A Xiaoice River used all the herbs stored by Yang Sanyang, and Yang Sanyang began to pick herbs and wild vegetables when spring had just arrived.

Although there is enough meat to eat, but wild vegetables are also very important, always eat meat, people will eventually have a tired day, and there is no refined salt in this world, even if there are plants that can be replaced, but after all, it is not as good as refined salt, and the taste is much worse.

"This dirt ......" Yang Sanyang lowered his head to dig for herbs while thinking about the human race's refining of horizontal bones, and then felt the stickiness in his hand, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Clay!

"How can there be clay?" Yang Sanyang remembered that he had traveled all over the tribe at the beginning, but he had never found the existence of clay.

Even under his feet, he clearly remembered that before the Xiaoice River period, it was loess.

"Actually turned into clay, did the Xiaoice River period make the geology change?" 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 the ceramics burned by the soil after all, and the thermal conductivity of the ceramics burned by the soil is much stronger than the stone pot dug out by yourself.

Moreover, the method of digging bluestone can only be used by oneself, if one day he is gone, or the population of the entire tribe increases, do you have to dig one by one?

A thousand pots, ten thousand pots, how do you tell him to dig them?

And it's good to beat children on rainy days, and it's also idle to be idle, and to figure out how to fire ceramics.

Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand to dig out the clay on the ground and put it in the back basket, Bai Ze's eyes showed a hint of curiosity: "Little barbarian, what are you doing with some mud?"

"You'll know when the time comes!" Yang Sanyang picked up the shovel, divided five by two to get a basket of soil, and then stopped picking herbs and returned directly to his tribe.

There are roughly four steps involved in firing pottery.

The first step is to mix mud, to remove impurities in the soil, and add some dyed substances as color embryos.

After the soil is prepared, it is formed.

During the molding process, Yang Sanyang did not have a car surface, so he could only keep kneading it himself and shoot out the bubbles in the soil.

Then it's glazing.

Yang Sanyang couldn't find the glaze, so he just went to the mountains to find some colorful plants, mixed them directly, mashed them, and painted the pigment according to a certain law.

When the model is dried, it is fired.

Yang Sanyang just fired the simplest ceramic bowl, which was also convenient for boiling water and boiling medicine in the future, and it was not too late to find some experience after the ceramic bowl was burned in the future, and it was not too late to think about firing some more difficult things.

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

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

Ye looked at Yang Sanyang curiously on the side, saw Yang Sanyang firing ceramics, showed curiosity in his eyes, stretched out his hand to play with mud, followed Yang Sanyang's example, pinched out a ceramic bowl, and then carefully put it into the bonfire.

One day and one night, in the early morning of the next day, Yang Sanyang took advantage of the fact that the bonfire was not too violent, and hurriedly picked up the wood and pulled it back and forth in the bonfire, and then a red bowl-shaped object was pulled out of the soil.

It's done!

Yang Sanyang looked at the ceramic bowl, with a smile of surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect that the first firing would be successful.

When the temperature dissipated and the ceramic bowl returned to normal temperature, Yang Sanyang picked up the ceramic bowl and came to the sun, looked at the gray ceramic bowl, and smiled from ear to ear.

The only thing that is a little regrettable is that there has never been a great power to land, and the ceramic bowl is still an ordinary ceramic bowl, and nothing has changed.

Coming to the water's edge, and then the waterfall flowing straight down, Yang Sanyang laughed, and his enthusiasm for burning pottery was even higher.

Yang Sanyang simply didn't do anything every day, pinched out cups, kettles, small casseroles, etc., all kinds of strange-shaped tools, gradually formed under his hands, and exposed them to the sun.

Ye was dejected at this time holding a pile of fragments that he couldn't see the shape of the ash that he had fired, his eyes were full of loss, and then he looked at Yang Sanyang's ceramic bowl, and his eyes showed a touch of envy.

"Yay~"

Yang Sanyang summoned Ye over, carefully taught her how to sift out impurities, how to master the heat, how to glaze, all the procedures were carefully displayed in front of Ye, and carefully guided in the kneading process of Ye.

In the spring and summer, the sun was scorching, but in just half an hour, the soil had been dried, and then Yang Sanyang carefully pushed it into the bonfire.

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On the second day, Yang Sanyang got up early to pull the treasures he had fired, the small casserole was successfully fired, and the teacup was successfully fired, but the teapot was cracked into several petals, which seemed to tell Yang Sanyang that the firing of ceramics was not so simple.

It was an unexpected joy that the casserole could be fired successfully, and Yang Sanyang was not greedy, so he directly washed the casserole, found a fat big fish, and started the great business of fish stewing.

The wonderful use of ceramics can involve all aspects of life, which has aroused the interest of countless primitive people, and everyone raised a bunch of bonfires and began to learn from Yang Sanyang's appearance to concoct embryos and fire ceramics.

