I am a Primitive Man

Hei Wa placed the mold for making tiles on the stone sprinkled with a layer of fine dry soil, then stretched out her hand and pulled out a fist-sized piece from the reconciled clay piled up in front of her.

After making a ball in your hand, put it in the mold and press it with your palm so that the mud fills the entire mold.

Then use a wooden stick that was also broken from the middle, and push it back and forth several times to scrape off the excess clay to make the tile look more even and well-proportioned.

Heiwa stroked the wooden stick with her hands, put the scraped mud back on the mud pile, then dipped her hands in another clay pot filled with water, and began to wipe it back and forth with her hands. Rough surfaces quickly become smooth.

Hei Wa picked up the mold and brought the 'mud'-shaped tiles inside.

Because some dry soil was sprinkled on the stone below in advance, there will be no situation where the mud sticks to the stone and cannot be lifted.

After the mold was lifted, he smoothed the other side of the 'mud sheet' with his hands dipped in water.

Without him getting up, the helper standing beside him carefully took the mold with the 'slime of mud' from his hand, walked to a row of tree trunks five meters away, and took it carefully Leaning on the side.

After waiting for a while to let the bare layer of water on the outside of the 'mud sheet' dry up, erect the mold and knock it at an angle, and the 'mud sheet' will come out of the mold and fall on the next in the palm of your hand.

The 'clay sheet' that appeared at this time was a flat thing that was ignored, dried in the sun and fired in a kiln. It was a small pottery plate, which was very different from the curved tiles that Han Cheng needed. gap.

How to turn a flat ceramic plate into a curved tile, Han Cheng and Hei Wa spent a lot of effort, after thinking-testing-failure-thinking-testing and other spirals many times After looping around, finally found a solution.

This method is actually very simple, just find some round tree trunks with roughly the same thickness, and place them not too far away from the kiln.

Put the flat 'mud piece' out of the mold on the tree trunk lying horizontally on the ground, wait for a little while before picking it up, the original flat 'mud piece' has a curvature.

After the layman smeared some dry soil foam on the tree trunk, he put the 'slime of mud' in his hand on it vertically.

After checking that the 'mud sheet' placed before had become hard and wouldn't lose its shape even if it was picked up, it was carefully removed from the tree trunk.

Leaning against a tree trunk, facing the sun.

After doing this, I just took the model back.

In order to improve some efficiency, a total of ten molds for making tiles were made, so that after the assistant took away the mold with the clay pieces, Hei Wa's time would not be wasted.

Because Han Cheng has already made the ruler, there is no need to worry that these molds will be of different sizes.

Hei Wa made tiles here for a while, and looked up to see that the fire under the kiln had dimmed, so she stood up, walked to the side of the kiln, picked up a few arms-thick firewood from the firewood pile not far away, and added it into it. .

The firewood under the kiln was not piled directly on the ground for burning, but was placed nearly half a meter away from the bottom of the kiln.

It is supported by wooden sticks covered with a thick layer of clay, and the firewood will not fall down.

When I first tried to build a kiln, there was no such thing, and the firewood was piled directly on the ground, but the flame could not meet the requirements.

After Han Cheng recalled the structure of his earthen stove, the kiln became what it is now.

After Hei Wa added firewood to the kiln, she walked around to the edge of the kiln from one side, and used a wooden stick to pry one of the two ceramic plates that were facing together a little to one side, and then went into the kiln through the cracked gap. Look.

The threatening heat wave hits people's faces along the cracked gap,

The temperature in the kiln is a bit scary.

The inside was glowing red, and the tiles made of clay, under the continuous burning of the fire, all turned into a somewhat dazzling 'bright yellow'.

Hei Wa, who squinted her eyes slightly, nodded slightly when she saw this, and then used a wooden stick to pry back the pried pottery panels, completely covering the top of the clay kiln.

After finishing this, he added some wood to the overhead firepit, and then returned to the stone to continue making tiles.

At this point, the kiln has already been fired, you just need to let the firewood below burn out and let it cool down naturally, so you don't have to worry about it anymore.

Han Cheng came over and looked at the smoking earth kiln, Heiwa who devoted himself to making tiles, and various adobes placed nearby, as well as tiles worth more than 1,000 yuan not far away. There was a smile on the face.

The heightening of the wall is almost completed, and it won’t be long before the house can be built. It is not a luxury to live in a big tile house before winter comes!

Regarding building a house, Han Cheng’s initial idea was to build a thatched house, the kind similar to a deer pen. Later, he thought about it, and heiwa, who was used to record things for witches, could be fired on a pottery board that was as big as a black doll. There are many tiles on the pottery plate, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Compared with thatched houses, tile-roofed houses are undoubtedly stronger and more beautiful.

However, because of pure handmade, the output of tiles is not high.

With the addition of Heni and other things, Heiwa and his assistants can only make more than 100 yuan a day.

But after accumulating over time, you can also get a lot of tiles.

Son of God.

Hei Wa raised her head inadvertently, and found that Han Cheng had come over at some time, so she stood up and saluted.

Han Cheng smiled and waved to him, telling him to rest for a while before doing it.

Hei Wa walked over obediently.

Han Cheng turned around and looked back. Not too far away was the tall wall. Someone was standing there, ramming it down with a wooden stick in his hand.

Because of the distance, it is difficult to see the face of the person, only a very beautiful outline can be seen.

In the rapeseed field on the west side of the courtyard wall, the iron head is cutting off the last handful of rapeseed with a stone sickle, and putting it on the pile of rapeseed beside it, holding the stone sickle in one hand, and with the other on his waist, he straightened up and looked at the empty rapeseed Tian, ​​with a smile on his face.

The setting sun was setting, dyeing half of the sky red.

Uncle Lu, who came back from eating grass, led his group as if stepping out of the light. He stretched his neck and screamed 'Yo Yo', and his voice made the twilight more peaceful.

Not far away, there are only wisps of smoke from the kiln with the remaining charcoal.

Han Cheng put the mud embryos of two tiles in his hand in a shed not far away, straightened up and looked at the tribe that was becoming more and more like the fireworks of the world, a kind of indifferent joy shrouded his heart...