Chapter 89
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Mu Feng's hint is enough for Han Shu to understand, but it doesn't break the point. As long as Han Shu thinks it through before shooting arrows, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Sure enough, after Han Shu thought about it for a while, the light in his eyes gradually brightened.
Without saying a word, he frowned and fixedly stared at the leaf that Mu Feng had mentioned, for a long while without blinking his eyes.
"Brother Mufeng!" Bai Fang asked in a low voice, his pretty face was full of doubts, "What is he doing standing there?"
"Hush!" Mu Feng made a silent gesture, and said with a smile, "Just wait and see!"
Sure enough, not long after, Han Shu took a deep breath, picked up the bow, put on the arrow, narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the bow, and "swish" an arrow at the leaf.
Not surprisingly, the arrow went straight through the leaf!
Everyone was shocked!
"Cold tree!"
"Han Shu can be so powerful!"
Everyone was shocked by Han Shu's archery skills.
On the other hand, Han Shu didn't make a sound at this time, but frowned on the spot, thinking carefully, obviously recalling the feeling of the arrow just now.
"En!" Mu Feng smiled, raised his hand to signal everyone not to make noise, and let Han Shu feel it himself.
Everyone immediately became angry.
After a long while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrow, and saluted with one knee and one hand: "Thank you, Great Chief, for your guidance!"
Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, your comprehension is good!"
Han Shu stood up and said seriously: "But I still can't shoot arrows as fast as the great chief!"
Mu Feng smiled: "Don't worry about it right now, now that you have mastered the trick, you can get faster and faster with more practice!"
"Yes!" Han Shu nodded solemnly.
People around cast admiring glances at Han Shu, and at the same time became more and more in awe of Mu Feng.
Just now, Han Shu was about the same as them, after a few words of guidance from the great chief, now he can shoot arrows at the constantly shaking leaves?
Since he can shoot leaves, does that mean he can also shoot birds?
And all of this was just because of a few words from the great chief.
The tribe has always admired the strong, and this has nothing to do with age.
Especially the archery skill of the great chief just now is obviously far above the cold tree, how can this not make them awe?
"Okay, everyone has seen it, as long as we practice hard and can set the target, the great chief will teach us, and then we will be like Han Shu!" Ming Guang yelled at the right time.
Not to mention, after he yelled like this, the fighting spirit of the already high-spirited hunting team fighters rose again, yelling "Hurry up, hurry up", and scrambled to practice first.
Here Mu Feng finally had time to sit on the ground to rest for a while, and added some charcoal to the cave.
He reckoned that the charcoal fire could be turned off for pottery after it was burned.
Through the small holes deliberately left in the cave, one can see that the pottery inside has been burned to the same color as the flame.
He reckoned that the enamel and pottery clay should be oxidized, and that which should be coated was also coated, so he stopped the charcoal fire and waited for the temperature of the cave to cool down. Then he took a shovel and opened the cave door, revealing 18 pieces of pottery inside. Come.
To Mu Feng's surprise, three of the eighteen pottery burned and cracked, and they were all small bowls that were too thin.
He carefully dipped the pre-prepared green bamboo rack into the water to clamp the pottery, but there was still a "squeak" sound from the bamboo clamp.
He took out the pottery one by one, and looked at it carefully while it was cooling.
The fifteen pieces of pottery are all in good condition, even in texture, dark and reddish in color, and covered with a layer of black and gray flood glaze.
Although it is not a famous vessel handed down from generation to generation, it is of great significance to the Jiang clan, because this is the tribe's first batch of pottery!
"It's done!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed.
Bai Fang, who had been watching from the side, watched Mu Feng's actions, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you so happy?"
Mu Feng smiled and said: "The pottery has been made, and we don't need to use such heavy containers as stone jars in the future."
"Really?" White Fang looked expectant, "I want to try too!"
Mu Feng smiled and said, "Of course, you can just wait."
Ming Guang who was not far away wanted to come over to see how the pottery was doing, but Mu Feng refused to go back with a look at him.
His meaning is obvious: "Don't join in the fun when you should do your own business!"
Ming Guang retreated angrily.
Mu Feng waited and waited, and finally when he reached out and approached the pottery and could not feel the heat, he carefully placed the pottery in the stone jar to speed up the cooling.
