After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

With the help of orcs to make the tiles, Bai Wu has more free time.

In the evening, he taught the tribe's orcs to weave and make clothes.

The technical difficulty of weaving is not too high, and the people in the tribe were very ingenious at that time, drawing inferences from one instance, and within a few days, they were able to weave smooth and neat large pieces of fabric.

Instead, Bai Wu had to ask everyone for advice.

A sub-orc man with a quick hand can weave all the fabrics needed for a suit of clothes in one day, and a slow hand can also weave it in two or three days.

Bai Wu began to teach them how to cut.

Cutting is easier than weaving. Use vines to measure each person's body, divide the fabric into several pieces, and then sew them together carefully.

Once the clothes were made, Bai Wu found that each sub-orc man changed the style of the clothes intentionally or unconsciously according to his own preferences - such as the length of the robe, whether the waist is closed or not, the size of the neckline, etc.

They seem to be born with a keen sense of "beauty".

Bai Wu watched from the side, admiring her deeply.

The sub-beast people were not very satisfied, Lian An sighed: "It would be great if there were other colors of fabrics, this color is too light."

"Yes." A suborc man answered, "I don't know if there are white catkins of other colors."

"I've been everywhere around here, but I've never seen it before."

Bai Wu was busy weaving next to him. Hearing what they said, he casually said, "There are no other colors of Baixu fruit, but this fabric can be dyed."

As soon as he said this, the Asian orcs looked up at him in unison, "How do you dye this?"

Bai Wu was so stared at that his scalp became numb, and he leaned back, "It can be dyed with colored fruits and flowers and leaves."

"Fruits and flower leaves? Apply directly on them? Will the color not fade?"

"Well, I can't tell. When I'm free, I'll go outside and find some suitable materials, dye them for you, and you'll know."

The Asian orcs all showed regretful expressions on their faces.

Bai Wu comforted, "It will be soon."

Immediately, a suborc man asked, "Is there only pottery left in your house?"

"There are still tiles to be finished." Bai Wu said, "There's not much left, just wait for me for a few days."

"How many days will I have to wait? Wu, wait a minute, I'll ask my brother to help you make tiles."

"And me, my two older brothers can go over and help!"

"I, I'm going to find my father!"

The sub-beasts did what they said, and immediately went home to find someone with their robes, but Bai Wu couldn't stop calling from behind.

The orcs in the tribe were either requested by friends or family members, and they really went to help Baiwu make tiles and chop firewood after hunting every day.

There was already someone to help at home, and Bai Wu planned to spend half a month with the orcs to finish the tiles.

Unexpectedly, the number of people who came to help surged, and the workload of half a month was completed in only four days.

It happened that the pottery in Baiwu's house had been dried in the shade and dipped in glaze, and now it was dried in the shade again and could be fired directly.

Bai Wu talked to his family, planning to finish the pottery first.

On this day, Bai Wu's family got up early in the morning, collected fish cages and milked goats, and after a simple breakfast, they flew to the pottery kiln with baskets on their backs.

The early morning fog was very cool, and the family flew over, but they were sweating from the heat.

Mo put down the back basket, loosened his muscles and bones, and said, "I'll go to the other side to transport firewood."

A few people followed Mo's gaze to the other side, where there were piles of firewood that the clansmen had helped to collect.

Bai Wu specially asked them to put the firewood on the other side of the river, in case of fire, it would be easier to put out the fire.

Chuan said: "Then let's move out the pottery first."

There is a lot of rain in summer.

They are afraid that the rain will wet the pottery blanks, so they store the pottery blanks in the pottery kiln.

Now to fire pottery, the pottery blanks have to be moved out and rearranged.

Bai Wu lowered his head and got into the dim pottery kiln, and began to move the pottery blanks.

These pottery blanks have been dried in the shade first, and then dried in the shade with a layer of glaze on the back. Now the overall color is dark brown, and it is very strong and heavy to the touch.

Especially the [-] large pottery vats that Bai Wu specially asked for, they were so tired that they almost broke their waists when they moved them out.

After moving the pottery jars, An supported his waist to take a rest, "Ten pottery pots are usually enough for people to make, and counting the pottery blanks that may be burnt, they only make twenty pottery pots, but we actually made fifty pottery pots." .”

Bai Wu didn't raise his head, "There's no harm in making more. In the future, there will be more places to use ceramic vats for brewing wine to make sauce for food. Twenty or thirty pots may not be enough."

Kishi couldn't imagine, "There are only four of us, no matter how we do it, we can't use so much, right?"

"You'll find out later."

Mo and Chuan are both veterans of kiln firing. After placing the pottery blanks neatly in the kiln according to the size and firing requirements, they began to pile up firewood in the fire channel and start firing.

With such a big kiln and a lot of pottery in their house, it takes at least two days to burn it. It is impossible for everyone to keep watching the fire, and they have to take turns.

After the fire was lit, Bai Wu and Chuan watched the fire during the day, and Mo Dai'an watched the fire at night. The family divided into two batches and came in turn.

Bai Wu sat in front of the fire mouth, looked at the pottery kiln with a grass stalk in her mouth, "I don't know how many pottery can be fired this time,"

"This time, everyone came to help. The mud is very solid, and the shape of the utensils has been trimmed repeatedly. The number should not be small. Wu, if you are tired, go to sleep next to it for a while, and I will call you if something happens."

