Chapter 77
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Because he had something on his mind, Mu Feng got up early in the morning.
He boiled the eggs himself, and it took him a lot of effort to eat them. He said bitterly, "When I finish the clay pots, I'll throw away all these stone pots!"
After eating "breakfast", he went to call Ming Guang, Li Hu, Bai Ya, Shuo Feng and others over.
After he planned to teach these few people, he didn't have to do these things anymore. After all, there were so many people in a tribe, and he couldn't handle it alone.
Considering the size of the cave dwelling and the time it takes to burn the kiln, Mufeng plans to "try it out" by choosing a few commonly used and simple containers.
After several people came to Mufeng's cave, they looked at Mufeng curiously, knowing that he was going to make new things, and they were all looking forward to it.
"Brother Mufeng, what are you going to do?" Bai Fang asked sweetly.
"You'll know later!" Mu Feng laughed, "You all look carefully, and if you don't understand, please ask me. I will teach you to do these things in the future!"
"Today I'm going to teach you how to make pottery, which can be used to hold things, and can also be used to hold rice and stew soup!"
"But don't we have stone jars now?" White Fang asked, his big eyes were full of puzzlement, "It's still strong!"
Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "But it's too heavy and inconvenient! Today I'll teach you how 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 ball. When kneading the clay, the main method is to knead out the air bubbles in the mud as much as possible, so that the mud will be more compact. Otherwise, it will be easy to burn the pottery. split."
As Mu Feng said, he took out some yellow clay, poured it on the prepared bluestone board, poured some water, and began to knead repeatedly.
This step is all too familiar to Mu Feng.
When he was young, he would often dig red pond mud by the side of the mud pond in the countryside, knead and beat it repeatedly, and make a small bowl-shaped object with a thin bottom. When it falls hard to the ground, there will be an extremely crisp "pop" sound.
This is the red pond mud "throwing wa wa" game that rural children like most.
Anyone who has played knows that the technique and strength of rubbing mud are very important-this is one of the reasons why Mufeng made pottery for the first time.
At this time, the master pottery maker who taught him couldn't believe it, and bluntly said that he could fall out of the mud.
But the difference is that Mufeng needs to knead the mud for making pottery softer, so that the blank can be made later.
It took more than an hour just to knead the mud and wood wind, and several people felt that it was boring, so he started the second step of casting.
The so-called drawing is to put the kneaded clay on the drawing tool for shaping.
This places high demands on the skill of the potter.
If in the previous life, only a casting machine is needed, one hand holds the clay, and the other hand is responsible for casting.
But right now his casting is a homemade soil tool, and he has to find someone to help turn the disc.
Fortunately, there are quite a few people in front of them, so there is no shortage of labor.
"Who will help me turn this disc?" Mu Feng said with a smile.
Bai Fang excitedly leaned forward, smiled sweetly and said, "I'll come, I'll come!"
"Well, good!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Try to turn as fast as possible and keep consistent."
"Okay!" Bai Fang squatted down, turned the wooden plate with both hands and turned it quickly, and at the same time, his beautiful eyes remained motionless as he watched Mu Feng pull the billet.
I saw that Mu Feng first held his hands left and right, and gently placed them on the clay, keeping his posture unchanged.
As White Fang turned the disc quickly, an oval-shaped mud cube appeared between Mufeng's hands.
"Ah!" Bai Fang opened his eyes wide, seeing such a miraculous scene for the first time, he couldn't help exclaiming.
Mu Feng smiled, tightened his hands slightly, and further compressed the oval mud, making it more compact.
Then he held the clay with one hand, and held the thumb of the other hand with the other four fingers, with a distance of two to three centimeters between them. The four fingers directly inserted into the center of the mud, and then slowly closed, squeezed in the center of the mud. Make some space.
The prototype of a container has appeared, and anyone can see that this thing can hold things.
This time not only Bai Fang, but everyone else also watched what Mu Feng did with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing every detail.
Mu Feng smiled slightly, slowly closed the distance between his thumb and four fingers, and kept thinning the walls of the clay pot that had already taken shape.
After repeating this process, the mud finally turned into a clay pot. Mu Feng smiled and said, "It's alright, White Fang!"
As he said that, he picked up the hair of an unknown beast that he had prepared earlier, grabbed both ends with both hands, and pulled and cut it from the place where the bottom of the clay pot intersected with the wooden plate.
Then he gently picked up the formed clay pot and put it in a cool place near the cave.
The rough embryos of the freshly made clay pots cannot be exposed to the sun, but can only be dried naturally in the shade. This is a practice that has not changed for many years.
After drying in the shade, it can be sharpened, glazed, colored, and finally fired.
But for Mu Feng, pottery is now made for inconvenient use. There is no such thing as glazing and coloring, but the billet cannot be saved. After all, some small protrusions on the pot still need to be trimmed.
This is not a big problem for Mufeng, just wait for it to dry naturally.
