wild trail

Chapter 59
As the gap on the top of the carbon kiln was sealed with mud, Wang Lang always felt that something was wrong, but Wang Lang couldn't remember what was wrong for a while.

People can't just stand here and wait. Wang Lang took advantage of the charcoal burning time to let people collect rattan and weave some rattan baskets. Since he had previous experience in weaving bamboo baskets, except for Kong Yi and Kong Er who were not proficient, Others are very skilled in weaving, and they weaved ten rattan baskets in one day.

After a day of cooling, Wang Lang opened the charcoal kiln and checked the ashes with a wooden stick, but to his disappointment, the experiment failed completely. A large part of the wood was not completely burned, and only a few charcoals were burned. less part.

Wang Lang talked for a while, and asked people to knock usable charcoal from unburned logs and put them into rattan baskets.

Looking at a pile of unburned wood, Wang Lang rubbed his temples, thinking about what went wrong.

"Lon, what's the use of these burnt logs?" a man named Bark asked.

Looking at the pitiful charcoal, Wang Lang said helplessly: "This thing is called charcoal. It is better to use it to burn pottery than wood, but this time the charcoal fired was a little unsuccessful."

"Then what is success?" asked Fire.

Wang Lang shook his head and said, "Only if most of these logs are burned into charcoal, it's just that it's useless to get such a little now, alas! You go to work, and I'll think about what the problem is."

Huo looked at Wang Lang who was frowning tightly, and wanted to help, but he didn't understand this at all, so he could only say, "Lang, with your wisdom, you will definitely be able to figure out a way."

Wang Lang nodded and smiled, but didn't speak, just squatted by the pit and rubbed his chin to look at the simple charcoal kiln.

Huo looked at Wang Lang, shook his head, and led the others to weave rattan baskets, leaving Wang Lang a quiet place to think.

Wang Lang held a piece of unburned wood and looked left and right. It was obvious that the flame of this piece of wood was extinguished when the air was exhausted, but if the air was not blocked, the wood would be burned to ashes. Wang Lang had a headache.

Time passed by little by little, and Wang Lang had almost no clue for more than an hour.

"Lang, drink some water." Huo walked over with a bowl of water and said.

Wang Lang took the bowl and took a sip of water. Suddenly, there was a light, and he stared straight at the pottery bowl in his hand.

"I'm so stupid. I don't have bricks, so I can use mud? I didn't think of such a simple thing." Wang Lang patted his head in frustration, stood up and said to Huo excitedly: "You brought this bowl of water It was too timely, and this time is really thanks to you."

Huo looked at Wang Lang blankly, but he just brought a bowl of water over and did nothing.

Wang Lang ignored Huo who was in a forced state, called a few people, and asked them to fetch water from the river with clay pots, and he gathered the soil left over from digging the pit and piled it together.

After finishing these, Wang Lang and Huo chopped the dried wood into sticks of different lengths.

After working for an hour, Wang Lang selected the shortest piece of wood from the chopped wood, nailed it to the ground with a stone axe, and piled it into a cone shape according to the length of the wood, leaving a certain gap in the middle and filling it with hay.

After all the cut sticks were used up, a conical firewood pile with a diameter of more than two meters appeared in front of people.

People looked at the firewood pile blankly, not knowing what was the use of making such a strange new shape.

"Lang, what are you doing so hard to pile up the wood like this?" People asked in puzzlement.

"I decided to change the method of burning charcoal, and I will definitely succeed this time." Wang Lang said confidently.

People stared at the firewood pile and saw nothing.

Huo asked, "Then what shall we do next, set fire to these logs?"

Wang Lang shook his head and said, "Of course not, you dig more soil now, and then you just follow my example."

The people didn't ask any more questions, and started digging the soil with broken branches according to Wang Lang's instructions.

With the joint efforts of the people, it didn't take long to dig enough soil for Wang Lang.

With the soil, Wang Lang used the water he collected to turn the soil into mud, and then rubbed the mud into clods wider than the palm of his hand, and piled them up little by little along the bottom of the firewood pile.

"If you see it, you follow my practice and pile it up little by little along the shape of the firewood pile." Wang Lang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone.

People watched carefully for a long time, and felt that there was no difficulty. As the saying goes, there is great strength in numbers. If Wang Lang did this job by himself, it would take at least a few hours. The pile was covered with mud, but Wang Lang did not seal the top.

Looking at the conical mound of dirt in front of them, the men showed wretched smiles on their faces. If they made another similar one next to it, it would look like a woman's breast. If the gap at the top was covered with mud, it would look even better. Like it.

The women looked at the gazes of the men, and glanced back and forth between their chests and the pile of dirt. They didn't know what shyness was, but at this moment they just felt very annoyed, grabbed the wooden sticks on the ground and pointed at them. Watch the hardest hole hit one go.

Seeing Kong Yi who was running around being chased and beaten by several women, all the men couldn't help but secretly wiped off their sweat. This woman became angry, her fighting strength is really not much worse than that of men.

Wang Lang ignored the screaming Kong Yi, and used a wooden stick to dig a few small holes at the bottom of the dirt pile, and then let people start a fire.

Burning wood was used to ignite the dry grass on the top, and the red flame spread down the dry grass between the sticks, and it didn't take long to ignite the dry sticks.

After the flames could be seen from the small hole at the bottom, Wang Lang sealed the gap at the top and the small hole at the bottom with mud.

"It should work this time!"

Looking at the little soil bag in front of him, Wang Lang suddenly became worried about gain and loss.

After finishing their work, people saw the poor Kong Yi was surrounded by those women, squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, his eyes were full of fear, and his eyes were full of pleading when he looked at Wang Lang and the others.

Seeing his miserable appearance, the men shivered subconsciously, secretly glad that it was not too obvious just now.

As the patriarch, Wang Lang couldn't watch the bloody conflicts within the tribe, so he walked over and coughed and said, "It's enough for you women, did you beat him like this without seeing him?"

Seeing the most respected patriarch come to intercede for this guy, those women couldn't do too much, they threw down the wooden sticks and let Kong Yi go, and then gave a hard look to the spectator not far away. Several men.

Kong Yi, who had escaped, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw those women leaving, and looked at Wang Lang gratefully.

Wang Lang didn't know if this experience would cause any shadows in his heart, but what made him even more curious was why the women who had been running naked all this time cared so much about men spying on their private parts. Such an extremely profound question, Wang Lang didn't understand until his death.

(End of this chapter)