Han Cheng pulled up the waistband of his leather trousers which had become too soft, and wrapped his body in leather.

Although it is early summer, the weather is still a bit cool in the morning, so it is very necessary to keep warm.

With my small body, I certainly can't compare with the senior brother and others who are tamping the soil with their bare chests.

As the weather got hotter day by day, Han Cheng also began to change the working hours of the Qingque tribe.

Compared with before, we have to get up earlier in the morning, wash up and start tamping the earth to raise the wall.

While these people were raising the wall, the person in the tribe who was responsible for cooking began to cook with the food that the eldest brother took out.

Work for about an hour and then eat the ready-made meal.

In this way, you can suffer less from the heat and take more rest during meal time.

If you work early in the morning, you will rest more at noon. As the day gets longer and the weather gets hotter, the lunch break will gradually increase.

Han Cheng was not like Zhou Baopi, who got up earlier than the roosters and fake crowed in order to get the farmhands to work more. All he did was to make his own and the tribe's life safer and more comfortable, without having to rush too much.

It is true that people need to move forward in their lives, but they cannot just focus on rushing on the road. While rushing on the road, they also need to stop occasionally to look at the scenery along the way. Otherwise, when they are old, won’t they look back on their lives with regrets?

Anyway, Han Cheng has now returned to the primitive age. He no longer has to worry about houses, cars, and wives all day long, which makes him feel suffocated. It’s okay to slow down and live a more leisurely life. After all, how can you not live?

Han Cheng, who had just looked down on the busy future generations who hated to sleep and eat with such a leisurely attitude, soon fell frowning. He found that he seemed to still need to run around for a house, a car, and a wife.

The house is being prepared for construction, and the car is not yet needed, so there is no need to consider it for the time being. As for the wife... this is a big problem.

Thinking about these generally strong-looking female primitives, and then thinking about the spectacular carnival, Han Cheng's face turned bitter.

This is really a difficult problem. If you don’t have a house, you can build one yourself. If you don’t have a car, you can also build one slowly by yourself. But you can’t also build a wife slowly by yourself, right?

Even if I could go down and rip out a rib, I wouldn't be able to give her the spiritual energy...

Forget it, let’s put this matter aside for now and deal with it slowly later.

Han Cheng unzipped his leather pants and looked at something that had not grown much in more than a year. He sighed rather melancholy and had to put aside this problem that had troubled him for two lifetimes and would continue to trouble him.

He didn't hang around the wall. The senior brothers were already familiar with building the wall and there was no need for him to make any comments.

Now, he is standing next to the earthen kiln not far from the stream, enjoying the joy of opening the kiln with Heiwa, ready to use it to dilute some of the sadness in his heart.

Heiwa had already become an expert in this area. He walked to the earthen kiln, reached out and touched the wall of the kiln and the ceramic plates covering it. He then put his hands in the gaps to feel the temperature. He then asked his assistant to help him lift down the two ceramic plates covering the kiln and place them flat aside where they would not get in the way.

As the two pottery slabs were lifted away, fine dust flew out of the earthen kiln.

Han Cheng stood aside and waited for a while, then walked to the wide-open kiln, stood on a stone and looked inside. He saw that the kiln was filled with densely stacked black tiles, most of which were intact, with only an occasional one half broken.

I don’t know if these damaged ones were caused by uneven heating or because they were not completely dry before being put into the kiln.

Heiwa and his assistant came over and seemed a little unhappy to see the broken tiles. After all, he had long regarded himself as the best pottery maker in the Qingque tribe. He had not been to the earthen kiln for a long time. Today, he finally came to see the kiln opening, but such a situation happened. Naturally, he felt a little embarrassed.

Han Cheng smiled and praised Heiwa for doing a good job, and a smile appeared on Heiwa's face.

Han Cheng actually admired Heiwa's attitude, because many technological advances were achieved by craftsmen who were meticulous and strived for perfection.

Han Cheng, Heiwa and his assistant came out of the kiln together. The tiles were not too big, about 15 centimeters long and between 10 and 12 centimeters wide. Each tile weighed about 70 to 80 taels. Han Cheng could carry about ten tiles at a time.

Newly fired tiles basically have a layer of fine dust on them. If you wipe it off with your hand, you can see the real color of the tile, which is about the same black as the tribe's pottery jars, and darker than the small tiles commonly seen in Han Cheng's later generations.

Some clays are used to make red pottery, but Han Cheng has not encountered any yet. When he has time, he can ask Heiwa to look for it nearby. It would be a good thing if he could find such clay, as it would prevent the pottery in the tribe from being too monotonous in color.

Han Cheng raised his hand and a broken tile flew out, slid in the air for about ten meters, and then fell headfirst, hitting the pile of broken pottery, making a few crisp sounds and becoming even more broken.

Broken pottery also has uses. You can smash them with stones and mix them into the clay when making pottery again. This way, the fired pottery will be stronger and less likely to break during firing.

Han Cheng carried a stack of ten complete tiles to a tile pile not far away, arranged them together with the previous tiles, and then walked to the earthen kiln to transport the tiles here.

Some necessary work still needs to be done. On the one hand, it can exercise the body, and on the other hand, it will not allow oneself to be too idle.

At the beginning, there were many tiles in the earthen kiln, and Han Cheng could stand on the stepping stones and take the tiles out by himself.

As they moved the tiles, the number of tiles in the kiln became fewer and fewer, and Han Cheng could only take over the tiles from Heiwa or his assistants.

His body had not yet fully grown, and even standing on the stepping stones he could not reach the tiles below.

If you force it, you will probably end up falling into a kiln.

After coming here for more than a year, Han Cheng has long accepted the fact that he has small arms and legs.

This kiln has loaded quite a lot of tiles, a total of more than 500 pieces. Up to now, there are almost 1,600 tiles that have been fired. Han Cheng is looking forward to the upcoming house construction as he looks at the pile of tiles.