There is no excessive reaction in the stone jar, but the temperature of the water is still a bit high.
After washing it back and forth several times, Mu Feng picked up a clay bowl, weighed it in his hand, and knocked it twice to make sure that the sound was the same as the one in his memory, then he grinned.
"Hahaha, it's really done!" He laughed and scooped up a bowl of water with a clay bowl, which felt much lighter than a stone jar.
"Come on, Bai Fang, you have a try too!" As he said, Mu Feng handed the pottery bowl to Bai Fang.
White Fang made a gesture of lifting with both hands, and was about to continue.
Mu Feng laughed loudly and said: "This is not a stone jar, don't be so troublesome!"
"Ah?" Bai Fang took it over and whispered, "This... pottery is so light, it doesn't feel like much effort!"
Her pretty face was full of surprise, and she looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Brother Mu Feng, can you give me this pottery bowl?"
"Yes!" Mu Feng laughed loudly, "This is just the first trial. People in our tribe will use this portable pottery soon!"
As he spoke, he looked at the clay pot the size of a washbasin again: "Come and try this clay pot!"
After he cooled the pot with water, he gently picked it up with both hands.
This seemed incredible to White Fang.
Because of the same big stone jar, she absolutely couldn't hold it up before!
"This is the clay pot!" Mu Feng was very satisfied with Bai Fang's surprised reaction, and laughed.
(end of this chapter)
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Mu Feng's hint is enough for Han Shu to understand, but it doesn't break the point. As long as Han Shu thinks it through before shooting arrows, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Sure enough, after Han Shu thought about it for a while, the light in his eyes gradually brightened.
Without saying a word, he frowned and fixedly stared at the leaf that Mu Feng had mentioned, for a long while without blinking his eyes.
"Brother Mufeng!" Bai Fang asked in a low voice, his pretty face was full of doubts, "What is he doing standing there?"
"Hush!" Mu Feng made a silent gesture, and said with a smile, "Just wait and see!"
Sure enough, not long after, Han Shu took a deep breath, picked up the bow, put on the arrow, narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the bow, and "swish" an arrow at the leaf.
Not surprisingly, the arrow went straight through the leaf!
Everyone was shocked!
"Cold tree!"
"Han Shu can be so powerful!"
Everyone was shocked by Han Shu's archery skills.
On the other hand, Han Shu didn't make a sound at this time, but frowned on the spot, thinking carefully, obviously recalling the feeling of the arrow just now.
"En!" Mu Feng smiled, raised his hand to signal everyone not to make noise, and let Han Shu feel it himself.
Everyone immediately became angry.
After a long while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrow, and saluted with one knee and one hand: "Thank you, Great Chief, for your guidance!"
Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, your comprehension is good!"
Han Shu stood up and said seriously: "But I still can't shoot arrows as fast as the great chief!"
Mu Feng smiled: "Don't worry about it right now, now that you have mastered the trick, you can get faster and faster with more practice!"
"Yes!" Han Shu nodded solemnly.
People around cast admiring glances at Han Shu, and at the same time became more and more in awe of Mu Feng.
Just now, Han Shu was about the same as them, after a few words of guidance from the great chief, now he can shoot arrows at the constantly shaking leaves?
Since he can shoot leaves, does that mean he can also shoot birds?
And all of this was just because of a few words from the great chief.
The tribe has always admired the strong, and this has nothing to do with age.
Especially the archery skill of the great chief just now is obviously far above the cold tree, how can this not make them awe?
"Okay, everyone has seen it, as long as we practice hard and can set the target, the great chief will teach us, and then we will be like Han Shu!" Ming Guang yelled at the right time.
Not to mention, after he yelled like this, the fighting spirit of the already high-spirited hunting team fighters rose again, yelling "Hurry up, hurry up", and scrambled to practice first.
Here Mu Feng finally had time to sit on the ground to rest for a while, and added some charcoal to the cave.
He reckoned that the charcoal fire could be turned off for pottery after it was burned.
Through the small holes deliberately left in the cave, one can see that the pottery inside has been burned to the same color as the flame.
