After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

early morning.

Bai Wu took a bowl of ginger milk and went down to look for Da Da.

With his back to Bai Wu, he stood in the pile of logs.

The stone ax in his left hand struck the wood, and with his right hand, he smashed the stone ax with a huge boulder, and smashed the stone ax into the wood two or three times, splitting the huge wood.

Bai Wu tiptoed over, and before reaching Da, Da had already turned his head and greeted him, "I heard your footsteps from a long distance away, why don't you go collect today?"

"Can you hear it so noisy? I don't collect it today. I want to burn some glass these days. I wonder if you are interested. If you are interested, you can come and have a look."

"What is—glass, glass?"

"It's kind of like a pottery shard, translucent. I want to put it on the wall when I build a house, so that it can get some light."

The hand holding the stone ax stopped, and the mouth opened and closed, "Why don't I seem to understand?"

"Anyway, it's just to make a new thing. If you're free and interested, you can come and have a look. It might be useful in the future. Here's this for you—"

Bai Wu handed the ginger milk to him, "Yesterday, the priest and I went out to collect some ginger, so I made some ginger milk. I don't know if you like its taste, try it?"

Da Da took Jiang Zhuang's milk, and his nose fluttered, "Isn't this a spicy medicine? Many children in the tribe have tasted it. Can it be used to boil goat's milk?"

"You'll know if you try it? I'll go first."

"You're going to burn that today, glass, glass?"

"It can't be burned today, and we have to prepare again. You can come and take a look when you have time."

"Want to help?"

"No, Lord Priest will help me."

Bai Wu and Nan Yao had previously agreed to meet in front of the pottery kiln today.

When he arrived, Nan Yao had already arrived, standing in front of the pottery kiln, and seemed to be observing the mold he made.

Before Bai Wu approached, Nan Yao turned his head first, "These molds are completely dry. Burn glass today?"

"How can it be so fast? You have to burn charcoal first. The calorific value of firewood is relatively low, and it can't be burned high enough. It probably can't melt the sand."

"What's the calorific value? What about charcoal?"

"The calorific value is a standard for measuring fuel? If it is in my dream, don't worry about it. Charcoal is the black solid left when the firewood is not burned out? Anyway, it is something to be fired."

Nan Yao frowned slightly.

Bai Wu took something out of the back basket, "I brought you two pieces of cloth and a piece of soap. I don't know what color cloth you like, but I brought you the original color. I will trouble you for a few days."

"……thanks."

"You're welcome, do you know how to use it?"

"meeting."

Bai Wu smiled at him, "That's good."

After taking out the cloth and soap, Bai Wu took out two broken small earthen pots, "This is what is used to burn the glass, and it can be burned when the charcoal is ready."

Two small clay pots, one of which was filled with crushed limestone.

The other is plant ash extract.

Last night, he soaked plant ash in hot water, clarified and filtered it repeatedly, leaving pure ash water, and then put it into a broken tank to slowly evaporate to dryness. The same process was busy until the middle of the night, and then he saved these two spoonfuls of extract.

Now when he took it out, he was very careful, for fear of accidentally spilling it.

After showing it for a while, Bai Wu put the small jar back into the back basket. Tonight he will continue to soak it in lime water, and now he is just showing it to Nan Yao.

"What am I going to do now?"

"Help me move the tiles out of the pottery kiln first, and then change this batch to burn."

Before going out to fetch sand, Baiwu burned a kiln tile to let it cool naturally.

Now is the time to verify how well the tiles are burning.

Nan Yao took a stone ax to knock off the wet mud sealed outside the pottery kiln.

Bai Wu smelled the familiar clay and smoke, and stretched a hand into the pottery kiln. The air inside was dry and warm, "It's almost cooling."

As he spoke, he bent down and got into the pottery kiln, took out a stack of tiles from the very edge, and retreated outside the pottery kiln to take a closer look under the skylight.

Perhaps because the shape of the tiles is so simple, this time the tiles were fired particularly successfully. Bai Wu inspected more than a dozen tiles in a row, and turned them all the way to the bottom. The entire stack of tiles was almost intact, not to mention broken, not even a crack could be seen.

"It's really done." Bai Wu's eyes lit up, he put the tile in his hand on the ground, bent down and drilled into the pottery kiln, "I'll go inside and have a look."

The temperature outside the kiln is not so uniform, and the tiles are fired successfully, let alone the tiles inside.

Soon, Bai Wu bent down and got out with a stack of tiles in his arms, and said to Nanyao, "This time the tiles were fired very successfully, far beyond my expectations."

