"Hahaha……"

Snowflakes like catkins fell down, the earth was white, the surroundings were quiet, even the birds disappeared.

It was as if everything was completely blocked by the snow and the cold.

In such an environment, a group of people suddenly poured out from the gate of the Qingque tribe, and the one walking in front was a minor.

They walked hurriedly toward the west side of the wall and came to a raised edge.

This bulge has been dug up, and the mud scattered on the side and the black color inside the bulge appear more eye-catching against the backdrop of the surrounding white snow.

This minor, who was obviously of a very respected status, did not mind the dirtiness and simply reached his hand out to stir things in the darkness.

The black thing moved along with his hand, making a series of clear sounds, as pleasant to the ears as the joy he felt at the moment.

Heiwa was right. No firewood was burned in the kiln. All the firewood put into the kiln turned into charcoal, and it was the best kind!

"Hahaha……!"

Han Cheng finally couldn't contain his joy, and laughed out loud while holding up his two pitch-black paws.

God didn't want to hear his ugly laughter, so he sent snowflakes into his mouth to block his mouth, but it didn't have much effect.

A series of happy laughs continued to come out of his mouth.

What a pleasant surprise! This is truly a pleasant surprise!

It was originally an idea of ​​giving it everything, but who would have thought that it would actually produce a kiln of good charcoal.

The problem that had troubled me for such a long time was solved in such an unexpected way...

Han Cheng was thinking happily like this, and suddenly remembered the story in "Red Sorghum" where Yu Zhan'ao urinated into the wine pulp and then brewed excellent sorghum wine. He felt that it was similar to what he was experiencing now, and that it was an unintentional success.

If you think about it carefully, things in this world are really helpless sometimes. The harder you try to get something, the harder it is to get it. On the contrary, some things that you never noticed not only bloom, but also bear fruit.

Han Cheng stopped laughing and realized that the people who followed him were looking at him in a daze.

Han Cheng sniffed secretly and thought to himself, have these guys never seen such unruly laughter?

Then he calmed himself down and asked someone to go back and get the straw basket and the hoe to load the charcoal.

He asked some people to bring firewood here. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and burn another kiln. If this kiln worked, it would mean that he had really solved the problem of charcoal burning.

Heiwa stood aside, looking at the Son of God, his heart filled with endless admiration. This was a problem that he thought was basically unsolvable, but he didn't expect that it was solved by the Son of God.

Just a simple change in the order of ignition can produce such a big change. The wisdom of the Son of God is truly amazing.

But he didn't know that the thing he admired was actually the result of Han Dashenzi's desperate efforts.

If he knew the truth, I wonder if Heiwa would be so stunned that he would vomit three liters of blood, or if he would even think about lighting a fire from above when he starts making pottery next spring...

The people of the Green Bird Tribe were particularly happy today. They had just witnessed the power of bows and arrows not long ago, and then they received the news that the Son of God had successfully burned charcoal, which made them all very happy.

If we add the icicle wind chimes that are much loved by children, it can be considered a triple blessing.

Of course, the most joyful thing here is the bow and arrow, which are very useful weapons for the tribe. As for charcoal burning, they are just having fun following the Son of God.

Among the people of the Green Bird Tribe, even the wisest witch did not think that the charcoal that the Son of God tried every means to produce would have much significance when there was firewood, an extremely common substitute.

However, for Han Cheng, they had already formed a mentality of blind obedience, and it was the most normal thing for them to laugh foolishly along with the Son of God.

This time, a lot of charcoal was produced, enough to fill two large straw baskets, which was more than all the previous charcoal produced combined.

The cold and the falling snow dampened Han Cheng's enthusiasm for burning charcoal. The cylindrical earthen kiln that had just been emptied was filled with firewood again in the blink of an eye.

The next step is to knead the clay so that only a hole the size of a bowl is left on the surface of the cylinder.

The soil problem is easy to solve. Just crush the dry mud blocks taken from the kiln and pour water on them. They can be reused continuously.

Having learned from his previous experience of freezing his hands while making the top, Han Cheng directly used hot water to make the mud this time.

After mixing the mud, Heiwa and I worked quickly on pasting it while it was still hot, and it turned out much better.

The flame was sent in from above and quickly ignited the firewood in the kiln. As time passed, the flame in the kiln began to move downwards.

Han Cheng stood on a stone, watching all this happen, wondering why the same method of lighting a fire from below and from above would make such a big difference.

After thinking for a while, I knew nothing except that it had something to do with oxygen.

At this moment, he felt very regretful that he was a liberal arts student in his previous life. If he was a science student or a technical geek, he would have encountered fewer difficulties in these aspects, right?

Thinking of this, he smiled and shook his head, and then felt a little relieved because he remembered the approximate proportions of bronze.

This was seen when he was reading about the history of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in a comprehensive history book. Since the proportions were all integers, Han Cheng wrote them down.

This made him more confident about what to do next.

There are some errors in the bronze proportions recorded in the book, but the general framework has been developed, which will greatly reduce the workload in terms of time.

If you want bronze with better performance, just experiment with this ratio.

In fact, Han Cheng didn't remember the bronze ratio at first, but later he kept thinking about it, and that memory suddenly popped up in his mind.

Worried that he would forget it later, Han Cheng wrote it down on a ceramic plate.

In fact, Han Chengji started writing things on the ceramic board from time to time about a year ago.

The saying that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen is absolutely true. After gradually adapting to the life here, when I think back to the future, sometimes it seems very close, and sometimes it seems extremely far away.

But one thing that cannot be denied is that many things have gradually become blurred in my mind.

This is also the most fundamental reason that prompted Han Cheng to record some things he could remember that are useful to this era.

Because this era is so far away from later generations, many things that seem extremely ordinary in later generations are groundbreaking innovations here. If you record more of them, you can avoid taking too many detours in some aspects when the time comes.

For example, the bronze proportions that I remembered by chance, the steel forging method that I saw somewhere but was definitely in my mind but a little vague, as well as the curved plow used for tilling the land, the hoe cart that was the ancestor of the combined seed drill, and the weeding hoe pulled by oxen to weed and loosen the soil in the crop fields...

For this era, these are all very important things, and will make the future path for him and the Qingque tribe wider and easier.