Chapter 86
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In the morning of the next day, Mufeng went to see the situation in the tribe. The toilet had been built and was ready for use.
In order to prevent the clansmen from getting confused, he erected a bamboo next to the men's toilet and two bamboos next to the women's toilet, and ordered Li Hu to inform him, and then he went back to check how the pottery was drying in the shade.
He hadn't just arrived at the cave when he saw Bai Fang trotting and shouting at him: "Brother Mufeng, brother Mufeng!"
"What's wrong?" Mu Feng was surprised, "What's the matter?"
Bai Fang was out of breath, and she could see that Bolan's chest was heaving and unsteady, her pretty face was flushed, she pouted her mouth and finally lowered her head and asked, "Well...how do I use the toilet?"
"What?" Mu Feng only felt that he had heard it wrong, and his head was a little dazed, and then he gave Bai Fang an extremely strange look, and found that she was already too ashamed.
Mu Feng only felt his head was big, looked left and right, no one was there, and quickly drew two pits on the ground, then stood on them, one on the left and one on the right, and said quickly: "That's it, step on one with one foot, then squat down , I don’t need to teach you the rest, do you?”
"En!" Bai Fang's voice was like a gnat, his pretty face was flushed, and he ran away as if he was running for his life.
Mu Feng himself also felt a sense of shame welling up in his heart: "What the hell, I teach women how to go to the toilet, what and what!"
It’s all about complaining, but what should be done still has to be done. He carefully turned over the finished pottery, and it was already dried in the shade. He estimated that it would be ready to enter the kiln after another day and a half.
He lightly tried the touch on it with his hand.
"It's a day or two earlier than I expected. It seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery is drying quickly." Mu Feng said to himself, "It seems that some glaze is needed, otherwise the surface of the fired pottery will not be as good. Smooth and easy to peel."
He thought about the knowledge that his old master taught him when he was teaching him how to make pottery, various advanced glazes, and various glaze methods.
But one of the simplest glazes is also the most readily available - plant ash.
And the master craftsman also told him that the enamel of grass and wood ash is also divided into high and low.
The gray matter is whitish and looks light at worst, the gray matter is gray or even dark gray, and it feels like stone powder in the hand is the best.
Other things might be difficult for him to find, but plant ash couldn't be easier.
Bai Fang had just collected plant ash to sprinkle the chicken coops, and there was still a lot left.
Mu Feng went directly to Bai Ya, and asked for the ashes to go back and deal with them himself.
Sieving glaze is the same as kneading soil, and it is better to be fine.
Mu Feng first poured a pile of ashes on the ground, took a piece of bamboo and patted the ashes lightly, so that the ashes would sink to the bottom tightly, and the top was covered with a layer of floating ash.
The wooden wind blows gently, causing the floating ash to fly away, and the dust is flying around.
Bai Fang waved his hands wildly, his pretty face was full of puzzlement: "Brother Mufeng, why are you blowing ashes when you have nothing to do?"
Mu Feng said apologetically: "Sorry, you will find out later."
As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo slices and gently scraped off the large particles of ash on the remaining ash surface, and the remaining ash appeared to be very fine.
At first glance, it looks like finely ground gray flour.
He picked up the gauze from before, put the ash on the gauze, sifted it out bit by bit, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine plant ash.
Looking at the light gray color, and the plant ash with a sense of precipitation in his hands, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, I can only pick generals from the cripples, which is considered the best of the plant ash!"
"Cripple, General?" Bai Fang was puzzled, his big eyes blinked, "Brother Mufeng, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "The ash is useful!"
"What's the use?" White Fang became more curious.
"I'm going to use it as a glaze and put it on these pottery! That way the pottery will come out shiny and work well!"
Bai Fang was stunned for a while when he heard this, he didn't understand what Mu Feng was talking about at all.
Seeing her interested yet dazed look, Mu Feng couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and continued with the work in hand.
The method of glazing plant ash has existed since ancient times. The ratio of ash to water is different, and the color of the fired pottery will also be different, such as smoky gray, ink color, dark green and so on.
The most famous one Mu Feng has heard is "51 Shades of Grey".
However, although he has learned about these things, he is really a monk who got married halfway, and he is really not good at making pottery.
Fortunately, his requirements are not high, as long as the pottery can be used, it is fine.
As for what color can be burned, it depends on God's will.
Because there was a lot of ash sifted out, and Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the lack of enamel on the pottery would affect the quality, so he directly mixed it in the muddy way.
After stirring for a long time, I also felt that it was indeed a bit thick, so I had to add more water and continue stirring.
Unexpectedly, his behavior in this way was very meaningful in Bai Fang's eyes.
She watched Mu Feng muttering indistinctly, adding water and making gestures, and she was worried about Mu Feng for a while.
She frowned slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were full of distress.
But Mu Feng didn't notice this, he took a smaller pottery that had already been shaded, gently pinched it and turned it around in the stone pot, and looked at it, the glaze on it was relatively even.
"Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed, "Open the kiln!"
(end of this chapter)
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In the morning of the next day, Mufeng went to see the situation in the tribe. The toilet had been built and was ready for use.
In order to prevent the clansmen from getting confused, he erected a bamboo next to the men's toilet and two bamboos next to the women's toilet, and ordered Li Hu to inform him, and then he went back to check how the pottery was drying in the shade.
He hadn't just arrived at the cave when he saw Bai Fang trotting and shouting at him: "Brother Mufeng, brother Mufeng!"
"What's wrong?" Mu Feng was surprised, "What's the matter?"
Bai Fang was out of breath, and she could see that Bolan's chest was heaving and unsteady, her pretty face was flushed, she pouted her mouth and finally lowered her head and asked, "Well...how do I use the toilet?"
"What?" Mu Feng only felt that he had heard it wrong, and his head was a little dazed, and then he gave Bai Fang an extremely strange look, and found that she was already too ashamed.
Mu Feng only felt his head was big, looked left and right, no one was there, and quickly drew two pits on the ground, then stood on them, one on the left and one on the right, and said quickly: "That's it, step on one with one foot, then squat down , I don’t need to teach you the rest, do you?”
"En!" Bai Fang's voice was like a gnat, his pretty face was flushed, and he ran away as if he was running for his life.
Mu Feng himself also felt a sense of shame welling up in his heart: "What the hell, I teach women how to go to the toilet, what and what!"
It’s all about complaining, but what should be done still has to be done. He carefully turned over the finished pottery, and it was already dried in the shade. He estimated that it would be ready to enter the kiln after another day and a half.
He lightly tried the touch on it with his hand.
"It's a day or two earlier than I expected. It seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery is drying quickly." Mu Feng said to himself, "It seems that some glaze is needed, otherwise the surface of the fired pottery will not be as good. Smooth and easy to peel."
He thought about the knowledge that his old master taught him when he was teaching him how to make pottery, various advanced glazes, and various glaze methods.
But one of the simplest glazes is also the most readily available - plant ash.
And the master craftsman also told him that the enamel of grass and wood ash is also divided into high and low.
The gray matter is whitish and looks light at worst, the gray matter is gray or even dark gray, and it feels like stone powder in the hand is the best.
Other things might be difficult for him to find, but plant ash couldn't be easier.
Bai Fang had just collected plant ash to sprinkle the chicken coops, and there was still a lot left.
Mu Feng went directly to Bai Ya, and asked for the ashes to go back and deal with them himself.
Sieving glaze is the same as kneading soil, and it is better to be fine.
Mu Feng first poured a pile of ashes on the ground, took a piece of bamboo and patted the ashes lightly, so that the ashes would sink to the bottom tightly, and the top was covered with a layer of floating ash.
The wooden wind blows gently, causing the floating ash to fly away, and the dust is flying around.
Bai Fang waved his hands wildly, his pretty face was full of puzzlement: "Brother Mufeng, why are you blowing ashes when you have nothing to do?"
Mu Feng said apologetically: "Sorry, you will find out later."
As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo slices and gently scraped off the large particles of ash on the remaining ash surface, and the remaining ash appeared to be very fine.
At first glance, it looks like finely ground gray flour.
He picked up the gauze from before, put the ash on the gauze, sifted it out bit by bit, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine plant ash.
Looking at the light gray color, and the plant ash with a sense of precipitation in his hands, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, I can only pick generals from the cripples, which is considered the best of the plant ash!"
"Cripple, General?" Bai Fang was puzzled, his big eyes blinked, "Brother Mufeng, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "The ash is useful!"
"What's the use?" White Fang became more curious.
"I'm going to use it as a glaze and put it on these pottery! That way the pottery will come out shiny and work well!"
Bai Fang was stunned for a while when he heard this, he didn't understand what Mu Feng was talking about at all.
Seeing her interested yet dazed look, Mu Feng couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and continued with the work in hand.
The method of glazing plant ash has existed since ancient times. The ratio of ash to water is different, and the color of the fired pottery will also be different, such as smoky gray, ink color, dark green and so on.
The most famous one Mu Feng has heard is "51 Shades of Grey".
However, although he has learned about these things, he is really a monk who got married halfway, and he is really not good at making pottery.
Fortunately, his requirements are not high, as long as the pottery can be used, it is fine.
As for what color can be burned, it depends on God's will.
Because there was a lot of ash sifted out, and Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the lack of enamel on the pottery would affect the quality, so he directly mixed it in the muddy way.
After stirring for a long time, I also felt that it was indeed a bit thick, so I had to add more water and continue stirring.
Unexpectedly, his behavior in this way was very meaningful in Bai Fang's eyes.
She watched Mu Feng muttering indistinctly, adding water and making gestures, and she was worried about Mu Feng for a while.
She frowned slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were full of distress.
But Mu Feng didn't notice this, he took a smaller pottery that had already been shaded, gently pinched it and turned it around in the stone pot, and looked at it, the glaze on it was relatively even.
"Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed, "Open the kiln!"
(end of this chapter)
In the morning of the next day, Mufeng went to see the situation in the tribe. The toilet had been built and was ready for use. In order to prevent the clansmen from getting confused, he erected a bamboo next to the men's toilet and two bamboos next to the women's toilet, and ordered Li Hu to inform him, and then he went back to check how the pottery was drying in the shade. He hadn't just arrived at the cave when he saw Bai Fang trotting and shouting at him: "Brother Mufeng, brother Mufeng!" "What's wrong?" Mu Feng was surprised, "What's the matter?" Bai Fang was out of breath, and she could see that Bolan's chest was heaving and unsteady, her pretty face was flushed, she pouted her mouth and finally lowered her head and asked, "Well...how do I use the toilet?" "What?" Mu Feng only felt that he had heard it wrong, and his head was a little dazed, and then he gave Bai Fang an extremely strange look, and found that she was already too ashamed. Mu Feng only felt his head was big, looked left and right, no one was there, and quickly drew two pits on the ground, then stood on them, one on the left and one on the right, and said quickly: "That's it, step on one with one foot, then squat down , I don't need to teach you the rest, do you? "En!" Bai Fang's voice was like a gnat, his pretty face was flushed, and he ran away as if he was running for his life. Mu Feng himself also felt a sense of shame welling up in his heart: "What the hell, I teach women how to go to the toilet, what and what!" It's all about complaining, but what should be done still has to be done. He carefully turned over the finished pottery, and it was already dried in the shade. He estimated that it would be ready to enter the kiln after another day and a half. He lightly tried the touch on it with his hand. "It's a day or two earlier than I expected. It seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery is drying quickly." Mu Feng said to himself, "It seems that some glaze is needed, otherwise the surface of the fired pottery will not be as good. Smooth and easy to peel." He thought about the knowledge that his old master taught him when he was teaching him how to make pottery, various advanced glazes, and various glaze methods. But one of the simplest glazes is also the most readily available - plant ash. And the master craftsman also told him that the enamel of grass and wood ash is also divided into high and low. The gray matter is whitish and looks light at worst, the gray matter is gray or even dark gray, and it feels like stone powder in the hand is the best. Other things might be difficult for him to find, but plant ash couldn't be easier. Bai Fang had just collected plant ash to sprinkle the chicken coops, and there was still a lot left. Mu Feng went directly to Bai Ya, and asked for the ashes to go back and deal with them himself. Sieving glaze is the same as kneading soil, and it is better to be fine. Mu Feng first poured a pile of ashes on the ground, took a piece of bamboo and patted the ashes lightly, so that the ashes would sink to the bottom tightly, and the top was covered with a layer of floating ash. The wooden wind blows gently, causing the floating ash to fly away, and the dust is flying around. Bai Fang waved his hands wildly, his pretty face was full of puzzlement: "Brother Mufeng, why are you blowing ashes when you have nothing to do?" Mu Feng said apologetically: "Sorry, you will find out later." As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo slices and gently scraped off the large particles of ash on the remaining ash surface, and the remaining ash appeared to be very fine. At first glance, it looks like finely ground gray flour. He picked up the gauze from before, put the ash on the gauze, sifted it out bit by bit, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine plant ash. Looking at the light gray color, and the plant ash with a sense of precipitation in his hands, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, I can only pick generals from the cripples, which is considered the best of the plant ash!" "Cripple, General?" Bai Fang was puzzled, his big eyes blinked, "Brother Mufeng, what are you talking about?" "Nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "The ash is useful!" "What's the use?" White Fang became more curious. "I'm going to use it as a glaze and put it on these pottery! That way the pottery will come out shiny and work well!" Bai Fang was stunned for a while when he heard this, he didn't understand what Mu Feng was talking about at all. Seeing her interested yet dazed look, Mu Feng couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and continued with the work in hand. The method of glazing plant ash has existed since ancient times. The ratio of ash to water is different, and the color of the fired pottery will also be different, such as smoky gray, ink color, dark green and so on. The most famous one Mu Feng has heard is "51 Shades of Grey". However, although he has learned about these things, he is really a monk who got married halfway, and he is really not good at making pottery. Fortunately, his requirements are not high, as long as the pottery can be used, it is fine. As for what color can be burned, it depends on God's will. Because there was a lot of ash sifted out, and Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the lack of enamel on the pottery would affect the quality, so he directly mixed it in the muddy way. After stirring for a long time, I also felt that it was indeed a bit thick, so I had to add more water and continue stirring. Unexpectedly, his behavior in this way was very meaningful in Bai Fang's eyes. She watched Mu Feng muttering indistinctly, adding water and making gestures, and she was worried about Mu Feng for a while. She frowned slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were full of distress. But Mu Feng didn't notice this, he took a smaller pottery that had already been shaded, gently pinched it and turned it around in the stone pot, and looked at it, the glaze on it was relatively even. "Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed, "Open the kiln!" end of this chapter
