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After listening to Yu's tearful confession, Wu Yue laughed.
Touching the head of the man sitting opposite him with tears streaming down his face and his head drooped, Wu Yue said, "Alright, alright, stop crying. People who work should enjoy the fruits of their labor. I'm just teaching you the method. You built this house with all your hard work."
The feeling of coaxing someone like this reminded him of his days in the orphanage.
He is older and has a calm personality. He has always been the director's mother's right-hand man. He often has to take care of his younger brothers and sisters, especially those who are sick. He has to coax them for a long time before they take medicine or go to bed.
Yu was so moved that she looked at Wu Yue with tears in her eyes and reached out to hug him again.
A scabbard blocked his way. He looked up and saw the bulging veins on his leader's forehead through his tearful eyes.
Oh! He remembered that the messenger of God was the leader's companion...
The fish finally understood why he was beaten and quickly stood up, saying "I'm going to work!" Then he followed everyone and started digging mud by the river.
Looking at his back, Xiao said in a sinister voice, "...You are too kind to them. You are a messenger of God. Being too gentle will make them lose respect for you."
Wu Yue was puzzled: "But I don't need their respect."
He thought about Xiao's meaning and continued, "I kind of understand what you mean. It's just like the cold-faced manager that you and Xia usually acted like in front of everyone before I came here, right?"
Unfortunately, Wu Yue has never been a leader in the past 24 years. At most, he was a team leader in elementary school and was in charge of the homework and hygiene of student No. 13. He has no idea how to set up a cold-face tree.
Besides, managers don’t necessarily have to be high and mighty. Wu Yue recalled the company boss whom he had only met twice. He was a very amiable old man, but his second-in-command always had an icy face.
As the old saying goes, 'one plays the good cop and the other plays the bad cop'. Although he has now come to the primitive tribe, the truth remains unchanged. Since Xiao and Xia play the good cop, then he should play the good cop.
After talking to Xiao about the ancient oriental wisdom, Wu Yue hummed a song and went to see his earthen kiln again, regardless of whether he understood it or not.
After a morning, the temperature had slowly dropped. Wu Yue swallowed his saliva and began to carefully dig out the thin soil covering the surface from the vent.
The supporting branches had been burned out, so the soil above was very unstable. Although Wu Yue was very careful in breaking the soil, a lot of loose soil still fell down.
The sound of the soil hitting the pottery made Wu Yue very nervous. He didn't want the pottery he had worked so hard to make to be ruined by the soil.
While he was working, people from the tribe gathered around him, especially those who had participated in shaping the clay before, who now came to help.
"No, no need for help." Wu Yue had already broken off most of the clay, and was afraid that they might accidentally break the fragile pottery, so he refused and worked carefully by himself.
The people of the Sharp Tooth Tribe had never seen the messenger of God so nervous. They all unconsciously slowed down their breathing and watched Wu Yue's movements nervously.
The soil above the earthen kiln was finally cleared. Wu Yue used a branch to gently probe the earthen kiln buried in ash. After determining the location, he gently jumped down, bent down, and reached into the ash to take out a clay pot.
It was still a little warm when he touched it. He held the clay pot carefully, wiped off the dust on the surface with his sleeve, and then examined it carefully.
There is a thin crack on the outer wall of the pot, but the corresponding position inside is intact.
Wu Yue reached out and knocked on it gently. The surface of the clay pot was very hard. He held it up to the sun and found that it was not translucent. He just didn't know if it would leak.
"Catch it." He handed the clay pot in his hand to Xiao, and he continued to explore.
There was no time to check them one by one, so he just took a quick look and made sure there was no damage before handing them up.
The people of the Sharp Tooth Tribe were amazed to see that the mud pots and bowls had become very hard after being burned by fire. They held the newly-baked pottery in their arms and couldn't let go.
Fortunately, Wu Yue had already told them that this thing was fragile, and they all handled it very carefully, so no heartbreaking accidents happened.
Yesterday, we fired more than twenty semi-finished products such as pottery pots and bowls. Now only twelve of them look complete, and the rest are broken.
Wu Yue noticed that these broken pottery pieces were mostly placed at the edge of the earthen kiln. It seemed that the temperature was not high enough or the firepower was uneven. He had to learn from this lesson next time.
After picking up the debris, Wu Yue had the pit filled.
He felt that this method of digging a hole was not a good idea. Perhaps he could think of other ways, such as... weren't they planning to build a house with mud bricks? Maybe mud bricks would be a better choice.
"Oh, this is what I made! What a pity that it didn't burn successfully..." A woman recognized her own work from the fragments and reached out to pick it up with great regret.
"Be careful!" Wu Yue reminded hurriedly, but it was obviously too late. The woman let out a low cry, and her hand was cut by the edge of the pottery, and blood was flowing.
"Are you okay?" Wu Yue stepped forward to take a look. Fortunately, the pottery fragment was not very sharp and it was just a superficial injury.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's my fault." The woman blushed and hid her hands behind her back.
