I am a chief in a primitive tribe

For the first time, he made fifteen pieces of pottery independently, mainly thanks to the fact that he had already done it in his previous life, and the clay used was also yellow clay with good adhesion.

Not counting the three that burned because the tire wall was too thin, these fifteen pieces of pottery are quite good.

The only deficiency is that this color is really not flattering, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall.

Fortunately, no one cares about the quality of these pottery at the moment, and everyone pays attention to the lightness and large capacity of the pottery.

Lihu and Mingguang, who came up at some point, also took the clay pot from Bai Fang's hand, filled it with water and felt it, and exclaimed: "Such a container is really too lightweight, is it strong?"

"I wonder if it can be used to stew soup like a stone pot?"

"Can we also use such a good thing in the future?"

Mu Feng was in a good mood, and he didn't care about the two of them, and said with a smile: "As long as you don't deliberately drop it, it won't rot easily." As for the stew with water, it's not a problem.

"Don't worry, I've taught you how to make pottery, and you know what the materials are. When the tribe is busy for a while, Mingguang, you will take someone to the river to dig clay, and when you come back, you can make pottery in large quantities!"

Mingguang became excited: "Yes!"

Lihu heard the meaning of Mu Feng's words: "Big Chief, is there anything else to do in the tribe?"

"Hmm!" Mu Feng nodded, "Did you put all the bamboo pieces you had in a stone jar to cook a few days ago?"

Lihu nodded:" It has been boiled and dried, and the uneven places have been planed!" The

green bamboo board contains more water, boiled with boiling water and then dried, which can quickly dehydrate and prevent deformation in the later stage.

"Okay!" Mu Feng nodded, "Let's start laying the bath floor today, and get all the bamboo pieces down before it gets dark!" and then we have other things to do!"

"Yes!" Lihu nodded.

So Mu Feng first moved the pottery back to his cave, and then asked Lihu and a few people to carry the bamboo planks to the covered bath.

The soil on the ground has long been tamped and flattened, and layers of fine sand are still placed on it.

The wooden wind began to lay the bamboo planks, staggered horizontally and vertically, laying them together like a floor, and from time to time they were beaten with a homemade wooden hammer.

They were stunned when they saw the tiger on the side.

They had never seen the old chief do this before, so naturally they didn't know where the Mu Feng Society learned these things.

But they were very sure of one thing, that is, what Mu Feng did was beneficial to the tribe and harmless to them.

That's enough.

Then again, I'm afraid that they can't think of any deeper reasons for it.

At first, it was just Mu Feng shoping, but after a while, Lihu and the few people behind him also started to help.

After doing a lot of things back and forth with Mu Feng, they could more or less understand the meaning of Mu Feng, knowing that the bamboo planks needed to be paved, and the uneven ones needed to be knocked down with a wooden hammer.

Some people even began to see the depression "on their own", and would use their hands to bring fine soil from other places to fill it.

Although the move was small, it made Mu Feng slightly stunned.

"It seems that the people in the tribe have begun to civilize and improve their intelligence!" Mu Feng thought to himself.

Although this feeling cannot be compared with the pleasure of being a child in old age, it is not much different.

"It seems that my efforts have not been in vain!" Mu Feng thought to himself, and his expectations for the future were a little more earnest.

"Great Chief!" Lihu looked at the bath that had been paved on the ground and surrounded the walls of the pool, "What are you building such a big container for?"

"Container?" Mu Feng smiled dumbly, "This is called a bath, it is used for bathing!"

"This is the bath you are talking about?"

"Yes!" Mu Feng nodded, "Put hot water in it, many people can bathe together at the same time!"

"Is it the whole tribe?" Lihu asked again.

"Well, but you can't wash it in it at the same time, and it's estimated that it will score several batches. Mu Feng explained.

Lihu began to mutter: "Then let Baifang follow you and Qingya and them, and I will be with Mingguang and Yang."

Mu Feng had a black line in his head, and couldn't help but shout: "The bath is the same as the toilet, it is also divided into men and women!"

"Oh oh!" Lihu looked suddenly enlightened.

Mu Feng was completely speechless.

Not long ago, he was still lamenting that the tribe had been civilized, but he didn't expect to ask such a "weak chicken" question as soon as he turned his face away from the tiger.

"But, for such a big bath, where do you want to get hot water, how much does it take!"

Mu Feng nodded, this time Lihu asked a fairly normal question, and he was to the point.

"This is indeed a problem!" Mu Feng thought for a while and said, "Now let's build the bath first, go back and take the clay and mix it evenly, wipe all these gaps, and dry it naturally!" Speaking

of which, he has already figured out how to solve the problem of boiling hot water in the bath - make a large clay pot with clay that specializes in boiling hot water!

"Hehe!" Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh, "It's just a boiler for boiling water, it's not hard for me!"