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After a long time, the slag was finally discharged.

Han Cheng asked the elder brother to get a pre-prepared clay pot and put it under the opening of the pottery juice, and then pulled out another pottery plate that blocked the opening, and the molten metal with extremely high temperature began to flow out slowly, falling into the In the pot below...

The scorching temperature gradually dropped, and most of the copper liquid in the clay pot also cooled and solidified.

The clay pot was smashed, revealing a purple copper ingot in the shape of half a pot.

Looking at a large piece of copper ingot, Han Cheng, Wu, senior brother and other people who were worried about this matter couldn't help smiling.

Wu, a pious old god stick, in line with the principle of giving all glory to the gods, began to praise the gods who had never paid any attention to him on the spot.

Han Cheng looked quite helpless. These were made by himself and others with a little bit of hard work. What does it have to do with the gods?

He thought so in his heart, but Han Cheng didn't say it out loud. After all, he was still wearing the gorgeous coat of the Son of God, and he was the biggest beneficiary.

After looking at the copper ingots, Han Cheng used a stick to poke the lumpy slag.

After turning it over with a stick, it was discovered that there was still a lot of solidified copper at the bottom of the slag.

No wonder the copper ingots refined this time are so good. It turns out that even a lot of copper liquid has been released.

It seems that the ore powder was put in a little too much this time, and it should be put in less next time.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng immediately called Shishi and put the copper ingots refined this time on the scale.

After weighing, a record was made of how much ore powder was put in this time and the number of copper ingots obtained.

In this way, when you do it next time, you will have a reference.

It is impossible not to waste a little copper liquid, but it can be less wasted than this time.

Of course, the quality of ore is different, and the ratio of copper content to slag will also be different, which cannot be generalized.

These detailed things need to be practiced again and again, and the original data is accumulated again and again, and then summarized.

Get the theory from practice, and then use practice to verify the theory and improve it. With the mutual confirmation of the two, you can always find a similar standard slowly.

Touching this piece of copper ingot, Brother Wu and others discussed it a lot. Wu said that it needs to be dedicated to the gods first, to thank the gods for their blessings to the tribe.

The elder brother said that he wanted to make a copper shield so that he could become more brave when facing prey and enemies. The stone said that it was better to make some copper pens so that they could be better on the ceramic board. lettering.

Han Cheng listened, smiling without saying a word. On the one hand, he was happy for the state of the people and the copper in the tribe.

On the other hand, it is because many of the wishes that everyone said are impossible to realize before getting tin or lead and getting bronze...

In the courtyard, Bai Xuemei, who was carrying a bamboo basket to feed mulberry leaves to the silkworms in the dustpan, suddenly frowned and pressed her lower abdomen with one hand, her face showing pain...

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Bai Xuemei stood on the spot with a slightly bowed body for a while, then removed the hand that was pressing on the lower abdomen, endured the pain and continued to put mulberry leaves in the dustpan.

After putting the mulberry leaves away, he slowly came to a stone not far away and sat down slowly.

She has experienced stomach pains before, and usually as long as she endures it, it will pass, or it will be fine if she goes to the toilet.

So after sitting here with her stomach covered for a while, Bai Xuemei stood up slowly while leaning against the stone, and headed for the toilet.

As a result, she hadn't even reached the toilet when a stream of heat burst out of her body, soaking her clothes and pants.

Bai Xuemei's complexion suddenly became bitter, she had tried very hard to bear it, but in the end she still didn't go to the toilet.

There is no one in the tribe who relieves himself outside now, and he actually relieved himself today...

She stood here annoyed for a while, her stomach suddenly became more painful, and her desire for convenience became stronger.

With the experience just now, Bai Xuemei didn't dare to delay for a moment, she clutched her stomach and hurried to the toilet.

When I came to the toilet, I untied the rope belt, took off my wet clothes, and squatted there quickly.

The pain hit her one after another, making her face turn pale and her body trembling uncontrollably.

Bai Xuemei was terrified, she felt that she might die.

Because not only was the stomachache unbearable, but she also bled a lot.

A series of heavier pains came continuously, and the fear of death enveloped her deeply, making her cry in a low voice.

As soon as the light in the toilet dimmed, a person came in from the outside, it was the old Huo Er.

She came to use the toilet, but she heard crying, and hurriedly looked into the toilet, and saw Bai Xuemei squatting there crying.

"what happened?"

Huo Er asked, his old voice was full of worry.

She has recognized Bai Xuemei.

Huo Er admired Bai Xuemei very much, and so did the rest of the tribe.

Not only because she is the spouse of the Son of God, she is very much loved by the Son of God.

More importantly, Bai Xuemei is very hardworking, and the cloth she weaves is the best in the tribe, no one can surpass her.

As Huo Er asked, he walked quickly towards Bai Xuemei, looking a little trembling.

She looked even older, and almost lost all her teeth. Even the teeth that hadn't fallen out were seriously damaged.

In the past, even if the food in the tribe was relatively abundant, it would be extremely difficult for Huo Er to continue to live.

Because of her bad teeth, she couldn't eat much food.

Older people can no longer eat much food, and they are not far from death.

However, with the arrival of Han Cheng, after the pottery was manufactured, liquid food increased, and people with bad teeth would not have a problem eating.

"I... my stomach... my stomach hurts..."

Bai Xuemei said sobbingly.

"I...I'm going to die, I want...I want to see my brother..."

Huo Er had already walked up to Bai Xuemei. She was already worried, but when she heard Bai Xuemei's words, she became even more worried.

Her eyesight was not very good, she bent down to look under Bai Xuemei, and it took a while to see the situation clearly.

"You're going to have a baby!"