Chapter 86 Glazing
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The next morning, Mu Feng took a look at the situation in the tribe. The toilets had been built and could be used.
In order to prevent confusion among the clansmen, he erected a bamboo beside the men's toilet and two bamboos by the women's toilet, and ordered Lihu to inform him, and then he went back and checked how the pottery was drying in the shade.
Before he reached the cave, he saw White Fang trotting and shouting at him, "Brother Mufeng, Brother Mufeng!"
"What's wrong?" Mu Feng wondered, "What's the matter?"
White Fang was panting, and her chest was rising and falling. Her pretty face flushed red, and she finally lowered her head and asked, "Then...how do you use the toilet?"
"What?" Mu Feng only felt that he heard it wrong, his head was a little dazed, and then he glanced at White Fang with a very strange look, and found that she was too embarrassed.
Mu Feng only felt that his head was big, and he saw no one from left and right, so he quickly drew two pits on the ground, and then he stood on top of it one by one, and said quickly: "Just like this, step on one with each foot, and then squat down. , I don't need to teach you the rest, right?"
"Yeah!" White Fang's voice was like a gnat, his pretty face was blushing, and he ran away like he was running for his life.
Mu Feng himself felt a sense of shame flooding into his heart: "What the hell, I teach women how to go to the toilet, what's the matter!"
Tucao returns to Tucao, what should be done still has to be done, he carefully turned over the finished pottery, it is already dry in the shade, and it is estimated that after a day and a half of drying, it can be put into the kiln.
He lightly tried the touch on it with his hand.
"It will take a day or two in the morning than I expected. It seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery is drying faster." Mu Feng said to himself, "It seems that some glaze needs to be added, otherwise the skin of the fired pottery will not be damaged anymore. Smooth and easy to peel."
He thought about the knowledge that the old master taught him when he taught him to make pottery, various advanced glazes, and various glazing methods.
But one of the simplest glazes, and the easiest to get, is grass ash.
And the old master also told him that the enamel of grass and wood is also divided into high and low.
The gray matter is whitish, and the worst is to look light. The gray matter is gray or even dark gray. The best feeling is that there is a kind of stone powder in the hand.
Other things may be hard to find for him, but grass and wood ash could not be easier.
White Fang had just collected the ashes for the chicken coops, and there was a lot left.
Mu Feng went directly to White Fang, and asked for the ashes to go back and deal with it himself.
Sifting glaze is the same as kneading soil, it is better to be fine.
Mu Feng first poured a pile of ashes on the ground, and lightly patted the ashes with a piece of bamboo, so that the ashes sank tightly to the bottom, and the top was covered with a layer of floating ashes.
The wood wind blew lightly, causing the floating ash to fly away, and the dust scattered everywhere.
White Fang fluttered with his hands, and his pretty face was full of puzzlement: "Brother Mu Feng, what are you doing blowing dust when you have nothing to do?"
Mu Feng said apologetically, "Sorry, you'll find out later."
As he said that, he picked up the bamboo again and gently scraped off the large particles of gray matter on the remaining gray surface. The remaining gray matter already looked very fine.
At first glance, it looks like finely ground gray flour.
He picked up the gauze from before, picked up the ash and put it on the gauze, and sieved it out bit by bit.
, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine grass ash.
Looking at the light gray color, and starting with the grass and wood ash with a sense of precipitation, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, I can only pick generals from the lame, it is the best product in the grass and wood ashes!"
"Cripple, General?" White Fang wondered, blinking in his big eyes, "Brother Mu Feng, what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "These ashes are useful!"
"What's the use?" White Fang was more curious.
"I'm going to use it as an enamel to put on these pots! That way, the pot will come out bright and work well!"
White Fang was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of what Mu Feng was talking about.
Mu Feng looked at her with interest, but at a loss, he couldn't help but want to laugh, shook his head, and continued his work.
The glazing method of grass and wood ash has a long history. The ratio of ash and water is different, and the color of the pottery will be different, such as smoke gray, ink color, dark green and so on.
The most famous one Mu Feng has heard is "51 Shades of Grey".
However, although he knew about these things, he was really a monk who married halfway, and he was really not good at it.
Fortunately, his requirements are not high, as long as the pottery can be used.
As for what color can be burned, it is God's will.
Because there was a lot of ashes sifted out, Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the enamel on the pottery would not affect the quality, so he directly stirred it up in a muddy way.
After stirring for a long time, I felt that it was indeed a little thick, so I had to add water and continue to stir.
Unexpectedly, his actions made a lot of sense to White Fang.
She watched Mu Feng muttering indistinctly, adding water and gesturing, and for a while she was worried about Mu Feng.
She frowned slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were full of distress.
But Mu Feng didn't notice this. He took a small pottery that had already been shaded, and took it lightly and turned it around in the stone jar. After looking at it, the enamel on it was relatively uniform.
"Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed, "Open the kiln!"
(End of this chapter)
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