Chapter 89 The First Batch of Pottery

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The hint from Mu Feng was enough for Han Shu to understand, but it was not broken.

Sure enough, after Han Shu seriously thought about it for a while, the light in his eyes gradually became brighter.

He didn't say a word, frowned and stared at the leaf Mu Feng was talking about for a long time without blinking.

"Brother Mu Feng!" White Fang asked in a low voice, his pretty face full of doubts, "What is he doing standing there stupidly?"

"Shh!" Mu Feng made a silent gesture and laughed, "Just wait and see!"

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Han Shu took a deep breath, picked up the bow, put on the arrow, narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the bow, and shot an arrow at the leaf.

Not surprisingly, the arrow went straight through the leaf!

Surprised all around!

"Cold tree!"

"Hanshu can be so powerful!"

Everyone was shocked by Han Shu's archery.

On the other hand, Han Shu didn't make a sound at this time, but frowned in place, thinking carefully, obviously recalling the feeling of the arrow just now.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng smiled, raised his hand to signal everyone not to make noise, and let Han Shu feel it for himself.

Everyone immediately did not dare to come out.

After a while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrow, and saluted with one knee and one hand: "Thank you, Chief Chief for your guidance!"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, your understanding is good!"

Han Shu stood up and said in a serious tone, "But I still can't shoot arrows as fast as the Great Chief!"

Mu Feng smiled: "Don't be in a hurry at this time, now that you have mastered the tricks, you can get faster and faster by practicing diligently!"

"Yes!" Han Shu nodded solemnly.

The people around all cast their admiring glances at Hanshu, and at the same time they are more and more in awe of Mu Feng.

Just now, the cold tree was about the same as them. After a word or two of guidance from the Great Chief, now can the arrows hit the swaying leaves?

He can shoot leaves, does that mean he can also shoot birds?

And all of this is just because the Great Chief said a few words.

The tribe has always admired the strong, which has nothing to do with age.

Especially the one-handed archery of the Great Chief just now, obviously far above the cold tree, how can this not let them be in awe?

"Okay, everyone has seen it, as long as we practice well and can set the target, the Great Chief will teach us, and then we can be like a cold tree!" Mingguang shouted at the right time.

Not to mention, after he shouted like this, the fighting spirit of the already high morale of the hunting team fighters rose again, shouting "hurry up, hurry up", rushing to practice first.

Here, Mu Feng finally got the space to sit on the ground to rest for a while, and then added some charcoal to the cave.

He reckoned that the charcoal fire could be turned off after the fire was almost finished to get pottery.

You can see that the pottery inside has been burnt the same color as the flame through the small hole specially left in the cave.

He guessed that the enamel and pottery clay should be oxidized, and the coating should be coated, so he stopped the charcoal fire, and waited for the temperature of the cave to cool down. Then he took the shovel and opened the cave door, revealing eighteen pieces of pottery inside. Come.

To Mu Feng's surprise, three of the eighteen pottery were burnt and cracked, all of which were too thin bowls.

He carefully used the prepared

The green bamboo shelf was dipped in water to clip the pottery, but there was still a "呲呲" sound on the bamboo clip.

He took out the pottery one by one, and looked at it carefully while it was cooling down.

The fifteen pottery items are all in good condition, with a uniform texture, dark black and red in color, and a layer of black and gray flooded enamel on the skin.

Although it is not a famous utensil, it is of great significance to the Jiang clan, because this is the first batch of pottery of the clan!

"It's done!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed.

White Fang, who had been watching from the side, looked at Mu Feng's actions and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so happy?"

Mu Feng said with a smile: "The pottery has been made, and we don't need to use heavy containers like stone jars in the future."

"Really?" White Fang looked expectantly, "I want to try too!"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Of course you can, just wait."

Not far away, Mingguang came to see how the pottery was, but he was rejected by Mu Feng with a look.

His meaning is obvious: "If you should do your own business, don't join in the fun!"

Mingguang retreated angrily.

Mu Feng waited for the left and right, and finally when he reached out and approached the pottery and couldn't feel the heat, he carefully placed the pottery in the stone jar to speed up the cooling.

There was no overreaction in the stone jar, but the temperature of the water was still a little high.

After washing it back and forth several times, Mu Feng picked up a pottery bowl, weighed it in his hand, and knocked it twice to make sure that the sound was the same as the one he remembered, and then he grinned.

"Hahaha, it's really done!" He laughed and scooped up a bowl of water with a pottery bowl, which felt much lighter than a stone pot.

"Come on, White Fang, try it too!" said Mu Feng, and handed the pottery bowl to White Fang.

White Fang raised his hands in a gesture, and was about to continue.

Mu Feng laughed and said: "" This is not a stone pot, don't be so troublesome! "

"Ah?" White Fang took it and whispered, "This... pottery is so light, it doesn't feel like a lot of effort!"

Surprised on her pretty face, she looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Brother Mu Feng, can you give me this pottery bowl?

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"Yes!" Mu Feng laughed loudly, "This is just the first batch of trials. Soon, everyone in our tribe will use this kind of portable pottery!"

After speaking, he looked at the basin-sized pot again: "Let's try this pot!"

After he cooled the pot with water, he gently held it with both hands.

It was incredible to White Fang.

Because of the same big stone pot, she could never hold it before!

"This is a clay pot!" Mu Feng was satisfied with White Fang's surprised reaction, hehe laughed.

(End of this chapter)

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