Wu Yue said to everyone again: "Everyone should be as careful as possible when using pottery. If it breaks, clean it up and bury it deep in the soil. But it is best not to use your hands directly. You can wrap your hands with fur." In this primitive tribe where almost everyone goes barefoot, it is quite scary to see pottery fragments on the ground.
After dusting himself off, he asked everyone to take the twelve pottery vessels to the river, fetch water, and place them next to the campfire to see if they could be used normally.
Everyone in the tribe was eager to try it out. They quickly drew water and placed it next to the campfire, watching with shining eyes as the water in the pottery gradually boiled.
Although it couldn't heat up as fast as the stainless steel pot Wu Yue brought, it was a good thing bestowed by the gods, and this was just something they made out of mud! As long as it worked, who cared about speed?
During the process of boiling water, the pot that had cracks at the beginning broke and became scrapped, leaving only eleven finished products.
Fortunately, these eleven pottery pieces withstood the test and no problems occurred.
Although the success rate is less than half, Wu Yue is already very satisfied. After all, it is his first time and he lacks experience. If he improves some areas later, the success rate should increase.
Even Wu Yue was satisfied, and the Sharp Tooth Tribe was even more satisfied. They had already started adding bones and wild vegetables into the clay pot to cook soup.
At this time, the men of the hunting team brought back a large amount of soil and grass and asked Wu Yue to come and guide them.
Taking the newly made mold frame, Wu Yue started his new job.
He had no idea about the exact proportions, but if there was too much water, he would add mud, and if there was too much mud, he would add water. When he felt the mud could be shaped, he would add flexible grass.
This grass should act like steel bars, right? You can't add too little, otherwise the mud bricks will lack support, but you can't add too much, otherwise the mud won't stick together at all.
After experimenting bit by bit, Wu Yue finally found a more suitable ratio.
Place the mold on the ground, grab a lump of mixed mud and stuff it in, carefully fill the edges and corners, and then use a piece of wood to smooth the surface. Then carefully take out the mold and use a large and thin piece of wood to scrape the square semi-finished product from the ground.
Wu Yue tried to break it apart. The soil filled with grass stems was quite tough. Even if he broke the mud brick with force, the middle was still stuck together and would not fall apart.
It can be seen that this method is completely feasible, so Wu Yue demonstrated it again in front of several people, asking them to make mud bricks themselves using molds, while he continued to make molds.
The finished mud bricks need to be dried before they can be used. Fortunately, the tents of the Sharp Tooth Tribe are scattered far apart, and there are many open spaces in the tribe for drying mud bricks.
While making the mold, Wu Yue said to Xiao, who was chopping wood beside him, "There's something I didn't mention when we were building the wooden house. After all, wooden houses are only meant to be lived in for three to five years. But a mud brick house should be able to last for ten or twenty years without any problem. So we can't just build it wherever we want like we do a tent. It's better to have a plan."
Xiao nodded and asked, "How do you plan?"
Wu Yue put down the half-finished mold and began drawing on the ground with a branch. "To the north of the tribe are high mountains, and to the west, across the river, is a forest. These two sides are relatively safe, making it difficult for both humans and beasts to attack. I think we should build from the northwest and slowly expand to the southeast. There's a large area of flat land here, so as the tribe grows, we won't have to worry about having no place to build houses."
He then drew the location of the salt mountain. "The salt mountain is the tribe's most important asset. The northern side can be protected by the mountains, but the eastern side is too empty. My idea is to build some houses near the salt mountain for living and storage. Later, when conditions are ripe, we can build a city wall to protect the salt mountain."
Xiao nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and was particularly interested in the city wall that Wu Yue mentioned.
Wu Yue further explained: "The city wall is a form of protection. It surrounds and protects the people living in the city like a huge house without a roof. In this way, even if there are many people on the other side, we don't have to be afraid at all as long as we close the door." Wu Yue knew that the attack of the hyena tribe was a thorn in everyone's heart, so he had the idea of building a city wall long ago.
They were few in number and had precious salt, so they had to make plans early.
Xiao's eyes lit up as he watched, eager to start building the wall right away. However, he soon lost his temper and said, "We can't make many mud bricks. It will start to rain in a few days."
Raining? Wu Yue quickly asked, "Will it last long?" The people in the tribe still lived in shabby tents that offered no shelter from the wind or rain. It would be miserable!
Fortunately, Xiao shook his head and said, "Heavy rain only comes in the middle of the growing season."
The Sharp Tooth Tribe simply divides the year into growing season, harvest season and ice and snow season. Wu Yue asked about it and found out that the so-called growing season should be similar to March to July on Earth.
There are still several months left in the mid-term, Wu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that what will fall next will be like spring rain.
However, he also realized that he had to build enough houses to accommodate more than 200 people from the Sharp Fang Tribe within a few months.
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