Chapter 77

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Mu Feng got up early because of something in his heart.

He boiled the eggs by himself, took a lot of effort to eat them, and said bitterly: "When I make the clay pots, I will throw all these stone pots away!"

After eating "breakfast" wholeheartedly, he went to call Mingguang, Lihu, Baiya, and Shuofeng.

After he planned to teach these few people, he wouldn't have to do this anymore. After all, there were so many people in a tribe, and he couldn't be too busy by himself.

Taking into account the size of the cave and the time for burning the kiln, Mufeng plans to choose several commonly used and simple containers to "try it out" first.

After a few people came to Mu Feng's cave, they looked at Mu Feng curiously, knowing that he was going to do something new, and they were all looking forward to it.

"Brother Mu Feng, what are you doing?" White Fang asked sweetly.

"You'll find out later!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Look carefully and ask me if you don't understand. In the future, these things will be taught to you!"

"What I'm going to teach you today is pottery, which can be used to hold things, or to hold rice and stew!"

"But don't we have stone jars now?" White Fang asked, his big eyes full of puzzlement. "It's still strong!"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "But it's too heavy and inconvenient! I'll teach you today to make a lighter one that can hold more things!"

"Okay!" Several people responded in unison, looking forward to it.

"The first step in making pottery is to knead the clay into a mud ball. When kneading the mud, the main method is to knead out all the air bubbles in the mud to the maximum extent, so that the mud material will be more compact. Otherwise, it is easy to burn the pottery. split."

Mu Feng said, took out some yellow clay, poured it on the prepared bluestone board, poured some water, and began to rub it repeatedly.

This step is all too familiar to Mu Feng.

When he was a child, he would often dig up the mud from the red pond, knead and beat it repeatedly, and make it into a small bowl-shaped thing. If you fall hard against the ground, you will hear an extremely loud "pop" sound.

This is the favorite game of Hongtang mud "falling and wading" for rural children.

Anyone who has played knows that the technique and strength of kneading mud are very important - this is one of the reasons why Mu Feng made pottery for the first time later.

This time, the pottery master who taught him couldn't believe it, and said that he could fall out of mud even if he fell.

But the difference is that the mud that Mufeng wants to make pottery needs to be softer, so that it can be made into a blank later.

It took more than an hour to knead the mud and wood wind alone, and several people felt that it was boring, so he started the second step of pulling the blank.

The so-called drawing is to put the kneaded clay on the drawing tool for shaping.

This is very demanding on the craftsmanship of the potter.

In the previous life, only one machine is needed for drawing the blanks. The person supports the clay with one hand and is responsible for drawing the blanks with the other hand.

But right now, his billet is a homemade earthen tool, and he has to find someone to help turn the disc.

Fortunately, there are several people in front of us, and there is no shortage of labor.

"Who will help me turn this disc?" Mu Feng said with a smile.

Bai Yaxing

Chongchong leaned forward and smiled sweetly: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Well, good!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Try to turn faster and be consistent."

"Okay!" White Fang squatted down, turned the wooden plate with both hands and quickly turned it, while his beautiful eyes remained motionless as he watched how Mu Feng pulled the blank.

I saw that Mu Feng first held the left and right hands vacantly and gently placed it on the clay, his posture remained the same.

As White Fang quickly turned the disc, an oval-shaped clay blank appeared between Mu Feng's hands.

"Yeah!" White Fang's eyes widened, and when he saw such a miraculous scene for the first time, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Mu Feng smiled, tightened his hands slightly, and further compressed the oval mud to make it firmer.

Then he held the pottery clay with one hand, and the thumb of the other hand held the other four fingers in an empty space, with a distance of two or three centimeters in the middle. Make some space.

The prototype of a container has appeared, and anyone can see that this thing can hold things.

This time, not only White Fang, but the others also opened their eyes wide to see what Mu Feng did, for fear of missing every detail.

Mu Feng smiled slightly, and slowly closed the distance between his thumb and four fingers, and kept thinning the wall of the clay pot, which had already begun to take shape.

After repeating this, the clay finally turned into a clay pot, and Mu Feng said with a smile, "That's alright, White Fang!"

As he said that, he picked up the hair of some wild beast that he had prepared earlier, grabbed the two ends with both hands, and cut it from the place under the clay pot where it intersected with the wooden plate.

Then he gently picked up the formed pottery pot and put it in the shade near the cave.

The rough embryo of the freshly made clay pot can not be exposed to the sun, but can only be naturally dried in the shade. This is a practice that has not changed for many years.

After drying in the shade, the blanks can be cleaned, glazed, painted, and finally fired.

However, for Mufeng, the purpose of making pottery now is to be inconvenient to use. There is no such thing as glazing and color.

This is not a big problem for Mufeng, just wait for it to dry naturally.

(End of this chapter

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