Bo was excited when he saw the fish in the river. After all, this was a turning point in his gloomy life.

Seeing the guy walking to the river with a fork, ready to poke a few fish in the river, Han Cheng called out to this guy who was addicted to spearing fish.

Han Cheng asked everyone to remove the grass within a circle of about one meter in size that he had created.

Then he asked Bo and Heiwa to dig the soil with a pointed tree stick, a multifunctional weapon that could be used for hunting and self-defense, as well as for spearing fish.

Unlike pottery and porcelain, pottery does not have many requirements for the soil used. Generally, any soil that can stick together can be fired into pottery.

This is also the main reason why, among the ancient civilizations discovered, pottery is spread all over the world, while porcelain is only found in my country.

Han Cheng has already seen the soil here. It has good viscosity and can be used to make pottery.

The reason why he chose to make pottery near a river instead of a cave was because pottery making did not require particular requirements for the soil, but did require water to mix the mud.

It was really difficult to collect water from the creek and then transport it to mix with the mud using the few bulky objects in the tribe that could barely be seen as bowls and stone basins.

After a layer of soil was dug out, Han Cheng stopped Lame and Heiwa's actions, scooped some water from the river with leaves and poured it on the raised soil. Then, under the gaze of everyone, he squatted down and began to mix the mud.

Bo and the seven students who followed him couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw this scene. They didn't understand why the Son of God called them out and asked them to watch solemnly just to let them watch him play with mud?

Or does the Son of God want to teach me and others how to play in the mud?

But, who hasn’t played with mud?

Whenever the weather is not cold and it rains heavily, their favorite thing to do is to dig in the mud outside the cave and play after the rain stops.

Could it be that the Son of God can play with this mud in new ways?

Their minds were full of doubts and confusion.

However, because the Son of God often came up with some novel and useful things on a daily basis, they all respected him very much. Although they were puzzled, no one spoke a word, and no one showed disdain. Instead, they followed the Son of God's instructions and watched him play in the mud.

Of course, I don’t know whether you read it seriously or take it to heart.

Han Cheng ignored what they were thinking and just kneaded the mud into a lump. Then he broke off a piece and patted and kneaded it into a round cake with a diameter of ten centimeters.

Then put the round cake on the stone slab that they had been asked to pick up along the way, and put a layer of dry grass on the stone slab to prevent the mud from sticking to the stone and being unable to be removed.

Then Han Cheng took some mud and rubbed it into mud strips about half a centimeter thick. He then rubbed it upwards in circles along the edge of the circular mud bottom on the stone slab, and finally stopped at a height of about five or six centimeters.

The people who were watching from the side no longer looked down on this thing with a small bottom and a big mouth as they did at the beginning.

It turns out that the Son of God called them here not just to play in the mud.

Han Cheng adjusted this thing, which could barely be called a bowl, and made it look more like a bowl.

Then he signaled Heiwa to scoop some water from the river using leaves.

The mixed mud had not been used up yet. Heiwa didn't quite understand what the Son of God needed water for, but he did as he was told anyway.

Han Cheng scooped up some of the water held by Heiwa with his hands and splashed it on the pottery. Then he carefully rubbed the wet hands back and forth on the rough pottery. As he moved, the originally obvious marks on the pottery gradually became smaller and finally smoothed out.

This is a delicate job that requires extra caution, but no matter how careful you are, it is the first time Han Cheng has done this by hand, and his hands are unfamiliar, and sometimes he will leave a mark if he is not careful.

But no matter what, after spending about thirty minutes, a bowl blank appeared in front of everyone.

Although the base of this bowl is a little bigger and the rim is a little smaller, the left and right sides of the rim are not of the same height, and it is flat rather than round, it can still barely be called a bowl.

After all, this is in primitive times, so don't be so demanding.

"This is what I'm going to give you today! We can use it to drink water, serve rice, and even boil eggs..."

Han Shenzi, with mud on his hands, looked at the bowl blank and gave an impromptu speech. Of course, it was impossible for someone who had only studied Mandarin with him for about two months to understand everything Han Cheng said.

For example, they don't understand what "serve rice" or "boil eggs" mean.

However, they still understood the general meaning of the Son of God.

Even Lame, who believed most in the Son of God, couldn't help but widen his eyes. He really couldn't understand how to use this strange-looking thing to hold water to drink.

These are all made of mud. Won’t they all break once they come into contact with water?

Even if it's not bad, half your mouth will be filled with mud after you take a bite!

this……

This thing is made of mud, how can it be used to hold water?

Han Cheng, feeling somewhat excited, talked for a long time. When he turned around, he found that all these people were looking at him and then at the pottery bowl blank with dull faces.

Han Cheng believed that if he didn't have the title of Son of God and hadn't done many miraculous things in the past, these guys would definitely look at him as a fool more obviously.

"What are you looking at? Just follow what I said and do it now!"

Han Cheng, who was a little embarrassed, sniffed, yelled at everyone in pretended anger, then ignored everyone and continued playing in the mud.

"Puff"

I don't know who couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed out loud first, followed by a burst of 'chuckles'.

These minors who had been studying with Han Cheng for such a long time had never seen the Son of God, who always appeared calm and omniscient, show such embarrassment. After that laugh, the rest of the people couldn't help but laugh along.

"A bunch of little bastards! You laugh at me now, but in a few days I will let you see the methods of this Son of God."

Han Cheng muttered in his heart in frustration, and habitually touched his nose with his hand, resulting in a piece of mud stuck on his nose.

The little bastards who saw this scene laughed even more happily, and even Lame was trying to hold back his laughter until his face turned red and his neck became thick.

It's okay to laugh, but they still have to do the work. Since the Son of God wants them to do it, they just have to do it.

It doesn’t matter whether the mud can be used to drink water or not, what matters is that it’s fun.

Especially today, seeing the usually mysterious and serious Son of God in such an embarrassing state, it makes all the efforts worth it even if they are useless.

What's more, apart from learning the divine language and characters recently created by the Son of God, they really have nothing else to do.