A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 88 Pottery
"What is pottery?" Lan asked.

Everyone was curious and searching. Every time Jiang Qing asked them to find something new, it meant bringing food to the tribe.

Hearing Jiang Qing ask something new, she became serious.

"Pottery can be used to hold water and food. Simply put, it is a kind of utensil. If it can be fired successfully, there will be no need to use bulky stone utensils in the future." Jiang Qing pointed to the stone pot for stewing soup. Compared with stone pots, pottery is much more convenient .

Hearing that pottery can cook and boil water, everyone's eyes lit up immediately.Utensils made of stone tools are very inconvenient to use.For example, the stone pot in the middle of the open space cannot be moved by women, and the furniture in the cave is even more troublesome.

The stone tools are heavy and should not be too thin to crack easily.Therefore, most of the stone tools are thick and take up space.There are quite a few tribesmen. In order to save space, most of the caves are not very big to avoid humidity. Some stone tools are piled up here, and the places that are not wide will be more crowded!

"Jiang Qing, can this pottery really be made?" Lan was overwhelmed with surprise, and couldn't help but stutter even when speaking.

The stone tools are too bulky, and the men are out hunting, tribal chores won't help.Women are strong, but heavy stone tools are not something women can easily move.

It often takes four or five people to move a stone pot, which is very troublesome in the long run.I heard Jiang Qing mention pottery, which is so light that even women can easily carry it.

The most important pottery is to store things, such as fruits and bacon can be put into pottery for storage.Now that the tribe has begun to implement private ownership, the cellar is a common property of the tribe, and the food that hard-working people can't finish will naturally be pickled and stored.

This is not a problem, how to store food?

It is impossible for every household to dig a cellar. The tribal area is so big, and they cannot be too far away from their own caves.After thinking about it, they can only dig one in the sunny place of their respective caves, but it is not so convenient.

"We have to wait until we find suitable clay for firing before we can confirm whether it can be made." Jiang Qing said.

"Well, let's go to the southern valley early tomorrow morning." Lan excitedly said.

Jiang Qing nodded. If there is really reddish-purple soil in the southern valley, then there is hope for firing pottery.After all, clay and clay, she just heard it from a little girl when she was working part-time.

That person likes making pottery by hand, so he deliberately found a lot of information about firing pottery.Although I didn't pay much attention to it, under the influence of my ears and eyes, I understood it a little bit.

Sometimes, if she couldn't resist, she would pull her to make pottery together. She made a water glass for Zhou Heng before, and Zhou Heng used it for a day, and said that he accidentally broke it.

At that time, she was so stupid that she really thought that she accidentally broke it.

Now that I think about why it broke, it's probably because the person didn't like that ugly water glass, so he just found a corner and threw it away.

"Kong, you said you saw the gray-white soil, do you remember where?" Jiang Qing looked at Kong, and she only trusted Xiu's words.There are five points left, and we will see the result when we go to the valley.

Sora raised his face, with a bit of baby fat on his face, with a serious expression, looking very cute.

"I can't remember exactly what it is, but I have seen it." Kong said seriously.

When it comes to pottery, Kong knows the importance.Don't dare to say it to death, after all, I am young and my memory is fuzzy.For a while, I couldn't remember where I had seen the gray-white soil, and a layer of hot sweat emerged from my anxious forehead.

Chun squeezed over and stammered, "Kong, is Kong in the valley across the river?" Chun was the strongest of the children, but he spoke slowly and stuttered.

With a runny nose, Xiao Tian was led by his mother, and said: "There are ferocious beasts in the valley, when did you go there?"

"The col on the other side of the river?" Lang Mo's eyes froze, he stared at the children, and said sharply, "Who told you to go there? Even tribal women are forbidden to enter and leave at will, you children are dying?"

Immediately, the parents of the children turned pale with fright, hugging their children tightly, not daring to speak.

Sora lowered his head, his small body flinched.

"Lang Mo, you scared them!" Jiang Qing pulled Lang Mo's hand and motioned him to keep his voice down.

Stepping forward, holding Kong's hand, he whispered, "What's the matter with the col?"

"The last time I caught a pheasant, I accidentally entered it by mistake." Kong explained softly, "I found this there..."

As he said, he untied the animal skin bag on his waist, and took out more than a dozen grains of golden wheat from it.About the size of soybeans, three or four times larger than Tianchao wheat, plump and heavy.

"Wheat?" Jiang Qing was shocked, staring at the dozen golden grains of wheat in Kong's palm in disbelief.Just learned from Xiukou that there may be corn growing in the southern valley, and now they took out more than a dozen grains of wheat. The surprise came so suddenly that Jiang Qing couldn't react for a while.

Startled, dumbfounded.

"Jiang Qing, what's the matter?" Seeing that Jiang Qing remained silent for a long time, she stared absent-mindedly at the golden particles in her empty palm.

Lang Mo frowned unconsciously, and said, "Jiang Qing, do you know this thing? This one doesn't taste good at all. It's astringent, and it pricks your mouth."

Hearing this, Jiang Qing couldn't help chuckling.

"Fool, this is wheat, also called wheat. Wheat and rice are the staple food in our place, and meat and wild vegetables are vegetables, but they are not often eaten." Jiang Qing said with a smile.

Qing asked puzzledly, "Jiang Qing, we have eaten this food before, and it's terrible."

"Yes, I also ate it. At that time, I was so hungry that I ate so fast that my mouth was bleeding..." Shui interjected.

"Wheat and rice belong to the five grains. They need to be shelled and eaten. They cannot be eaten directly. I haven't found the rice yet, but there are many ways to eat wheat. I will tell you how to eat it when I find it." Jiang Qing said briskly, and Lian Ya took The sorrows that came, are all forgotten at this time.

"Really?" Qing and the others looked skeptical, they couldn't bear to repeat the past, and Mai Mai impressed them too much.

Jiang Qing nodded and said, "Really, didn't you all say that fish is bad to eat before, but now you are rushing to eat it..."

"Too!"

"Jiang Qing must be right!"

"Yes, just do as Jiang Qing said, she won't harm us."

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With the news of Tao Tu and the unexpected traces of corn and wheat, Jiang Qing immediately beamed with joy.Saying goodbye to everyone, everyone went home early, feeling overwhelmed thinking about collecting new food tomorrow, and the shadow of the past disappeared immediately.

"Thank you, Jiang Qing! Pottery is only owned by the clan, and the tribe has no way to steal it. Even the clan has restricted the exchange." Lang Mo looked at Jiang Qing with tenderness in his eyes.

Pottery, even for the clan, is very precious.It never occurred to her that Jiang Qing knew how to make pottery. If the news leaked out, even the clan would covet Jiang Qing.

Before leaving, Lang Mo beat everyone in the tribe.Explain that no one can disclose the pottery before the pottery is made.

On the one hand, Lang Mo gave Falcon Lunbi a wink, telling them to keep an eye on everyone.No matter who has the slightest movement, immediately restrain them.

Pottery, unlike food, is related to tribal affairs, and there must be no mistakes.First bows and arrows, now pottery...

Lang Mo's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but see the different time and space mentioned by Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing is his, and no one can take it away.

On Han Jun's face, there was a look of chill and coldness.

(End of this chapter)