"Congratulations."

"We are both happy and happy, if the next kiln can be as successful, there will be almost double the number of tiles." Bai Wu happily turned over the tiles in his hand, "If you want, take some back and use them. "

Nan Yao looked at the heavy tiles in his hand, "What am I going to do?"

"build house."

"I'm still getting used to my nest."

"That's not necessarily the case. Everyone just doesn't see the advantages of houses now. I guarantee that if they see the real thing, most people will give up their nests and choose houses."

Bai Wu struggled to get out the burnt tiles, and moved in the unburnt tiles.

Nan Yao was too tall to get into the pottery kiln, so he went to the opposite bank to carry firewood for him.

Kiln firing is trivial and boring.

The two moved slowly, until noon, when Bai Wu finished the kiln and started to light the fire.

He gasped for breath, "It will burn until tomorrow night."

"And start burning the glass?"

"That won't work. At least one more charcoal kiln needs to be fired, and then we can check the quality of the charcoal before making any plans."

Nan Yao frowned even tighter.

Bai Wu laughed instead, "Building a house is already very troublesome, take your time, and it will always be done."

"If you change someone, you might not have to do these troublesome things."

"So that's not me."

Bai Wu paused, and said very flatly: "I have the ability to live a better life, and I will not compromise with God."

He didn't mention the Beast God, but the somewhat awkward "God".

Nan Yao looked at him quietly without correcting him.

He didn't even notice it himself.

In the afternoon, Bai Wu started picking firewood for charcoal.

He tends to choose large and hard wood. Thick hardwood is carbonized at high temperature under oxygen-deficient conditions, and the quality of the charcoal burned will be very good.

The soft wood is very flammable, and it will burn out in a while, but it will not produce any charcoal.

Burn tiles.

Wait for the kiln to cool down.

Move the tiles away.

Burn the charcoal again.

Wait for the charcoal to cool.

This process lasted for seven days.

Only when his father comes to help burn for a while every evening, Bai Wu is free to go out to collect with his back basket on his back.

Nan Yao only went hunting at this time.

Compared with the meager amount of food collected by Baiwu, which is almost enough for one person to eat, Nanyao can seize the opportunity to hunt medium and large prey in this short period of time every day.

At such times, he would often stop to share some of the meat.

Bai Wu reciprocated, and would give him another copy when the meal was ready.

The two of you come and go, and get along quite happily.

Early in the morning, after a simple breakfast, Bai Wu and his family flew to the pottery kiln with a few pots of limestone powder and plant ash extract accumulated during this period.

Nan Yao was already waiting for him there.

Bai Wu waved his hand, "Morning. Start burning glass today!"

Nan Yao nodded, and reached out to take his back basket, "What am I going to do?"

"Come with me to mix the sand, limestone powder and plant ash extract and put it on the mold."

Bai Wu put down the back basket, "Just use the back basket to mix, the sand we got is so fine, it should be able to mix it evenly."

"How to match?"

"I don't know the specific ratio. Pour everything into the basket and mix it. If there is more, there will be more, and if there is less, there will be less."

Nan Yao didn't object.

The two poured the sand, lime powder and plant ash extract into the back basket in two batches and stirred them, then covered them and shook them well.

Bai Wu carried over the previously made mold.

He successively made 57 molds, [-] of which were broken due to various reasons, leaving only [-].

Today they can only do 57 panes.

The pottery kiln is a public pottery kiln in the clan, but it is Bai Wu's family's turn to use it. After the two-month period expires, it has to be handed over to the next family.

There are not a few days left now, if the firing is not successful this time, Bai Wu will have to build a small kiln and fire slowly.

At that time, the temperature will not be as high as that of a regular pottery kiln, and the efficiency will be much lower. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Bai Wu never wants to go to that point.

Bai Wu checked the mold again.

The mold made of clay is square, with a side length of about [-] centimeters. It is made of two pieces of clay glued together, and looks like a box from the outside.

In fact, there is indeed a hollow of about one centimeter inside.

Bai Wu and Nan Yao worked together to spread the sand tightly into the mold, flatten and compact it, and then put it into the pottery kiln.

This is also a compromise under difficult conditions.

If there are conditions, it is not this burning method.

Sand does not melt into a state like molten iron, it just softens.

If Bai Wu had metal on hand, he could make holding tools, and he could also blow glass.

Now he can only take such a stupid way, hoping that it will be fused and sintered, and it will be sintered into a flat glass in the earthen box.

"This kiln is still too big, and it's not easy to control. If it's smaller, maybe I can get a bellows out."

