead, and golden tiger eyes staring fiercely at the young man's neck, "Wow!"