Chapter 42 The Mud Under the Fire



"Hmph!" Lu snorted heavily, "It's good that you know. In that case, just shut up."

Huo really stopped talking.

Qiao Yu looked towards the mountain.

Shan nodded heavily. "Do it! Do it well. Yu, you think clearly and know what path our tribe should take. Father is very happy. If the leaders of all generations knew about this, they would also be very happy. They would be happy that the tribe has produced such an outstanding leader like you. As a leader, you must have a long-term vision and think ahead. You must think ahead before things happen. Only in this way can the tribe continue to develop."

He glanced at Huo, his tone pointed. "If anyone objects, tell them to come to me. I may be a cripple now, but there are still people who listen. As long as we make it clear to everyone that everything we do is for the good of the entire tribe, I believe everyone will support us."

"Okay." Qiao Yu nodded.

Huo endured it again and again, but couldn't help but mutter, "You talk as if you can make pottery if you want. The reason pottery is precious is that only the people of the Sun Tribe can make it, no one else can."

Qiao Yu was well prepared for this.

She stood up and said, "Follow me."

Everyone was stunned and stood up.

Qiao Yu first went to the next door to call Shu, carried Shan on his back, and led everyone towards the fire hall.

The people dancing outside were about to disperse when they saw Qiao Yu come out with Shan and several elders and go straight to the fire hall. Everyone looked over curiously.

Qiao Yu arrived at the open space in front of the fire hall and used a bone knife to dig up a spot where they often grilled meat. He waved to Xiaoquan and asked him to take a piece of firewood from the fire and shine it there. He pointed to the place where Lu and others were standing and said, "Look here."

Fire was a precious commodity in primitive society. After obtaining it from thunderbolts, the tribesmen used a cave to store it. The fire in the fire hall burned constantly year-round. When the women grilled meat, they would draw fire from the fire hall and build a bonfire in the open space near the cave.

Perhaps out of convenience, perhaps out of habit, they always barbecued on the west side of the cave, close to the water, never moving. They also had no concept of building a stove; they simply piled dry firewood to form a fire, skewered the meat on branches, and slowly roasted it not far from the fire.

Qiao Yu was digging under a fire. Everyone had already eaten the meat, and the fire had gone out, but the soil underneath was still hot.

Everyone looked at where Qiao Yu pointed and said, "It's very dark there."

Shan nodded, then shook his head and said, "Tao is not black."

Qiao Yu was speechless.

The black color was the color of the charcoal fire on the ground, not the color of the soil itself.

"It's not the color," she said. "Try pricking here with a bone knife or bone spur."

Lu was an impatient person. He stepped forward to take Qiao Yu's bone spur and gently pricked the ground.

"Huh." He exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Shan and Shi asked at the same time.

Seeing that several people seemed to be researching something, the sensitive members of the first team realized that their leader, with her intelligence, might be working on something new, and they all ran over to watch. Their behavior also aroused the curiosity of the others, and they followed.

At this time, everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at the road.

"It's hard here." Lu Dao.

As he said this, he found a place nearby that was a different color and stabbed it with the bone spur.

Now, without him having to tell them, everyone could see it. There was a noticeable small hole in the yellow earth where he had just pierced, clearly the bone spur had just made. But where he had originally pierced, now blackened by the fire, there was only a very shallow mark.

"Let me see." Shi took the bone spur and poked it in two places, nodding vigorously. "It's indeed different. The burned part is very hard, while the unburned part is soft. It's easy to poke a hole with the bone spur."

Qiao Yu then said to Shan, "I heard you say that pottery is very hard and yellowish-brown. It feels like this piece of clay. Maybe it's made by burning clay." She paused and said, "I want to try it."

"Okay, let's try." Shan's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and excitement. "Anyway, you taught them how to set traps and snares. They can still hunt so many prey without you leading the team. Just focus on making this at home. If you can figure it out, life will be much better for our tribe."

He said this specifically for others to hear, to pave the way for his daughter's next actions.

Many of the onlookers didn't understand what was going on and asked, "Yu, what are you talking about?"

"Father, you say." Qiao Yu said.

Shan introduced Tao from the Sun Tribe to everyone.

For safety reasons, the tribal leader would bring along twenty or so strong men to the trade fair every year. As the strong men aged, the younger men would take their turn. So, with the exception of women, some men who were naturally weak, and children who had not yet grown up, most of the adult men in the tribe had attended the trade fair.

As soon as Shan Yi mentioned it, everyone remembered it.

"Yes, yes, I've also seen the pottery of the Sun Tribe. They use that thing to hold water and cook soup. It's more useful than a bamboo tube." Someone said.

Bamboo tubes don't last long; after two or three burns, they're practically useless. Breaking them from the bamboo is incredibly difficult, and using a stone knife wears out the tool. Most families in the tribe traded meat with Qiao Yu for one—at that time, Qiao Yu only received a small piece of meat, half the size of a palm, from each bamboo tube. But no one was willing to use it, only using it to make soup when someone in the family was sick.

At that time, all the men who went to the trade fair described the benefits of pottery to their women, so even those who had not been to the trade fair had heard of this thing.

Everyone immediately reacted and asked in surprise, "You mean, Yu wants to be Tao?"

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