A small glacier used all the herbs stored by Yang Sanyang. Yang Sanyang took advantage of the arrival of spring and began to pick herbs and wild vegetables.

Although there is enough meat, wild vegetables are also very important. Always eating meat, people will have a bored day. Moreover, there is no refined salt in this world. Even if there are plants that can be replaced, they are not as good as refined salt in the end, and the taste is much worse.

"This soil..." Yang Sanyang was thinking about the human race's refining cross bones, while lowering his head to dig out herbs. Then he felt the stickiness in his hands and couldn't help but be stunned.

Clay!

"How could there be clay?" Yang Sanyang remembered that he had traveled all over the tribe, but he never found clay.

Even under his feet, he clearly remembered that before the Little Ice Age, it was loess.

"It turned into clay. Did the geology change during the Little Ice Age?" Yang Sanyang looked at the clay in his hand and his eyes gradually brightened.

Although you can use a shovel to dig a stone pot, it is not as convenient as ceramics burned with soil. Moreover, ceramics burned with soil are faster in thermal conductivity, which is much stronger than stone pots dug out by yourself.

Moreover, the only way to dig bluestone is available to you. If you are gone one day in the future, or the population of the entire tribe increases, will you still have to dig it one by one?

One thousand pots, ten thousand pots, how do you ask him to dig?

Moreover, it’s raining to beat the child, and it’s also idle. It’s also good to think about how to fire ceramics.

Yang Sanyang reached out and dug out the clay on the ground and put it into the basket. Bai Ze's eyes showed a hint of curiosity: "Little Manzi, what are you doing with some mud?"

"You will know then!" Yang Sanyang picked up the shovel, made a basket of soil in a few seconds, and then stopped picking the herbs and returned to his own tribe.

There are roughly four steps to burn pottery.

The first step is to mix mud, which requires removing impurities from the soil and adding some dyed objects as chromogenic embryos.

After the soil is prepared, it is formed.

During the forming process, Yang Sanyang had no car face, so he could only knead it himself and shoot out the bubbles in the soil.

Then there is glaze.

Yang Sanyang couldn't find the glaze, but just went to the mountains to find some colorful plants, mixed them directly, mashed them, and applied the pigment according to some rules.

When the model is dried, it will be fired.

Yang Sanyang only fired a simplest ceramic bowl, which was convenient to use it to boil water and boil medicine in the future. After the ceramic bowl was cooked, it was not too late to find some experience and think about it.

In just half a day, the earthen bowl was dried, and Yang Sanyang threw the dried earthen bowl into the fire.

The temperature for firing ceramics is more than 1,200 degrees. This is actually not difficult. The flames in the primitive man's caves are not extinguished all year round, which is not very difficult for him.

Ye looked at Yang Sanyang curiously. Seeing Yang Sanyang firing ceramics, his eyes showed curiosity. He reached out to play with mud, imitated Yang Sanyang, pinched out a ceramic bowl, and then carefully put it into the bonfire.

One day and one night, the next morning, Yang Sanyang took advantage of the fact that the bonfire was not strong enough, and quickly picked up the wood and went back and forth in the bonfire, and then a red bowl-like object was pulled out of the soil.

It's done!

Yang Sanyang looked at the ceramic bowl and showed a surprise smile in his eyes. He unexpectedly succeeded in the first firing.

When the temperature dissipated, the ceramic bowl returned to normal temperature. Yang Sanyang picked up the ceramic bowl and came to the sun. Looking at the gray ceramic bowl, he couldn't stop smiling.

The only regrettable thing is that there has never been a force of the great way to land, and the ceramic bowl is still an ordinary ceramic bowl, and there has been no change.

When he came to the waterside, the clear water flowing down the waterfall, Yang Sanyang laughed loudly, and his enthusiasm for burning pottery increased.

Yang Sanyang simply did nothing every day, and pinched out cups, kettles, small casseroles, etc., and various strange-shaped tools gradually formed under his hands and exposed to the sun.

Ye was dejectedly holding the pile of fragments that were burnt by his own house, which was not visible in shape, his eyes were full of loss. He looked at Yang Sanyang's ceramic bowl, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Yeah~"

Yang Sanyang summoned Ye over and carefully taught her how to siftly remove impurities, how to master the heat, and how to glaze. All procedures were carefully displayed in front of Ye, and carefully guided them during Ye's kneading.

In spring and summer, the sun was so vicious that the soil had dried up in just half an hour, and then Yang Sanyang carefully pushed it into the bonfire.

sunrise

Sunset

The next day, Yang Sanyang got up early to pick up the treasures he had made at home. The small casserole was successfully fired and the teacup was successfully fired, but the teapot was cracked into several petals, as if telling Yang Sanyang that firing of ceramics was not that simple.

It was an unexpected surprise that the casserole could be successfully cooked. Yang Sanyang was not greedy for too much. He directly washed the casserole and found a fat big fish, and began the great cause of stewing fish.