The utensils fired are also strange, some people burn spears, some people burn sticks, and some people burn a ball of unknown things.

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

Yang Sanyang successfully fired ceramics, fired a set of teapots, casseroles, basins, etc., put them in his own room, and then let all the primitive people fire them at will, he just guided a little, and did not interfere.

"The river has melted, I don't know what happened to my fish pond?" Yang Sanyang called Shangye, carrying Bai Ze on his back and walking towards the pond, the cold ice more than 20 meters thick has completely melted, and through the clear lake water, you can clearly see the fat big fish swimming in the water.

"Fish fry have not yet been produced, but it is not suitable for hunting, the speed of reproduction and reproduction of species in the Great Wilderness is very fast, and it will not take long for fish fry to be born!" Yang Sanyang thought in his heart, paddling the bamboo row, and leisurely enjoying the scenery on the pond, with a flash of light in his eyes: "The Great Wilderness is rich in species, and I don't know if there are those loaches and yellow eels." ”

After wandering leisurely for a long time, Yang Sanyang began to burn shovels, and if he wanted to go to the river to dig river fresh, he also had very suitable tools.

There are many poisonous and dangerous substances by the river, and although primitive people have rough skin and thick flesh, those poisons are not covered.

The spring thunder was rolling in the sky, the drizzle was wet, Yang Sanyang carried a huge batch of leaves, and Ye came all the way to the river, looking at the tumbling river, with a touch of contemplation in his eyes.

Ye looked at Yang Sanyang curiously, Yang Sanyang's face was silent, and after a while, he led Ye back.

There are monsters in the river, and there is more than one. He has a magic eye, and the variables in the river naturally can't hide from him, and the demonic qi is hidden in the river, obviously the invisible overlord in the river.

"Eating demon beasts can make primitive people evolve, transform the horizontal bones in their bodies, and open up opportunities to speak!" Yang Sanyang looked pensive, and after returning to the cave, he took out the fishing rod in his sleeve: "If humans want to catch fish, they want to fish freely in the river, and those demon beasts must be removed." ”

Demons, like ordinary beasts, also have their own territory, Yang Sanyang took out a turtle bead in his hand, hung it on the fish hook, and then flicked his palm slightly, and the fish hook disappeared into the void.

Yang Sanyang's eyes were circulating, but he saw that the void was twisting and shaking, and in his observation of his magic eyes, through the great river basin of the Fire God's territory, there were dozens of demon beasts, and although the demonic qi rolled up was far inferior to the Mifeng Demon King, it was also very impressive.

Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a solemnity, his fingers tapped his knees lightly, and he didn't tell him to wait long, then he felt the fishing rod in his hand tremble.

Turtle beads are the essence of the old turtle's thousand-year-old cultivation, and no demon beast can resist such a temptation.

With a slight force in the palm of his hand, the void twisted and changed, but a large octopus three meters long and two meters high was pulled out of the void.

"Squeak squeak~"

The squid was struggling and roaring frantically, and its tentacles swept across the void, bringing up the sound of whistling wind, and smashed fiercely at Yang Sanyang.

If you are smashed, you will inevitably end up with broken tendons and fractures.

"This is a demon beast, even if it is imprisoned by the Divine Passage Method by the fish hook, but with its own strength, it is by no means a primitive person can compete!" Yang Sanyang's trapped immortal rope flew out of his waist, and in an instant, the octopus was bundled and bound, and then with a stretch of his palm, an arrow fell off from the Earthquake Bow, Yang Sanyang held the arrow, and suddenly stepped forward and stabbed into the octopus's skull.

The sky-shaking bow is a killing heavy weapon, and the rolling vitality rushes out from the octopus essence's body, submerging into Yang Sanyang's body, hidden in the deepest part of the bloodline, and accumulating into the essence.

After a full cup of tea time, the heat flow in the octopus's body disappeared, and Yang Sanyang took the hook, directly disemboweled it with an arrow, and then took out the prepared bracket to have an iron plate squid.

Iron plates are not, ceramics can be replaced.

There was no demon pill in the octopus's body, and Yang Sanyang summoned to Ye: "Yay!"

Ye ran happily, the ceramics were shiny, the squid was grilled golden, the outside was charred and the inside was tender, and the aroma came to the nose.

"This is the flesh of the demon beast, and it contains the essence of the flesh and blood of the demon beast, you eat more!" Yang Sanyang handed the squid to Ye, and his eyes flashed with hope and expectation.

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

The squid is three meters in size, but in the face of thousands of people, it is still a drop in the bucket.

However, Yang Sanyang still chose to let everyone be evenly wetted with rain and dew, and now that primitive people have not yet opened the class order and civilization, they have the ability to survive alone, and it is still necessary for everyone to work together to do a good job of unity.

"Eat, eat, I'm looking forward to the day when you speak!" Yang Sanyang glanced at the primitive people with a pair of eyes, picked up the golden roasted squid, and began to feast on it.