The haystack next to the pottery kiln is specially cut by Baiwu to feed the sheep.

Now the forage is growing fat and tender, so he cuts it to dry and plans to use it in winter.

The hay is now piled on the side, just as a natural bed.

Bai Wu refused to go to rest, and Chuan didn't persuade him much.

The father and son chatted while working, and the day passed quickly.

In the evening, Modai'an came to watch the fire and watch the night, and the next day, Chuan and Baiwu were watching again during the day.

The fire lasted until noon on the third day, when Chuan judged that the batch of pottery was almost finished, so the two added firewood for the last time, mixed wet mud to seal the pottery kiln, and went home to rest until the pottery kiln cooled down.

The pottery kiln cooled down for a day and a half.

Another morning, Bai Wu cooked a simple goat's milk porridge to eat with his family, and hurriedly led his family to start the kiln.

The fruits of their hard work for more than a month are here.

Before starting the kiln, Bai Wu was very nervous.

Chuan and Mo's expressions were very calm.

Chuan patted Bai Wu's back and comforted him, "Don't worry, we've done every step. If it really doesn't work, it's the order of the Beast God."

Bai Wu couldn't help but worry.

He will use the clay tank to make wine, make sauce, and store food, and he will use the clay pot to stir-fry vegetables, croquettes, and cook hot pot... There are too many times to use, and I can't help being nervous.

Mo pried open the wet mud sealed outside with a wooden stick, and a smell of burned mud mixed with charcoal fire came out.

Chuan stretched his hand into it to explore, "It's not hot, you can move out the pottery inside."

"I'll move it!"

"Wu, wait for me."

The family took out all kinds of pottery such as pottery jars, pots, pots, bowls, and plates from the pottery kiln, and stacked them neatly on the open space outside the pottery kiln.

At a glance, there are two to three hundred pieces of these pottery.

They were densely packed in the open space, and there was almost no place for Bai Wu's family to set foot.

Kishi looked at the pottery all over the floor, and opened his mouth slightly, "There are so many pottery this year!"

Chuan said: "If we burn it once, it is worth other people's burning it ten times."

"Thanks to Wu asking for everyone's help, it's not too tiring to burn so many pottery. Wu, come over and inspect this batch of pottery."

Bai Wu didn't raise her head, "Look first, I'll come over later."

He had just checked it out roughly.

Most of these pottery are intact, a few cracks have been burned, and a very small number have been burnt into pottery slag.

This firing was successful, and there must be enough pottery he wanted.

He cares more about tiles now.

Bai Wu ducked into the pottery kiln and found the tiles he was trying to put in in the corner.

He placed three tiles in total, two of which were intact, neither deformed nor cracked.

The two tiles are buckled lightly, and they are firmly buckled.

Good luck!

Bai Wu breathed a sigh of relief, with a genuine smile on his face.

Presumably, after all the tiles are dry, they can be used to make roofs after they are fired.

Bai Wu took the tiles and walked to the river, and dripped a few drops of water on the tiles with his hands.

The drops of water fell firmly on the concave place in the middle and did not penetrate.

The tiles sintered successfully and did not absorb water.

Rain, snow, wind and frost should not have much impact on the tiles.

Much better than the thatched huts on top of their nests.

Bai Wu watched very intently.

Kishi counted on his fingers beside him, "One, two, three... 32. Wu, there are 32 usable pots alone!"

Bai Wu came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and pointed, "Aren't there cracks on this mouth, this mouth and these mouths?"

"Small cracks, it's not a problem. It's good to put some things in there. There are 27 clay pots that can be used. Yafu, this batch of pottery is not bad!"

"That's right. Kishi, don't move it yet, these clay pots are too heavy, let your father move them."

The family put the clay pots and pots in the basket first and carried them back.

Pottery is very fragile, and when transported in animal form, it can only be transported individually, but now it can only be transported back in large quantities.

The pottery was fired successfully, and the family breathed a sigh of relief.

For dinner, Bai Wu cooked for himself, fried and boiled in clay pots, made several delicious dishes, and the family had a good meal.

During dinner, Bai Wu said: "Ya Fu, Ah Fu, tomorrow I'm going to take the sub-orcs in the tribe out to collect things that can be dyed. I guess I'll come back later, so I don't have to wait for my meal."

Kishi nodded repeatedly, "I'll go with Wu, and you don't have to wait for me to eat."

Chuan asked: "Wu, do you have an idea? What do you want to collect?"

"The most common thing now is black fruit. Today it may be mainly black fruit. By the way, let's see if we can collect other things that can be dyed."

Wuguo is a small finger-sized fruit, sweet and sour with many seeds, which can be found all over the mountains and plains.

The sub-orcs in the tribe like to use it as a snack, but they can't eat too much, because if they eat too much, they will become constipated.

Bai Wu planned to pick the blackberries tomorrow, tore off the skin of the blackberries, and smashed them to make dyes for fabrics.

Picking berries is not dangerous.

Chuan didn't stop him, but only asked, "Which way are you going?"

"Let's go to the direction of the salt lake. Let's scoop up some salt lake water by the way. It will be used for dyeing."

Kishi nodded wildly, "Yes, yes."

Chuan muttered a few words to be careful, and stopped asking.