(end of this chapter)
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Because he had something on his mind, Mu Feng got up early in the morning.
He boiled the eggs himself, and it took him a lot of effort to eat them. He said bitterly, "When I finish the clay pots, I'll throw away all these stone pots!"
After eating "breakfast", he went to call Ming Guang, Li Hu, Bai Ya, Shuo Feng and others over.
After he planned to teach these few people, he didn't have to do these things anymore. After all, there were so many people in a tribe, and he couldn't handle it alone.
Considering the size of the cave dwelling and the time it takes to burn the kiln, Mufeng plans to "try it out" by choosing a few commonly used and simple containers.
After several people came to Mufeng's cave, they looked at Mufeng curiously, knowing that he was going to make new things, and they were all looking forward to it.
"Brother Mufeng, what are you going to do?" Bai Fang asked sweetly.
"You'll know later!" Mu Feng laughed, "You all look carefully, and if you don't understand, please ask me. I will teach you to do these things in the future!"
"Today I'm going to teach you how to make pottery, which can be used to hold things, and can also be used to hold rice and stew soup!"
"But don't we have stone jars now?" White Fang asked, his big eyes were full of puzzlement, "It's still strong!"
Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "But it's too heavy and inconvenient! Today I'll teach you how 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 ball. When kneading the clay, the main method is to knead out the air bubbles in the mud as much as possible, so that the mud will be more compact. Otherwise, it will be easy to burn the pottery. split."
As Mu Feng said, he took out some yellow clay, poured it on the prepared bluestone board, poured some water, and began to knead repeatedly.
This step is all too familiar to Mu Feng.
When he was young, he would often dig red pond mud by the side of the mud pond in the countryside, knead and beat it repeatedly, and make a small bowl-shaped object with a thin bottom. When it falls hard to the ground, there will be an extremely crisp "pop" sound.
This is the red pond mud "throwing wa wa" game that rural children like most.
Anyone who has played knows that the technique and strength of rubbing mud are very important-this is one of the reasons why Mufeng made pottery for the first time.
At this time, the master pottery maker who taught him couldn't believe it, and bluntly said that he could fall out of the mud.
But the difference is that Mufeng needs to knead the mud for making pottery softer, so that the blank can be made later.
It took more than an hour just to knead the mud and wood wind, and several people felt that it was boring, so he started the second step of casting.
The so-called drawing is to put the kneaded clay on the drawing tool for shaping.
This places high demands on the skill of the potter.
If in the previous life, only a casting machine is needed, one hand holds the clay, and the other hand is responsible for casting.
But right now his casting is a homemade soil tool, and he has to find someone to help turn the disc.
Fortunately, there are quite a few people in front of them, so there is no shortage of labor.
"Who will help me turn this disc?" Mu Feng said with a smile.
Bai Fang excitedly leaned forward, smiled sweetly and said, "I'll come, I'll come!"
"Well, good!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Try to turn as fast as possible and keep consistent."
"Okay!" Bai Fang squatted down, turned the wooden plate with both hands and turned it quickly, and at the same time, his beautiful eyes remained motionless as he watched Mu Feng pull the billet.
I saw that Mu Feng first held his hands left and right, and gently placed them on the clay, keeping his posture unchanged.
As White Fang turned the disc quickly, an oval-shaped mud cube appeared between Mufeng's hands.
"Ah!" Bai Fang opened his eyes wide, seeing such a miraculous scene for the first time, he couldn't help exclaiming.
Mu Feng smiled, tightened his hands slightly, and further compressed the oval mud, making it more compact.
Then he held the clay with one hand, and held the thumb of the other hand with the other four fingers, with a distance of two to three centimeters between them. The four fingers directly inserted into the center of the mud, and then slowly closed, squeezed in the center of the mud. Make some space.
The prototype of a container has appeared, and anyone can see that this thing can hold things.
This time not only Bai Fang, but everyone else also watched what Mu Feng did with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing every detail.
Mu Feng smiled slightly, slowly closed the distance between his thumb and four fingers, and kept thinning the walls of the clay pot that had already taken shape.
After repeating this process, the mud finally turned into a clay pot. Mu Feng smiled and said, "It's alright, White Fang!"
As he said that, he picked up the hair of an unknown beast that he had prepared earlier, grabbed both ends with both hands, and pulled and cut it from the place where the bottom of the clay pot intersected with the wooden plate.
Then he gently picked up the formed clay pot and put it in a cool place near the cave.
The rough embryos of the freshly made clay pots cannot be exposed to the sun, but can only be dried naturally in the shade. This is a practice that has not changed for many years.
After drying in the shade, it can be sharpened, glazed, colored, and finally fired.
But for Mu Feng, pottery is now made for inconvenient use. There is no such thing as glazing and coloring, but the billet cannot be saved. After all, some small protrusions on the pot still need to be trimmed.
