Chapter 71 Searching for Clay

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The sentence "You look like a bear" made Lihu and Mingguang stare at each other, and Mu Feng recalled an incident when he was in college.

A senior who played basketball with them for three years and was very tanned sent a wedding photo when he got married, and several good classmates left messages below.

One of the most classic comments is: "Thanks to the photographer and polishing technology, let us see what you look like!"

Lihu and Mingguang are because they have never thought about washing their faces for many years. Who cares about who looks like?

Even the most exaggerated is that some young people in the tribe are stained on their bodies and faces because they do not wash their faces all the year round, and they only rely on the animal skins on their bodies to judge who is who.

But now with soap, these are different.

With soap, the clansmen don't have to be dirty like beggars - this is also the first step for Mu Feng to change Jiang's spiritual outlook.

"Okay!" Mu Feng looked at the two with big eyes and small eyes, and said with a smile, "You have also seen the effect of soap. In the future, everyone can let the clansmen wash their faces with soap."

"Well, when necessary, you have to wash your body too!" Mu Feng's mind flashed, "I will build a bathing place in the tribe soon, and I will go and wash my body!"

After a pause, he finally couldn't help but complain: "Every one is dirty, it's too boring!"

Lihu and Mingguang were so embarrassed, they lowered their heads and touched their noses.

Lihu bit his head and asked, "Great Chief, this thing... soap, how do you make it, it smells pretty good!"

"The pancreas on the wild boar, and the ashes from the plants!" Mu Feng explained, "It's the things on the wild boar, and the ashes left after burning the plants."

"Ah?" Li Hu was surprised, "Then how did you make this soap?"

"I'll teach you how to do soap later. Now I have a few things to tell you, and the tribe needs to make some changes!"

As soon as they heard that Mu Feng had something to explain, the two of them immediately looked solemn: "Please guide the Great Chief!"

Mu Feng waved his hand and said directly: "The stone pots used by tribes to cook rice are too cumbersome and cumbersome. The most important thing is that it is also troublesome to make. I want to make a lighter container that can be used to hold rice. Put things."

"What is that?" White Fang asked with his big eyes flashing.

"Crock pot!"

"Clay pot?" The three of them were stunned, "What is that?"

"You'll know when this happens!" Mu Feng also knew that he would not be able to explain it for a while, so he simply didn't explain, "I need some soil for making pottery. It's sand pond mud by the lake."

After a pause, he added, "It would be even better if we could find that kind of white kaolin outside the soil!"

"Silted soil in the river, sand pond mud, white kaolin?" The three people looked at me, and I looked at the mud, but none of them understood.

Mu Feng sighed and said in his heart, "It really is."

So he had to say: "Well, tomorrow, Uncle Mingguang will bring a few people and take me to the river where the water was drawn before, let's go there and see!"

"Yes!" Mingguang responded.

"As for Uncle Lihu, take White Fang and try to make bows and arrows!"

"Yes!" Both of them nodded in unison.

"Also, tell Ji Yang that you don't have to kill pigs for the next two days, and kill a few sheep for a while." Mu Feng rubbed his teeth, "He's wasting too much good stuff!"

"Ah?" Lihu was stunned, "Jiyang is the most just person in the tribe, how could he waste things?"

"That's not what I meant!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "It's just that many of the things he threw away are still edible, but everyone doesn't know how to make them!"

"Oh!" Lihu then reacted, "I see!"

"Okay, let's do it today, you guys go back to rest early. Also make some preparations..."

"Yes!" The three left.

The next morning, with a bow and arrow on his back, a shovel, and a dozen people, Mu Feng followed Mingguang out of the tribe and headed southeast.

They need to bypass Nanshan, and then set off to the southeast along the foot of Nanshan. There is a river in the southeast, and the tribe used to draw water from this river when there were no wells.

No one knows the name of this river, but the general direction is that it flows from northwest to southeast, and the water is fairly clear.

Because of the early departure, Mu Feng and his party of a dozen people walked through the jungle, and passed through the waist-deep grassy beach, and then came to the river.

According to Mingguang, there were many wild wolves and wild bears in the jungle they passed through, but fortunately they did not encounter them.

Both sides of the river are already lush with water and grass, and the water is also full of algae.

"No wonder the water had a muddy smell before!" Mu Feng glanced at the mud by the river, it was all black and gray silt.

"Sludge?" Mu Feng frowned.

Because of the growth of grass and trees along the river, and the overgrowth of water plants, over time, the rotten roots and stems of plants will mix with the soil, forming a black-gray silt.

The silty soil, although fertile, is not suitable for making pottery.

What he was looking for was the silt formed by the long-term impact of the river under the silt.

He used a shovel to dig a few shovels to remove more than ten centimeters of silt on the surface, revealing a layer of dark and soft soil below. Mu Feng reached out and scooped up a handful, rubbed it twice in his hand, and placed it on the surface again.

The tip of his nose sniffed, shook his head, and continued digging.

After digging to a depth of 20 to 30 centimeters, the black mud gradually turned into black and yellow ooze.

Even the mud at the deepest thirty or so centimeters has lost its black and gray color, but is yellow!

"Yellow clay!" Mu Feng exclaimed in surprise, "I found it!"

(End of this chapter)

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