The wonderful uses of ceramics can involve all aspects of life, arousing the interest of countless primitive people. Everyone raised a bunch of bonfires and began to make embryos and fire ceramics by learning from Yang Sanyang.

The objects burned are also strange. Some people burn spears, some people burn sticks, and some people burn a ball of unknown things.

In just two days, firing ceramics became a trend, and tribal people also had a pastime.

Yang Sanyang successfully fired ceramics and fired a set of teapots, casseroles, washbasins, etc., which were placed in his own small house. Then he let the original people fire it at will. He only guided him a little and did not interfere.

"The river has melted, I wonder how my fish pond is?" Yang Sanyang shouted and walked towards the pond with Bai Ze on his back. The ice that was more than 20 meters thick had completely melted. Through the clear lake water, you can clearly see the plump fish swimming in the water.

"Fish fry has not been produced yet, but it is not suitable to be hunted. The species in the Great Wilderness reproduce very quickly. It will take only a few days to be born!" Yang Sanyang thought in his heart, slid the bamboo tray, and leisurely enjoyed the scenery on the pond, with a divine light in his eyes: "The species in the Great Wilderness are rich, and I don't know if there are those loaches and eels."

After wandering leisurely for half a day, Yang Sanyang began to cook shovels. If he wanted to dig the riverside, he also needed very suitable tools.

There are many poisons by the river, which are dangerous. Although the primitive people have thick skin and thick flesh, those poisons are not covered.

The spring thunder rolled in the sky, and the drizzle was about to wet my clothes. Yang Sanyang, holding a huge leaf, came to the river with Ye all the way to the river. Looking at the rolling river water, a hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes.

Ye looked at Yang Sanyang curiously, and Yang Sanyang looked silent. After a while, he led Ye back.

There are monsters in the river, and there are more than one. He has a magic eye, so naturally the variables in the river cannot be hidden from him. Those demonic auras are hidden in the river, and they are obviously the invisible overlord in the river.

"Eating monsters can make the primitive people evolve, transform the crossbone in their bodies, and open up the opportunity to speak!" Yang Sanyang looked thoughtful on his face. After returning to the cave, he took out the fishing rod in his sleeve: "If humans want to catch fish and want to fish freely in the river, those monsters must be removed."

Like ordinary beasts, the demon also has its own territory. Yang Sanyang took out a turtle bead from his hand and hung it on the fish hook. Then he gently swung his palm, and the fish hook disappeared into the void and disappeared.

The sky net was flowing in Yang Sanyang's eyes, but the void was twisted and shaken. In his observation of the Dharma eyes, there were dozens of monsters passing through the Great River Basin of the Fire God Territory. Although the rolled up demonic aura was far inferior to that of the Mifeng Demon King, it was also very impressive.

A touch of solemnity appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and his fingers gently tapped his knees. He didn't ask him to wait for long, and then he felt the fishing rod in his hand tremble.

The Turtle Pearl is the essence of the old Turtle's thousand-year practice. No monster can resist such temptation.

With a slight force on his palm, the void twisted and changed, but he saw a large octopus that was three meters long and two meters high being pulled out of the void.

"Squeak squeak ~"

The squid was struggling wildly, roaring, and swept across the void with his claws, causing a whistling wind to hit Yang Sanyang fiercely.

If it is hit, the tendons and bones will inevitably end up breaking.

"This is a monster. Even if the magic channel method is imprisoned by the fish hook, it is by no means primitive people who can compete with it alone!" Yang Sanyang's immortal rope flew out from his waist, and in an instant, the octopus was tied up. Then he stretched out his palm and an arrow fell off the sky bow. Yang Sanyang held the arrow and suddenly stepped forward and stabbed into the octopus' head.

The Dark Bow is a heavy weapon for killing and killing. The vitality rushes out from the octopus essence, sank into Yang Sanyang's body, hides in the deepest part of his bloodline, and becomes a foundation and accumulates.

After a cup of tea, the heat flow in the octopus' body disappeared. Yang Sanyang just put away the hook and directly opened the belly with an arrow. Then he took out the prepared bracket and gave a squid.

Iron plate does not have it, ceramics can be replaced.

There was no demon pill in the octopus' body, and Yang Sanyang summoned at Ye: "Yeah!"

Yes, he came happily, the ceramics were covered with oil, and the squid was roasted golden, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma came to his nose.

"This is the flesh of a monster. The body contains the essence of the monster's flesh and blood. Eat more!" Yang Sanyang handed the squid to him, and a hint of hope and hope flashed in his eyes.

Not only that, but the female leader and the little guy Yong were all divided into a large amount of squid meat by Yang Sanyang.

The squid is three meters in size, but it is still a drop in the bucket when facing thousands of tribes.

However, Yang Sanyang still chose to let everyone enjoy the rain and dew. Now the primitive people have not yet started a class order civilization and have the ability to survive alone. It is still necessary for everyone to work together to ensure unity.
Chapter completed!