The sun showed a face, which quickly changed from big to small. People really envied it for being able to get rid of its big face plate and become a small face plate so quickly, and successfully slim down its face.

The breeze was blowing gently and the mist was floating. In the still cold morning, the birds that got up early to catch insects were singing happily. A group of primitive people walked out of the opened cave.

Today was a rare day. They had been looking forward to it for three days. They even did not eat the food they longed for most on weekdays. They left the cave together and walked towards the river along the path in the forest.

Han Cheng, though calm on the outside, was actually very excited on the inside. In addition to being excited about the upcoming pottery, he was also somewhat worried that the pottery firing would not be successful. If that were the case, it would be a bit embarrassing in front of so many people.

It was precisely because of this profound feeling that Han Chengcai deeply realized the correctness of the saying "plan before taking action".

The thin mud on the mounds by the river had dried up long ago, and some smoke was still emitting from some small cracks.

Looking at the semicircular mound on the ground with smoke coming out of it, Han Cheng suddenly remembered a saying from later generations - there was green smoke coming out of the ancestral grave.

This scene in front of me is so fitting!

He thought this with a hint of amusement, and reached out his hand to touch the dried mud, feeling the temperature. It was quite high and a little hot.

I lay on the ground and looked inside through the small hole. It was all red inside.

This is a sign that the fire has not yet burned out.

"no."

Han Cheng resisted the urge to tear open the mud kiln right now, glanced at the people who were looking forward to it, and slowly shook his head.

Everyone who had been waiting for several days was greatly disappointed when they heard the news, and their deep disappointment was evident in their words.

"Go back and eat, and come back after dinner."

Han Cheng also wanted to see the result, and seeing that everyone was so disappointed, he thought about it and gave a time period.

When they heard him mention eating, many people remembered that they had not eaten yet. They began to feel hungry and their stomachs started growling.

Although everyone was reluctant, they went back to eat after Han Cheng suggested Wu speak.

Several little guys who participated in the entire pottery-making process walked to the end of the team, looking back every few steps.

Compared to others, they have higher expectations for this matter.

Breakfast was ready at an unprecedented speed, um, it was a little barbecue.

A big gold chain, a small watch, and three barbecue meals a day, Han Cheng is now living half of this kind of life.

I don’t have a big gold chain or a watch, but I do eat barbecue every day, just two meals a day.

Han Cheng found it difficult to eat the food every day, so now he often couldn't finish the food given to him by his senior brother. Finally, he followed the witch's example and shared the food with the little primitive people in the cave.

These little primitive people were a little confused about the Son of God's behavior. They didn't understand why the Son of God didn't like to eat such delicious food.

They had to fill their stomachs with whatever food they were given, even if they were full.

Except for Wu and Han Cheng, everyone in the tribe eats very fast, and they ate even faster this morning.

While everyone was waiting, Wu finished the last bite of meat. Han Cheng shared the remaining half of the food among the twin sisters Xiaomei and Xiaoli, as well as Xing, since he had not given them any in previous times.

Everyone left the cave again and headed for the river.

Han Cheng reached out his hand and touched it for a while as he did before. The temperature was lower than before, and it seemed that the fire inside was almost out.

Looking at the people who were full of anticipation, Han Cheng, who had long wanted to know the result, decided not to wait any longer, because according to his memory, burning for such a long time should be enough!

He took a wooden stick from the lame hand next to him and hit the mud shell that had long been dried.

The thin mud had become a little hard after being roasted for a few days, and it made a crisp sound when hit with a stick.

However, because the firewood underneath had been burned, it was not very solid and was knocked into a hole by Han Cheng's two sticks.

Scorching heat mixed with ashes from burning grass poured out from the breach. Han Cheng stepped back and prepared to continue knocking, but heard some crisp "crackling" sounds coming from inside.

It wasn't the sound of mud shells falling.

Han Cheng's heart sank. The pottery must be cracked!

He sniffed, walked forward, looked through the hole, and saw a piece of pottery that had been broken into pieces...

It was a bad start.

Before the clay kiln was opened, broken pottery was seen.

There was no way. It was my first time making pottery and I had no experience, so some damage was inevitable.

Han Cheng comforted himself in this way and continued to knock on the mud shell.

Fragments of the mud shell fell, ashes rose and hot air dispersed in all directions, and from time to time one or two "crackling" sounds different from the others could be heard.

Whenever such a sound was heard, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but twitch, especially after he saw with his own eyes the two-eared pottery jar he made cracked, he felt even more heartbroken.

The clay shell was completely knocked open, revealing the scene inside. A piece of pottery was lying in the grass ashes.

But compared to when they were first put in, they have changed a lot now.

Not only did the color turn black, but the object itself turned into something like stone!

It feels warm to the touch and has the hardness of stone, but not as heavy as stone. When you knock on it with your hand, a slightly crisp sound comes out.

Even the most knowledgeable witch and the most experienced senior brother in the tribe were amazed by this amazing change!

As for the children who had been participating in the production with Han Cheng from the very beginning, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

They took these pottery pieces, some intact and some broken, and studied them non-stop by knocking and touching them. Besides confusion, the look in their eyes towards Han Cheng was filled with admiration from the bottom of their hearts!

These people who had never seen pottery before were stunned by this miraculous transformation after witnessing mud becoming pottery with their own eyes.

Especially when Wu picked up a bowl, poured out the grass ash inside, went to the river and scooped a bowl of water, he confirmed what Han Cheng said that it could be used to hold water without breaking, and that this light little bowl could hold more water than the heavy 'stone bowl' in their cave, and he widened his eyes in surprise.

This is a miracle!

Only God can know such an amazing method!

"Son of God!"

The witch put down the pottery bowl in his hand, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully to Han Cheng.

Others who had been imitating the witch and taking their pottery to the river to scoop water also came back one after another, put down their pottery, followed the witch, and saluted Han Cheng in unison, praising him as "Son of God."