Nan Yao heard him muttering to himself, "I don't know what to do?"

"A little bit." Bai Wu licked his chapped lips, "No matter how uncertain it is, it's going to start burning now, let's start the fire."

"I'm coming or are you coming?"

"Me! I will come myself."

Bai Wu took out the fire primer from the basket on his back, poured the carbon ash buried with sparks on the tinder, held it with his hands, and patiently blew it up.

Sparks quickly ignite the tinder.

The tinder burst into flames, and the white wu was added to the fallen leaves, and then to the twigs.

After a puff of white smoke, the fire crackled and burned.

Bai Wu clamped up the fallen leaves with branches, and ignited the wood in the fire channel of the pottery kiln almost with the solemnity of lighting a holy fire.

The wood quickly ignited a raging fire and burned inside.

Inside is a mountain of charcoal erected, which burns red as soon as it is ignited.

"Okay." Bai Wu heaved a sigh of relief, "Now it's up to fate, after burning the kiln charcoal, whether it's burned or not, it will be like that."

"This kiln will only burn for one day at most."

"Then burn it for a whole day, seal the kiln after burning, and wait until it cools down tomorrow."

Bai Wu sat down on the wooden pier, not caring about her appearance, she stretched her long legs, "I'm really exhausted this time, no matter if I succeed or not this time, I have to rest for a while."

"Know that rest is good."

"Hey, if it succeeds, I will take a few days less rest. It will be autumn soon. I will build the house while there is less rain."

The two sat in front of the pottery kiln and chatted nonsense, mainly Bai Wu said, Nan Yao listened silently.

The charcoal made from hardwood is very good, and Baiwu didn't add charcoal a few times in the morning.

He held the charcoal in his hands and played with it.

The charcoal is heavy to the touch, the sound of the percussion is very transparent, and the quality is excellent.

Nan Yao went to pick up food at noon, "What do you want to eat?"

Bai Wu sat up straight, "Anything is fine."

"You watch and talk, I choose to listen."

"I want a medium-sized bird. You can bring some salt, onion and ginger. By the way, didn't I send you sourdough? You can bring some sourdough by the way—"

Nanyao didn't wait for Bai Wu to finish speaking, and changed back into the shape of a beast, flapping his wings and flying high.

Bai Wu's eyes widened, and when he was gone, he blinked his sour eyes, "I'll go! I really want to say what I want to say, and listen to you whether I want to listen or not!"

Nanyao didn't listen to everything he had to say, but in the end he followed Bai Wu's will and brought back a cleanly slaughtered bird.

All the seasonings that Baiwu needs are also there.

Bai Wu checked it, "I thought I wouldn't be able to eat today."

"What to eat?"

"Have you ever eaten a kiln bird?" Bai Wu washed his hands, and took a stone knife to cut the onion and ginger, "Come on, I know you must have never eaten it, today I will let you experience it."

"What else do I need?"

"How many more big non-poisonous leaves do you pick? I'm going to use them to wrap the birds."

"I'm going."

Bai Wu hummed a song, marinated the bird with scallion and ginger seasoning, washed his hands again to mix the mud.

There was a lot of ready-made clay on the side, and he added water in twos and twos to make the mud together.

When Nanyao came back, he not only brought a stack of leaves, but also brought back two thin vines.

Bai Wu gave him a thumbs up.

This man is too careful.

Baiwu wraps the marinated bird with seasonings in big leaves, then binds it with vines, and pastes a thick layer of wet mud on the outside.

After the paste was finished, he directly pushed the lump of mud into the fire path with firewood.

The charcoal fire in the kiln was booming, and they didn't even have to start a fire.

Sitting outside with nothing to do, Bai Wu patiently turned the kiln bird with a wooden stick, judging the heat of the bird meat inside by the degree of dryness of the mud outside.

After the kiln bird was cooked, Bai Wu pulled it out with a wooden stick, "It can be eaten after it cools down."

"It's so wrapped up, when will it hang out?"

"That makes sense."

Bai Wu took advantage of the opportunity to hit it with the wooden stick in his hand, and the mud shell shattered, revealing the yellow-green leaves.

There was still heat on the leaves, and a meaty smell with the aroma of grass and trees was steaming up, and Baiwu sniffed, feeling even hungrier.

He used a wooden stick to pick apart the vines and the leaves with great difficulty. The bird meat inside was golden yellow, and the thinner parts such as the wings had an attractive burnt brown.

Bai Wu swallowed, "I'll taste it first."

