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Yes, there are two more!

Cheng Yang carefully took out the remaining two pottery bowls. In fact, he no longer had any hope in his heart. After all, there were so many explosions, and he felt that his heart had been strengthened.

But with these two pottery bowls that he had no hope for, there was no problem!

The two pottery bowls are intact, without a trace of cracks on them, and they have not been blown apart!

Cheng Yang looked at them in disbelief, feeling a little flustered, he picked up two pottery bowls, looked left and right, they were really good, there was no problem at all!

He was so excited that he wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn't expect to be tricked out by him. After so many failures, he didn't expect to succeed this time.

It's such a good feeling!

The two pottery bowls are not very beautiful. Cheng Yang didn't use foreign objects, but simply kneaded them with his hands. He brought the batches that failed, and the pottery bowls he kneaded in the past two days probably amounted to a hundred or so. .

Except for being distracted at the beginning, it became a little numb later on.

Although it's not very delicate, it was made after going through a lot of process. Cheng Yang cherished it very much. He held the two pottery bowls in his palm, looked at them again and again, and loved them very much.

"Chengyang, let me see it too!"

"Yes, show us!"

"I want to touch it, can I?"

They all fixed their eyes on the two bowls in Cheng Yang's hands, their faces were full of longing, and they looked eager to try.

Cheng Yang was not stingy either, he handed them the bowl, but told them to be careful.

Without the help of these people, he alone would not be able to burn this pottery bowl, if not for the small quantity, he would like to give each of them one.

There is no bowl in the tribe, but there is a stone pot, which is said to be passed down from generation to generation. Everyone cherishes it very much and does not take it out easily.

The last time the leader was injured, Cheng Yang had to spend a lot of energy to persuade Fenglei to use the stone pot to boil some hot water for the leader to sterilize.

If he could burn a clay pot, he would be able to drink soup in the future, Cheng Yang felt very happy.

Meng and the other children carefully held the two clay bowls, stroking the surface of the bowls with their fingers.

What I started with was a comfortable texture, because it was just taken out of the cave, and it felt very warm to the touch.

It is completely different from the stone tools in the tribe, and they don't kowtow at all. The eyes of the few people are full of joy, and they can't put it down for these two pottery bowls.

Unexpectedly, such a good thing could be produced by burning mud with fire, and several people sighed silently in their hearts.

They didn't just throw away the broken pottery shards that exploded before. On the contrary, they picked out many better ones from those pottery shards and stored them carefully.

They found that the broken pottery fragments were also useful, and they cut things much more neatly than stone knives.

It's a pity that the shape doesn't fit your hand very well. I don't know if they can be ground like stone knives, Meng thought with some regret in his heart.

When it was time to eat in the evening, everyone knew that Cheng Yang had acquired something extraordinary.

Since the people in the tribe learned how to fry sliced ​​mutton from Cheng Yang, they have fallen in love with it and eat it every day. They even learned how to use chopsticks to eat better.

In the evening, when it was time to eat dinner, everyone gathered in the open field in the center of the tribe, and each took out their own food and fire tools.

They were seriously preparing their own dinner. After the firewood was lit, they put the stone slab on it and waited for it to be heated.

At this time, these people noticed that Cheng Yang was different from the past. He did not put the stone slab on the fire to heat it up, but took out a round thing.

It looks like a stone pot!

This was the first reaction of the clansmen, but soon, they rejected this idea in their hearts. There is such a small stone pot, and the color doesn't look right.

The stone pot was more azure in color, but the one Cheng Yang took out looked grayish-yellow and felt like mud.

Everyone looked at Cheng Yang in silence, wanting to know what he was going to do.

Cheng Yang filled the pottery bowl with water, and then took out a relatively large egg from his bosom, which he specially asked for from Feng Lei, so the meat he shared was smaller than others.

He has been feeling very unwell for a long time since he ate those meats every day. Now that he has pottery bowls, he can adjust it a little bit. He wants to make custard. After all, this operation is simple and the raw materials are easy to find.