This is not a big problem for Mufeng, just wait for it to dry naturally.
(end of this chapter)
Because he had something on his mind, Mu Feng got up early in the morning. He boiled the eggs himself, and it took him a lot of effort to eat them. He said bitterly, "When I finish the clay pots, I'll throw away all these stone pots!" After eating "breakfast", he went to call Ming Guang, Li Hu, Bai Ya, Shuo Feng and others over. After he planned to teach these few people, he didn't have to do these things anymore. After all, there were so many people in a tribe, and he couldn't handle it alone. Considering the size of the cave dwelling and the time it takes to burn the kiln, Mufeng plans to "try it out" by choosing a few commonly used and simple containers. After several people came to Mufeng's cave, they looked at Mufeng curiously, knowing that he was going to make new things, and they were all looking forward to it. "Brother Mufeng, what are you going to do?" Bai Fang asked sweetly. "You'll know later!" Mu Feng laughed, "You all look carefully, and if you don't understand, please ask me. I will teach you to do these things in the future!" "Today I'm going to teach you how to make pottery, which can be used to hold things, and can also be used to hold rice and stew soup!" "But don't we have stone jars now?" White Fang asked, his big eyes were full of puzzlement, "It's still strong!" Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "But it's too heavy and inconvenient! Today I'll teach you how 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 ball. When kneading the clay, the main method is to knead out the air bubbles in the mud as much as possible, so that the mud will be more compact. Otherwise, it will be easy to burn the pottery. split." As Mu Feng said, he took out some yellow clay, poured it on the prepared bluestone board, poured some water, and began to knead repeatedly. This step is all too familiar to Mu Feng. When he was young, he would often dig red pond mud by the side of the mud pond in the countryside, knead and beat it repeatedly, and make a small bowl-shaped object with a thin bottom. When it falls hard to the ground, there will be an extremely crisp "pop" sound. This is the red pond mud "throwing wa wa" game that rural children like most. Anyone who has played knows that the technique and strength of rubbing mud are very important-this is one of the reasons why Mufeng made pottery for the first time. At this time, the master pottery maker who taught him couldn't believe it, and bluntly said that he could fall out of the mud. But the difference is that Mufeng needs to knead the mud for making pottery softer, so that the blank can be made later. It took more than an hour just to knead the mud and wood wind, and several people felt that it was boring, so he started the second step of casting. The so-called drawing is to put the kneaded clay on the drawing tool for shaping. This places high demands on the skill of the potter. If in the previous life, only a casting machine is needed, one hand holds the clay, and the other hand is responsible for casting. But right now his casting is a homemade soil tool, and he has to find someone to help turn the disc. Fortunately, there are quite a few people in front of them, so there is no shortage of labor. "Who will help me turn this disc?" Mu Feng said with a smile. Bai Fang excitedly leaned forward, smiled sweetly and said, "I'll come, I'll come!" "Well, good!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "Try to turn as fast as possible and keep consistent." "Okay!" Bai Fang squatted down, turned the wooden plate with both hands and turned it quickly, and at the same time, his beautiful eyes remained motionless as he watched Mu Feng pull the billet. I saw that Mu Feng first held his hands left and right, and gently placed them on the clay, keeping his posture unchanged. As White Fang turned the disc quickly, an oval-shaped mud cube appeared between Mufeng's hands. "Ah!" Bai Fang opened his eyes wide, seeing such a miraculous scene for the first time, he couldn't help exclaiming. Mu Feng smiled, tightened his hands slightly, and further compressed the oval mud, making it more compact. Then he held the clay with one hand, and held the thumb of the other hand with the other four fingers, with a distance of two to three centimeters between them. The four fingers directly inserted into the center of the mud, and then slowly closed, squeezed in the center of the mud. Make some space. The prototype of a container has appeared, and anyone can see that this thing can hold things. This time not only Bai Fang, but everyone else also watched what Mu Feng did with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing every detail. Mu Feng smiled slightly, slowly closed the distance between his thumb and four fingers, and kept thinning the walls of the clay pot that had already taken shape. After repeating this process, the mud finally turned into a clay pot. Mu Feng smiled and said, "It's alright, White Fang!" As he said that, he picked up the hair of an unknown beast that he had prepared earlier, grabbed both ends with both hands, and pulled and cut it from the place where the bottom of the clay pot intersected with the wooden plate. Then he gently picked up the formed clay pot and put it in a cool place near the cave. The rough embryos of the freshly made clay pots cannot be exposed to the sun, but can only be dried naturally in the shade. This is a practice that has not changed for many years. After drying in the shade, it can be sharpened, glazed, colored, and finally fired. But for Mu Feng, pottery is now made for inconvenient use. There is no such thing as glazing and coloring, but the billet cannot be saved. After all, some small protrusions on the pot still need to be trimmed. This is not a big problem for Mufeng, just wait for it to dry naturally. end of this chapter
