I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The next morning, Mu Feng went to check the situation in the tribe. The toilet had been built and was ready for use.

In order to prevent the clansmen from being confused, he erected a bamboo beside the men's toilet and two bamboos beside the women's toilet, and ordered Lihu to notify him. Then he went back to see how the pottery was dry.

Before he arrived in the cave, he saw Bai Fang trotting and shouting at him: "Brother Mufeng, Brother Mufeng!"

"What's wrong?" Mu Feng was surprised, "What's the matter?"

White Fang was panting, and seeing Bolan's chest ups and downs, her pretty face flushed, her mouth slumped and she finally lowered her head and asked, "That...how do I use the toilet?"

"Huh?" Mu Feng only felt that he had heard it wrong, his head was a little dazed, and then he glanced at White Fang with a weird look, and found that she was too ashamed.

Mu Feng only felt his head was big, and he looked at no one from the left and right. He hurriedly drew two pits on the ground, then stood on the top one by one, and said quickly: "Just like this, step on one foot and squat down. , Don’t I need to teach you the rest?"

"Yeah!" The white teeth sounded like a gnat, her pretty face flushed, and she ran away like fleeing.

Mu Feng himself felt a sense of shame, "What the hell, I teach women how to use the toilet, and what to do!"

Tucao is back to Tucao, and what should be done is still to be done. He carefully turned over the pottery and it was already dry in the shade, and it was estimated that it could be put into the kiln after it was left in the sun for another day and a half.

He lightly tried the touch on it with his hand.

"It's a day or two in the morning than I expected. It seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery will dry out soon." Mu Feng said to himself, "It looks like a little glaze is needed, otherwise the burnt pottery will not have the skin. Smooth and easy to peel."

He thought for a while about the knowledge taught by his master when he taught him to make pottery, all kinds of high-grade glazes, and all kinds of glazing methods.

But one of the simplest glazes is also the easiest to obtain-plant ash.

And the master also told him that the ash enamel of vegetation is also divided into high and low.

Gray matter is whitish and looks the worst in lightness. Gray matter is gray or even dark gray. It feels best when you feel a kind of stone powder in your hands.

Other things may not be easy to find for him, but the ash can't be simpler.

Bai Ya just collected the ash and scattered the chicken coops, and there was still a lot left.

Mu Feng went directly to White Fang and asked for the ash to go back to deal with it by himself.

Sieve glaze is the same as kneading soil, it is better to be fine.

Mu Feng first poured a pile of ashes on the ground, took a bamboo piece and patted the ashes lightly, so that the ashes sank tightly to the bottom, with a layer of floating ashes on top.

The wind blew gently, letting the floating ash fly away, and the dust was everywhere.

Bai Fang danced with both hands, her pretty face was full of puzzled: "Brother Mufeng, what are you doing?"

Mu Feng said apologetically: "Sorry, you'll find out later."

As he said, he picked up the bamboo slices and gently scraped off the remaining large particles of gray matter on the gray surface. The remaining gray matter looked very fine.

At first glance, it looks like finely ground gray flour.

He picked up the gauze before and put the ash on the gauze again, sifting out little by little, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine plant ash.

Looking at the light gray color and starting with the rather precipitation of plant ash, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, I can only pick generals from the lame, it's the first-class goods in the plant ash!"

"Cripple, General?" Baiya was puzzled, blinking in his big eyes, "Brother Mufeng, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "These grays are useful!"

"What's the use?" White Fang was even more curious.

"I'm going to use it to make enamel and put it on these pottery! In this way, the pottery will be very shiny and easy to use!"

Bai Ya was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand what Mu Feng was talking about.

Mu Feng looked at her with interest, but with a dazed look, couldn't help but want to laugh, shook his head, and continued the work in his hands.

The glazing method of plant and wood ash has existed since ancient times. The proportion of ash and water is different, and the color of the pottery will be different, such as smoky gray, ink color, dark green and so on.

The most famous thing that Mu Feng has ever heard of is "51 Degree Gray".

But even though he had known these things, he was really a monk who got married halfway, and he was really not good at it.

Fortunately, his requirements are not high, as long as the pottery can be used.

As for the color that can be burnt, it depends on God's will.

Because the sieving out was a lot of ash, Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the enamel on the pottery would not affect the quality, so he directly stirred it up in a muddy way.

After mixing for a long time, I felt that it was indeed thicker, so I had to add water and continue to stir.

Unexpectedly, his actions seemed very meaningful to White Fang.

She watched Mu Feng muttering unclearly, adding water and making gestures. For a while, she was worried about Mu Feng.

She frowned slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were filled with distress.

But Mu Feng didn't notice this. He held a small pottery that was already shaded, and gently pinched it around in the stone jar. After looking at it, the enamel on it was relatively even.

"Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned, "Open the kiln!"

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