Chapter 26: Hancheng Pottery

　　 was excited when he saw the fish in the river. After all, this was a turning point in his gloomy life.
　　 Watching as he walked to the river with a tree branch and was about to slap a few times at the fish inside, Han Cheng called out the harpoon addicted guy.
　　 Han Cheng asked everyone to remove the grass in a one-meter circle he had circled.
　　 Then limped, the Heiwa and Heiwa used a multifunctional weapon that can be used for hunting and self-defense, as well as a pointed tree stick, to dig the soil.
　　 Pottery is different from porcelain. Pottery is not very particular about the use of soil. Generally, the soil that can only stick together can be fired into pottery.
　　 This is also the main reason why in the ancient civilizations discovered, pottery is spread all over the world, and further porcelain is only available in our country.
　　 I have seen the Tu Hancheng here. It has good viscosity and can be used for pottery.
　　 And the reason why he chose the location of pottery to be near the river instead of the cave is because pottery is not particular about soil, but it needs water and mud.
　　 Just relying on the cumbersome things in the tribe that can barely be seen as bowls and stone basins to fill the water from the river, and then transport the mud, it is too difficult.
The soil was dug a layer, Han Cheng stopped the lameness and the movement of the black baby, took a few leaves from the river and poured water on the puffed soil, and then began to squat and muddy under the gaze of the crowd. .
The limping and the seven students who followed, their eyes widened when they saw this scene. They didn't understand, the son of God called them out, so that they solemnly let them look aside, just to make themselves wait for others. Watch him play with mud?
　　 Still saying that the son of God should teach himself and others to play in the mud?
　　 Just, who hasn't played this mud before!
　　 Every time it is not cold, after the rain stops, digging outside the cave is their favorite thing to do.
　　 Could it be said that the son of God can still play new tricks with this mud?
　　 They were puzzled.
However, because the Son of God often came up with some novel and useful things on weekdays, they were very respectful of the Son of God. Although they were puzzled, no one spoke out, and no one showed disdain to come out, but according to the son of God. Confessed, watching the child play in the mud.
　　 Of course, I don’t know if I take it seriously or not.
　　 Han Cheng ignored what they would think, but made the mud into lumps on his own, then broke a piece of continuous tape and kneaded it into a round cake with a diameter of ten centimeters.
　　 Then put the round cake on the stone flakes that they had picked up halfway in advance. The stone flakes were padded with a layer of dead grass to prevent the mud from sticking to the stone in time.
Then Han Cheng went on to take the mud and twist them into mud sticks about half a centimeter thick, and circle the edges of the round mud bottom on the stone slices upwards, and finally stop at a place about five or six centimeters high. under.
　　 The crowd watching around the side looked at this small-mouthed muddy thing, no longer had that contempt at the beginning.
　　 The son of God called them, it really wasn't just playing with mud.
　　 Han Cheng took this thing that could barely be called a bowl, and took a break to make it look more like a bowl.
　　 then motioned to Heiwa to come to the river with leaves and bring some water over.
　　The muddy mud hasn't been used up yet, and Heiwa doesn't understand what the son needs water for, but he still did.
Han Cheng lifted some of the water held by the black baby with his hands, and slid it on the ceramic embryo, and then carefully wiped it back and forth on the rough ceramic embryo with wet hands. With his movements, the ceramic embryo was still The imprints that are still obvious gradually become smaller and eventually smooth out.
　　 This is a meticulous work that requires extra care, but even if you are careful, Han Cheng is the first time to do this by himself. His hands are very raw, and sometimes a mark will be made if he is not careful.
　　 But anyway, after spending almost thirty minutes, a bowl of dough still appeared in front of everyone.
　　 Although the bottom of this bowl is a bit bigger, the mouth of the bowl is a little smaller, the left and right sides of the mouth of the bowl are not generally high, and they are flat and round, but this can barely be called a bowl.
　　 After all, this is in the primitive age, so don’t be so demanding.
　　 "This is what I want to give you today! We can use it to drink water, serve rice, and even boil eggs..."
　　 Han Shenzi, with muddy hands, looked at the bowl and gave an impromptu speech. Of course, it is impossible for someone who has only studied Mandarin with him for about two months to understand all Han Cheng's words.
　　 They don’t understand what they mean, such as ‘boiled eggs’.
　　 But they still understood what the child meant.
　　 Even the most convincing limp, his eyes widened, he really couldn't understand how to use this weird thing to drink water.
　　 This is all made of mud. Whenever it encounters water, isn't it all broken?
　　 Even if it's not bad, you have to lose half of your mouth in one bite!
This……
　　 How can these muddy things be used for water to eat!
　　 Han Cheng, who was a little excited, talked about it for a long time there~EbookFREE.me~ and turned around and found that all these people looked at themselves with dull faces and then looked at this pottery bowl.
　　Han Cheng believed that if he hadn't had the name of a son, and he had done a lot of magical things in the past, these guys would definitely look at fools more clearly.
　　 "Whatever you look at, follow what I just did, and now I do it!"
　　 Han Cheng, who was not able to hang on his face, sniffed his nose, yelled angrily at everyone, and then everyone ignored him and continued playing with his own mud.
　　 "噗嗤"
　　 I don't know who can't help it anymore, he laughed first, and then there was a scream of ‘puff’.
These minors, who have been studying with Han Cheng for so long, have never seen the calm and seemingly omniscient child who has always shown such embarrassment. After that laughter, the rest of them couldn't bear it. The one who lived then laughed.
　　 "A bunch of bastards! Laugh at me now, and in a few days I will let you see the means of seeing the son of God."
　　 Han Cheng grumbled in his heart rather depressed, and habitually touched his nose with his hands, but a piece of mud was stuck on his nose.
　　 The little who saw this scene smiled happily, even the lame smiled and blushed with a thick neck.
　　 Smile back to laugh, but the work that should be done still needs to be done. Since the son of God wants them to do this, then they just follow it.
　　 Whether the mud can be used for drinking water is not important, but it is fun.
　　Especially today, I can see the embarrassment of the mysterious and solemn son of God. It is worth doing more useless work.
　　 What's more, they really have nothing to do except for the divine language divine words that the son of God recently produced to learn.