He hurried to the river to wash his hands, and when he came back, he tried to eat the bird meat from the relatively warm place of the wings.

When the first wing was torn off, he handed it to Nan Yao first, and then went directly to grab the other one regardless of Nan Yao's reaction after handing it over.

The tips of the bird's wings are very tender and smooth, much more tender than the bird meat that is simply grilled over charcoal fire, and the whole piece of meat can be torn off with a light tear of the teeth.

This bird meat is full of fragrance, just right salty, delicious and juicy, and has a very unique flavor.

happy!

Bai Wu held the meat in front of his eyes for a look, trying to identify the species of the bird, so he would make it for his family next time.

However, the bird is already ripe, and there are no other characteristics to identify it except size.

Bai Wu looked at it for two seconds, but couldn't stand the smell of the meat, so he quickly stuffed the bird meat into his mouth and started to eat it.

Bai Wu said that he wanted to let it cool down to eat, but in fact neither he nor Nanyao ate the chilled bird meat.

The bird meat was so fragrant, the two of them took one bite after another, and couldn't wait for it to dry, so they stuffed it into their stomachs.

After eating the meat, Bai Wu even wanted to suck the bones - the meat was completely marinated and the bones were easy to chew.

After eating meat at noon, Bai Wu even took a nap.

After all the charcoal was burned in the afternoon, the two of them packed things, cleaned up the residue, sealed the kiln, and after confirming that there was no danger, they agreed to come to the kiln together the next afternoon to see the results of this firing.

Bai Wu yawned and went home, didn't eat much for dinner, went to the remote rocky beach with An to take a bath, and rolled directly into the bed and fell asleep.

He fell asleep hard, and didn't wake up until the sun was in the middle the next day.

Kishi and Chuan were making lunch, and Ta and Mo were chatting by the firepit.

Bai Wu stretched out his hand to rake the messy hair, sat up, lay down on the side of the nest and asked, "Yafu, didn't you go to collect it today?"

"I came back from the collection, and I'm waiting to see the glass you burned."

"It may not be possible to burn successfully."

"Hey." Da shouted, "You have spent so much effort and done so many things, how could it be unsuccessful?"

Bai Wu put on his shoes, "What if?"

"However, even if you can't do it, the priest can do it."

"!" Bai Wu turned around and took advantage of Chuan's inattention, and made a gesture of cutting his throat at Da Da, "Who can't do it anymore?"

Kishi "quack" laughed so much that his back teeth were exposed.

Bai Wu went to the firepit and took a toothbrush down to wash.

When they came back, more than 30 orcs and sub-orcs had gathered by the firepit of their house.

When Bai Wu asked, everyone was curious about what glass is, so they came here together.

Bai Wu didn't mind being visited by people, but under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, he couldn't even swallow the food, so he had to take a few mouthfuls and lead everyone to the pottery kiln.

He also wanted to wait for Nanyao to come before opening the kiln.

Unexpectedly, this group of people had already invited Nan Yao over to watch the fun.

The two nodded their heads across the crowd, and there was some helplessness in each other's eyes.

Bai Wu took the pile of wooden sticks that were handed over, knocked off the mud seal, and reached into the kiln, "It's still a little hot."

He hadn't finished speaking when the sixteen or seventeen hands beside him squeezed into the kiln like tree branches.

He was eager to try, "I can go in."

Everyone looked at Bai Wu together.

Bai Wu had no choice but to nod, she could indeed go in, but her feet were just hot.

Kishi asked: "Wu, can I just move the glass out of the glass?"

"Move out the mud box inside. The box is a bit big, everyone spread out, I will go by myself, you don't know the situation."

Bai Wu dared not lay hands on others.

He went inside himself, moved three boxes out and put them on the ground.

The box was burnt unevenly, the top was uneven, but it was not deformed as a whole.

Bai Wu placed both hands on the top lid.

All eyes on the scene fell on Bai Wu's hands, only Nan Yao looked into Bai Wu's eyes.

The crowd was crowded, and the two looked at each other.

Nan Yao nodded slightly at Bai Wu, as if to indicate that he could open it, and as if to encourage him.

It's time for the lottery.

Bai Wu took a deep breath and gently lifted the mud cover.

Inside the clay box was a whole piece of pale green glass, unbroken or broken.

It lies quietly in the mud box, like a pool of lake water inlaid on the earth in spring.

The crowd held their breath.

Hey!

The glass burned more successfully than he imagined!

Bai Wu took a long breath and looked up at Nan Yao again.

The two looked at each other tacitly.

This time, both of them had smiles in their eyes.