Lame gets excited when he sees the fish in the river, after all, this is a turning point in his gray life.

Looking at the limp who walked to the river with a tree branch and was about to poke a few times at the fish inside, Han Cheng shouted at this guy who was addicted to spear harpooning.

Han Cheng asked everyone to pick off the grass in a circle of about one meter that he had circled.

Then let the lame and Heiwa use the multi-functional weapon that can be used for hunting and self-defense, and can be used to spear fish-pointed sticks, to dig up the soil.

Pottery is different from porcelain, pottery does not pay much attention to the use of soil, and generally only the soil that can be glued together can be fired into pottery.

This is also the main reason why in the excavated ancient civilizations, pottery is all over the world, and further porcelain is only available in China.

The soil here has already been seen, the viscosity is good, and it can be used to burn pottery.

The reason why he chose to burn pottery by the river instead of near the cave is because he is not particular about soil, but it requires water and mud.

It was too difficult to hold water from the creek with a few bulky things in the tribe that could barely be seen as bowls and stone basins, and then transport them to the mud.

A layer of soil was excavated, Han Cheng stopped the lame and Heiwa's movements, and used the leaves to carry water from the river a few times and poured it on the pouting soil, and then under the gaze of the crowd, he began to squat and mud.

The cripple and the seven students who followed him couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw this scene, they didn't understand, the Divine Son called them out, and let them watch from the side so solemnly, just to let themselves and others watch him play with the mud?

Or is it that the Son of God is going to teach himself and others to play with mud?

It's just that who hasn't played with this mud!

Every time the weather is not cold and the rain stops, digging and playing in the mud outside the cave is their favorite thing to do.

Could it be that the Son of God can still play new tricks with this mud?

Their minds are full of confusion.

However, because the Son of God can often come up with some novel and useful things on weekdays, they are very respectful of the Son of God, although they are puzzled, but no one speaks out loud, and no one shows disdain to come out, but according to the Son of God's explanation, they watch the Son of God play with mud on the sidelines.

Of course, I don't know if I take it seriously or not.

Han Cheng didn't pay attention to what they were thinking, but took care of himself and mixed the mud into a lump, and then broke a piece of continuous pat and pinched it into a round cake with a diameter of ten centimeters.

Then they placed the round cake on the stone chips that they had picked up in the middle of the way, and the stone chips were covered with a layer of dead grass to prevent the mud from sticking to the stones and not being able to take them off when the time came.

Then Han Cheng took the mud again, kneaded them into strips of mud about half a centimeter thick, and circled them up along the edge of the round mud bottom on the stone chips, and finally stopped at a height of about five or six centimeters.

The crowd watching from the sidelines watched this small mouth of mud fall into something, and they no longer had the contempt they had at the beginning.

The Son of God called them here, and sure enough, it was not just playing with mud.

Han Cheng took what could barely be called a bowl and rested it to make it look more like a bowl.

Then he motioned Heiwa to use the leaves to go to the river and bring some water.

The mud of the reconciliation has not yet been used up, and Heiwa does not understand what the god son wants water for, but he still does it.

Han Cheng picked up some of the water held by the black baby with his hands, poured it on the pottery embryo, and then carefully wiped it back and forth on the rough pottery embryo with his wet hands, and with his movements, the marks on the pottery embryo that were still obvious gradually became smaller, and finally smoothed out.

This is a meticulous job that requires extra care, but even if he is careful, it is the first time that Han Cheng has done this by himself, and his hands are very raw, and sometimes a mark will come out if he is not careful.

Anyway, after about thirty minutes, a bowl of billets appeared in front of everyone.

Although the bottom of this bowl is larger, the mouth of the bowl is smaller, the left and right sides of the bowl are not generally high, and it is not round, but this can barely be called a bowl.

After all, this is in primitive times, so don't ask so much.

"This is what I will give you today! We can use it later to drink water, serve rice, and even boil eggs......"

Han Shenzi, who had muddy hands on both hands, looked at this bowl and gave an impromptu speech, of course, it was impossible for someone who had only studied Mandarin with him for about two months to understand all of Han Cheng's words.

For example, 'rice', such as 'boiled eggs', they don't understand what it means.

However, they still understood the general meaning of the Son of God.

Even the most convinced of the lame of the Son of God, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, he really couldn't understand how to use this weird-looking thing to fill water and drink.

It's all made of mud, and when it comes into contact with water, isn't it all broken?

Even if it's not bad, you have to fall into half a mouthful of mud in one bite!

This......

How can this muddy thing be used to hold water and eat!

Han Cheng, who was a little excited, talked there for a long time, turned his head and found that these people were all looking at themselves with dull faces, and then looked at this pottery bowl.

Han Cheng believed that if it weren't for the fact that he had the name of the Son of God, and that he had done a lot of magical things in the past, these guys would definitely show the expression of looking at the fool more obviously.

"Look at whatever you want, follow what I just did, and do it now!"

Han Cheng, who couldn't stop hanging on his face, sniffled, shouted angrily at everyone, and then ignored no one and continued to play with his own mud.

"Poof"

I don't know who couldn't hold it back, so he laughed first, followed by a 'poof' sound.

These minors, who had been studying with Han Cheng for so long, had never seen the Divine Son, who had always been calm and seemed to know everything, showing such an embarrassment, and after that laughter rang out, the rest of the people couldn't help but laugh along.

"A bunch of little bastards! Laugh at me now, and in a few days I'll show you the means of this Son of God. ”

Han Cheng muttered in his heart rather depressed, habitually touching his nose with his hand, but a piece of mud was glued to his nose.

The little bastards who saw this scene laughed even more happily, and even the lame man was holding back laughter on the side, his face was red and his neck was thick.

Laugh and laugh, but the work that should be done still has to be done, and since the Son of God wants them to do it, then they will do it.

It doesn't matter if the mud can be used for drinking water or anything, the important thing is that it is fun.

Especially today, when I can see the embarrassment of the mysterious and serious Divine Son, it is worth it no matter how useless it is.

What's more, they really don't have anything serious to do except for the words of the gods that Miko recently came up with to learn.