Chapter 182 He won't call me, will he? (Please vote and subscribe)

In fact, the process of human learning and creation is so simple. Maybe it was just an accidental discovery by children during unconscious play, and then after the adults' thinking, exploration, and continuous attempts, pottery was created.

The Bian tribe has already made this accidental discovery. As for whether their adults have tried it, Luo Chong doesn't know yet. But even if it is not made now, with the pottery of the Han tribe as a reference, I believe that it will take no more than a year for the Bian tribe to burn its own pottery. But this is no longer important. With the Han tribe as a neighbor, the Bian tribe is destined to have no future.

Luo Chong smiled at the little girl and waved to her to come over. The little girl was unmoved and hid the pottery whistle behind her and took two steps back.

Is there no way out? How could it be possible?

Luo Chong did not speak, but clasped his hands together to make a hollow Xun shape and blew into it with all his strength.

"Woo——"

Suddenly, a louder whistle sounded from Luo Chong's palm, which startled the little girl, but also made her very curious. This foreigner also has a whistle? His whistle is so loud. What does his whistle look like?

Luo Chong seemed to know what she was thinking. He deliberately stretched out his palm to show her, but there was nothing in it. Then he folded his hands again and blew the whistle again.

The little girl was stunned. There was nothing in her hand. Could it be that his whistle was in his mouth! ?

Luo Chong waved at the little girl again, and the girl came over involuntarily.

"Do you want to learn to whistle? Show me your whistle and I'll show you mine." Luo Chong gestured a few times and pointed behind the little girl.

The girl nodded and took out her little hand behind her back. In her palm was the pottery whistle. I don't know what kind of soil this pottery whistle was made of. The surface was a little black and rough, but it was indeed hard enough to make primary pottery.

The whistle is a tube with only one hole on it. It looks like a piece of mud is directly wrapped around the finger, and then the finger is pulled out, so it becomes a mud tube. Luo Chong tried to blow it a few times, but it was not easy to make a sound. He needed to find a good angle.

The little girl looked at Luo Chong eagerly as he played with her toy, expecting Luo Chong to share his whistle with her, but he didn't.

After returning the little girl's pottery whistle, Luo Chong taught her to whistle with a hand-made xiao as agreed. He demonstrated several times, and the little girl watched and learned seriously.

This method is not difficult. Hold the two hands loosely to make a hollow shape, leave a thin gap between the two thumbs together, and seal all other parts. Then blow into the gap from the fish muscle of both hands, and you can blow a loud whistle. This whistle is much louder than blowing directly with the mouth, and it is easy to learn.

The little girl tried several times and soon mastered the blowing angle and technique. She kept blowing the whistle with a smile on her face. She was very happy, and then she turned around to show off to her friends in the settlement.

Luo Chong also got up and followed. Most people in the Bian tribe had seen Luo Chong and knew that he came with Xiaodie today, so they didn't stop him. Rourou and Huishan also got up and followed Luo Chong.

A group of children in the Bian tribe watched from several meters away. Some brave children ran over to touch the elephant's legs. When they saw the elephant turned its head to look at them, they ran away in fear. The other children watched with laughter.

There were also many straw huts in the settlement. On the ground covered by the straw huts, there were pieces of linen that had not been woven yet. The 20 meters of woolen cloth that Luo Chong sent was hung on the pole where they hung the cloth. Several elderly women were discussing something in front of the woolen cloth, but from their expressions, it was clear that they were constantly praising it.

A wisp of green smoke was rising from the east of the residence. It was only mid-afternoon and not time for dinner. So what were they cooking?

The result was soon revealed. Luo Chong walked a few steps forward and soon saw a field of black pottery. However, most of them were defective products. Some were not fired, some were cracked, and only a few were intact and usable. However, it didn't matter. They were still trying.

There was no pottery kiln. The pottery firing method of the Bian tribe was still the open-air stacking firing method. A large pile of firewood was placed at the bottom, and a few clay embryos were placed on top. Then a layer of firewood was covered on top. The fire burned fiercely, wasting a lot of firewood, but it was difficult to burn a few finished products.

The firing time was too short, and the temperature of the open-air stacking was too low, and the yield rate was also very low. Even if there were a few formed ones, the color was not good-looking. Most of them were black, which was completely different from the earthy red pottery of the Han tribe.

Luo Chong couldn't help shaking his head, but he had to admire them. He himself had a life of cheating. He knew the method of firing pottery in his previous life. The Bian tribe was inventing and creating, which was completely different in nature.

He just stood there motionless, watching others making pottery. This lasted half an afternoon. The women who were harvesting ramie in the hemp fields on the hillside also came back from work. The hunting team of the tribe also came back. They shot some flightless birds, marmots, and a large emu.

This thing is a close relative of the moa. It looks more like an ostrich and is also very tall, but it does not have a head and beak as big as the moa. Moreover, this thing is vegetarian. The men caught it with ropes and a large net. It seems that the whole tribe has dinner.

Shang and Xiaodie also came back with two bundles of ramie on sticks. As a result, they saw Luo Chong standing there watching others make fire. Shang's smiling face turned pale.

It's over. We've been discovered. The Han leader knows that we are making pottery. What should we do? What should we do? Will he come to beat us? But this shouldn't be considered stealing, after all, we haven't seen how the Han tribe makes pottery. What should we do?

"Am, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly, are you tired or uncomfortable? Let me help you choose." Xiaodie looked at Shang's suddenly pale face and asked with great concern.

"Ah? No, it's okay.

Well, Xiaodie, if Am also knew how to make pottery, and asked the tribesmen to make it, would your man be unhappy when he knew it? Would he send people to beat us?" Shang hesitated and asked tentatively.

"Ah? Am, you know how to make pottery?" This time it was Xiaodie's turn to be surprised.

"Just, just a few days ago, a child in the tribe was burning mud. I found it, and I asked the tribesmen to try it. They really burned a few, but not many. It's difficult to burn pottery." Shang confessed to Xiaodie helplessly.

"Really! The pottery of the Han tribe is fired, and many other things are also fired, but I haven't done it. I have been twisting thread and weaving cloth in the Han tribe, and growing hemp with others.

However, the Han tribe can make so many things, and Am is just firing pottery. Luo Chong shouldn't be angry, otherwise Am and I will go and ask him."

"Well, well, what if he really comes to beat us? If he gets angry later, you have to stop him." Shang said worriedly.

"Well, okay, I will definitely hold him back. Luo Chong is very good to me."

As they talked, they put down the hemp they were carrying and walked towards Luo Chong together. As a result, Luo Chong in front heard the footsteps and turned around. The moment he saw the two, his face immediately changed into a smile.

(End of this chapter)