He knocked the egg in his hand lightly on the ground, put all the egg liquid in the bowl, picked up a wooden chopstick, stirred the mixture in the bowl, sprinkled some fine salt, and heated it on the fire. Basically the whole step is completed.

The custard in the bowl quickly took shape and turned into a bright yellow jelly, which looked smooth and tender, very attractive.

Without a spoon, Cheng Yang felt a little regretful, so he didn't pay much attention, so he picked up the clay bowl and drank the custard.

The amount of water put in was very appropriate, and the custard melted in the mouth and was very delicious. Cheng Yang showed an expression of enjoyment.

With a grunt, the clansmen who had been staring at Cheng Yang swallowed their saliva in vain, scolding themselves in their hearts, wouldn't it be delicious to eat their own slices of meat, why would they want to see others turn into sheep?

Not everyone is very concerned about their own face, a few jumpy young cows immediately ran to Cheng Yang's side, regardless of whether it was appropriate for an adult to stare at other children's food, and opened their mouths to ask.

"Cheng Yang, what are you eating?"

"Is it an egg? Why does it look different from our previous ones..."

"Yeah, can eggs still be cooked like this?"

Finally, someone with a slightly clear mind asked, "What did you burn on the fire? Is it a stone pot..."

If you want to eat delicious food, the key is to have tools.

That's right, the few people before suddenly realized that even if they knew what Cheng Yang was eating, it would be useless without a stone pot.

"This is not a stone pot, but a pottery bowl."

After eating all the custards and being satisfied, Cheng Yang showed everyone his newly made tools.

After seeing him use it with his own eyes, the people of the Shuofeng tribe already know how good this pottery bowl is without his introduction.

If they also had a pottery bowl, they would think of having a stone pot for cooking soup!

Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows, indicating that he could make a bigger one, which could completely replace the stone pot.

Although the previous times all ended in failure, after he kept adjusting the time of firing pottery, he has roughly mastered the temperature of pottery making. As long as there is another batch, the success rate will be much higher than before.

Not to mention clay pots and pots, even spoons can be fired, which can greatly improve Cheng Yang's current living standard.

And if this technology is used well, it will become an important bargaining chip for the Shuofeng tribe.

"Is everything you said true?!"

Yan looked surprised and looked at Cheng Yang in disbelief.

He was holding a pottery bowl in his hand, which was fired by Cheng Yang before, except for the one he used to eat soup, he sent the rest to the headman.

Several clan elders were also present, watching the pottery bowl Cheng Yang handed to the headman, their eyes fixed on it.

"Can you really make another batch?"

Several people couldn't believe it and asked Cheng Yang repeatedly.

"Yeah." Cheng Yang nodded affirmatively, "As long as there are enough materials, we can make more."

"Actually, if the cave can be rebuilt bigger, then a lot of pottery can be fired at one time."

The cave he used was built casually by a few clansmen, and it didn't take much effort at all. Not only is it simple, but the capacity inside is also very small.

When the headman heard this, he waved his hand and immediately made a decision.

"What's the matter, we'll build a bigger one when we're done working for a while!"

"Cough, Chengyang..." A clan elder coughed a few times, "I heard you have another one..."

Cheng Yang looked vigilant, and took several steps back, "I won't give that away!"

Even if a batch can still be fired, that will be a matter for the future. No matter what, he will keep a pottery bowl at hand, which can be used for eating and drinking.

Hearing that he was rejected, the elder of the tribe looked regretful, but it was expected. He had already discovered that Chengyang was very flexible, and he didn't want to coax the other children in the tribe.

Forget it, let's wait for the next batch of pottery to come out.

Several clan elders watched the headman fondly playing with the pottery bowl in his hand, and they were very envious. They couldn't help looking forward to Cheng Yang's early firing of the next batch of pottery, so that they could have a pottery bowl or something.

The more I think about it, the more I look forward to it. The faces of the clan elders are full of yearning.

The Shuofeng Tribe is happy and harmonious, but they don't know that a crisis is approaching quietly.

Taking advantage of the darkness, a group of people attacked from the depths of the dense forest to the north.