He reckoned that the enamel and pottery clay should be oxidized, and that which should be coated was also coated, so he stopped the charcoal fire and waited for the temperature of the cave to cool down. Then he took a shovel and opened the cave door, revealing 18 pieces of pottery inside. Come.
To Mu Feng's surprise, three of the eighteen pottery burned and cracked, and they were all small bowls that were too thin.
He carefully dipped the pre-prepared green bamboo rack into the water to clamp the pottery, but there was still a "squeak" sound from the bamboo clamp.
He took out the pottery one by one, and looked at it carefully while it was cooling.
The fifteen pieces of pottery are all in good condition, even in texture, dark and reddish in color, and covered with a layer of black and gray flood glaze.
Although it is not a famous vessel handed down from generation to generation, it is of great significance to the Jiang clan, because this is the tribe's first batch of pottery!
"It's done!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed.
Bai Fang, who had been watching from the side, watched Mu Feng's actions, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you so happy?"
Mu Feng smiled and said: "The pottery has been made, and we don't need to use such heavy containers as stone jars in the future."
"Really?" White Fang looked expectant, "I want to try too!"
Mu Feng smiled and said, "Of course, you can just wait."
Ming Guang who was not far away wanted to come over to see how the pottery was doing, but Mu Feng refused to go back with a look at him.
His meaning is obvious: "Don't join in the fun when you should do your own business!"
Ming Guang retreated angrily.
Mu Feng waited and waited, and finally when he reached out and approached the pottery and could not feel the heat, he carefully placed the pottery in the stone jar to speed up the cooling.
There is no excessive reaction in the stone jar, but the temperature of the water is still a bit high.
After washing it back and forth several times, Mu Feng picked up a clay bowl, weighed it in his hand, and knocked it twice to make sure that the sound was the same as the one in his memory, then he grinned.
"Hahaha, it's really done!" He laughed and scooped up a bowl of water with a clay bowl, which felt much lighter than a stone jar.
"Come on, Bai Fang, you have a try too!" As he said, Mu Feng handed the pottery bowl to Bai Fang.
White Fang made a gesture of lifting with both hands, and was about to continue.
Mu Feng laughed loudly and said: "This is not a stone jar, don't be so troublesome!"
"Ah?" Bai Fang took it over and whispered, "This... pottery is so light, it doesn't feel like much effort!"
Her pretty face was full of surprise, and she looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Brother Mu Feng, can you give me this pottery bowl?"
"Yes!" Mu Feng laughed loudly, "This is just the first trial. People in our tribe will use this portable pottery soon!"
As he spoke, he looked at the clay pot the size of a washbasin again: "Come and try this clay pot!"
After he cooled the pot with water, he gently picked it up with both hands.
This seemed incredible to White Fang.
Because of the same big stone jar, she absolutely couldn't hold it up before!
"This is the clay pot!" Mu Feng was very satisfied with Bai Fang's surprised reaction, and laughed.
(end of this chapter)
Mu Feng's hint is enough for Han Shu to understand, but it doesn't break the point. As long as Han Shu thinks it through before shooting arrows, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. Sure enough, after Han Shu thought about it for a while, the light in his eyes gradually brightened. Without saying a word, he frowned and fixedly stared at the leaf that Mu Feng had mentioned, for a long while without blinking his eyes. "Brother Mufeng!" Bai Fang asked in a low voice, his pretty face was full of doubts, "What is he doing standing there?" "Hush!" Mu Feng made a silent gesture, and said with a smile, "Just wait and see!" Sure enough, not long after, Han Shu took a deep breath, picked up the bow, put on the arrow, narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the bow, and "swish" an arrow at the leaf. Not surprisingly, the arrow went straight through the leaf! Everyone was shocked! "Cold tree!" "Han Shu can be so powerful!" Everyone was shocked by Han Shu's archery skills. On the other hand, Han Shu didn't make a sound at this time, but frowned on the spot, thinking carefully, obviously recalling the feeling of the arrow just now. "En!" Mu Feng smiled, raised his hand to signal everyone not to make noise, and let Han Shu feel it himself. Everyone immediately became angry. After a long while, Han Shu respectfully put down his bow and arrow, and saluted with one knee and one hand: "Thank you, Great Chief, for your guidance!" Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay, get up, your comprehension is good!" Han Shu stood up and said seriously: "But I still can't shoot arrows as fast as the great chief!" Mu Feng smiled: "Don't worry about it right now, now that you have mastered the trick, you can get faster and faster with more practice!" "Yes!" Han Shu nodded solemnly. People around cast admiring glances at Han Shu, and at the same time became more and more in awe of Mu Feng. Just now, Han Shu was about the same as them, after a few words of guidance from the great chief, now he can shoot arrows at the constantly shaking leaves? Since he can shoot leaves, does that mean he can also shoot birds? And all of this was just because of a few words from the great chief. The tribe has always admired the strong, and this has nothing to do with age. Especially the archery skill of the great chief just now is obviously far above the cold tree, how can this not make them awe? "Okay, everyone has seen it, as long as we practice hard and can set the target, the great chief will teach us, and then we will be like Han Shu!" Ming Guang yelled at the right time. Not to mention, after he yelled like this, the fighting spirit of the already high-spirited hunting team fighters rose again, yelling "Hurry up, hurry up", and scrambled to practice first. Here Mu Feng finally had time to sit on the ground to rest for a while, and added some charcoal to the cave. He reckoned that the charcoal fire could be turned off for pottery after it was burned. Through the small holes deliberately left in the cave, one can see that the pottery inside has been burned to the same color as the flame. He reckoned that the enamel and pottery clay should be oxidized, and that which should be coated was also coated, so he stopped the charcoal fire and waited for the temperature of the cave to cool down. Then he took a shovel and opened the cave door, revealing 18 pieces of pottery inside. Come. To Mu Feng's surprise, three of the eighteen pottery burned and cracked, and they were all small bowls that were too thin. He carefully dipped the pre-prepared green bamboo rack into the water to clamp the pottery, but there was still a "squeak" sound from the bamboo clamp. He took out the pottery one by one, and looked at it carefully while it was cooling. The fifteen pieces of pottery are all in good condition, even in texture, dark and reddish in color, and covered with a layer of black and gray flood glaze. Although it is not a famous vessel handed down from generation to generation, it is of great significance to the Jiang clan, because this is the tribe's first batch of pottery! "It's done!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed. Bai Fang, who had been watching from the side, watched Mu Feng's actions, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you so happy?" Mu Feng smiled and said: "The pottery has been made, and we don't need to use such heavy containers as stone jars in the future." "Really?" White Fang looked expectant, "I want to try too!" Mu Feng smiled and said, "Of course, you can just wait." Ming Guang who was not far away wanted to come over to see how the pottery was doing, but Mu Feng refused to go back with a look at him. His meaning is obvious: "Don't join in the fun when you should do your own business!" Ming Guang retreated angrily. Mu Feng waited and waited, and finally when he reached out and approached the pottery and could not feel the heat, he carefully placed the pottery in the stone jar to speed up the cooling. There is no excessive reaction in the stone jar, but the temperature of the water is still a bit high. After washing it back and forth several times, Mu Feng picked up a clay bowl, weighed it in his hand, and knocked it twice to make sure that the sound was the same as the one in his memory, then he grinned. "Hahaha, it's really done!" He laughed and scooped up a bowl of water with a clay bowl, which felt much lighter than a stone jar. "Come on, Bai Fang, you have a try too!" As he said, Mu Feng handed the pottery bowl to Bai Fang. White Fang made a gesture of lifting with both hands, and was about to continue. Mu Feng laughed loudly and said: "This is not a stone jar, don't be so troublesome!" "Ah?" Bai Fang took it over and whispered, "This... pottery is so light, it doesn't feel like much effort!" Her pretty face was full of surprise, and she looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Brother Mu Feng, can you give me this pottery bowl?" "Yes!" Mu Feng laughed loudly, "This is just the first trial. People in our tribe will use this portable pottery soon!" As he spoke, he looked at the clay pot the size of a washbasin again: "Come and try this clay pot!" After he cooled the pot with water, he gently picked it up with both hands. This seemed incredible to White Fang. Because of the same big stone jar, she absolutely couldn't hold it up before! "This is the clay pot!" Mu Feng was very satisfied with Bai Fang's surprised reaction, and laughed. end of this chapter
