A wooden stick with a hook is dipped into the water and hooks onto the soaked bamboo.

Shi Tou exerted force on his arms, and the bamboo soaked in it was pulled to the surface of the water.

The originally clear water became a little turbid due to the movement of the stone. At the same time, the smell sealed in the water began to spread around and permeated in the air.

The bamboo growing on the ground looks very beautiful, but after soaking in water for a period of time, it will become like fermented hemp and have a strong flavor.

But Stone doesn't care about this smell.

He was able to carry manure into the fields, clean the pig pens, deer pens, sheep pens, etc. with the people in the tribe, and he was able to hold the manure scoop with Tietou to treat the people of Yuanxi tribe who accidentally ate kaolin. What kind of big scenes had he not seen? For him, such things were nothing, just a drizzle.

After pulling the bamboo up a little, Shitou squatted down and carefully looked at the bamboo that had been soaked in water and started to rot before the Son of God went south.

After being soaked in water for such a long time, the color of these bamboos has changed a long time ago and they are no longer as green as before.

The whole thing has turned black and dark, with some slippery rust on the surface.

Shitou looked at it carefully for a while, then stretched out a hand and pinched the bamboo. It was a little soft and something had rotted away. However, based on his previous experience in papermaking, it was obvious that bamboo of this quality could not be used to make paper.

Shi Tou sighed. It seemed that it would be impossible to use this raw material to produce the kind of paper suitable for writing that the Son of God mentioned as soon as possible, at least it would be impossible to produce it before the New Year.

As the weather gets colder, these things will rot more and more slowly.

This kind of thing was not told to him by the Son of God, but was the result of his experience in papermaking over the years.

As for why it was like this, Shi Tou couldn't figure it out.

Before the Son of God left the main tribe and went to Jinguan City, Shi Tou once asked the Son of God why.

The Son of God said that this is because when the weather is hot, the water also becomes hot, and the temperature is just right, which is very suitable for the growth of some invisible small insects that the Son of God calls bacteria.

It is precisely because of the constant gnawing of these little bugs that the things on the surface of the hemp skin soaked in water slowly disappear, and the bamboo soaked in water will slowly rot.

This answer scared Shitou so much that he didn't dare to drink water for a while. He always felt that if he took a sip, countless insects would go into his stomach.

This is not drinking water, this is drinking insect soup!

Of course, this was not what he feared the most. What frightened him the most was that these insects after he drank the wine would gnaw at him like they were gnawing at hemp skin.

Even hard things like hemp skin and bamboo poles could not withstand the gnawing of these small insects. Let alone him, which was far less hard than these things, he could not withstand the gnawing of these small insects even more.

Only after hearing the Son of God say that drinking boiled water would be fine, did Stone, who was unable to bear the thirst, finally die of thirst before being eaten by the imagined bugs.

After that, after slowly learning more about these little bugs from the Son of God, Shi Tou finally let go of the fear and worry in his heart.

As a result, I developed a strong interest in the little bugs that the Son of God talked about. Whenever I had time, I would lie down by the water and watch, wanting to see the countless little bugs that the Son of God talked about.

Unfortunately, no matter how you look at it, the water is still water, no different from before, which makes Shitou very distressed.

The Son of God, knowing his distress, told him that if he wanted to see these things he needed a tool, that is, to use something cleaner and more transparent than ice to make a tool called a microscope.

Stone had never seen anything that was cleaner and clearer than ice and would not melt, but he firmly believed that such a thing must exist in the world, just as he firmly believed that there were creatures like cows in the world...

The Son of God also briefly explained how to make this kind of tool that can see small insects in the water, but it sounded too complicated. Even though he tried hard to remember it at the time and wrote it down in a small notebook, he still couldn't remember it clearly when he thought about it now.

I can't remember this incident clearly, but I remember the other things very clearly.

For example, when the Son of God was talking to me about little bugs, he also mentioned that hot weather can accelerate the spread of odors.

The Son of God also used a summer toilet as a vivid metaphor.

Thinking of this, Shitou couldn't help but feel a deep respect for the Son of God. He had only discovered a few things, but the Son of God had noticed so many things that he and others had never noticed before, and he also summarized the rules from them...

This is the Son of God! Even going to the toilet can give you something special...

After Shitou carefully checked these things, he let go of his hands and let the bamboos soak in the water again. Then he stood up and walked to the second adjacent pool, took out the wooden stick again, and repeated the previous steps.

Shi Tou did this very carefully and meticulously. Microscopes and other things still seemed out of reach, but making paper from bamboo was something that could be done right now.

After scooping up all the bamboos in the six ponds and examining them carefully, Shitou put the hooked stick back to its original position, walked to the river, and carefully washed his palms with clean river water. After his hands were dry, he picked up the small notebook and charcoal pencil there, wrote the date on it, and wrote down their situations in order.

After finishing this, he stayed here for a while, then Shitou took these things and walked back to the tribe...

The sealed kiln was opened by Heiwa again. Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Heiwa reached out and took out a white object from it, and couldn't wait to look at it.

Just a glance and Heiwa's heart couldn't help but beat violently.

Different from the white pottery fired before, the utensils fired this time with kaolin look a lot smoother and have a faintly shiny feeling.

This has never happened before. The utensil in his hand looks a bit like the porcelain that the Son of God mentioned!

This scene was not only seen by Hei Wa, but also by the others who were relatively close to the scene. Some of them even shouted excitedly, "Porcelain! Porcelain!"

Hearing such shouts, Heiwa's face, who was holding this unusual instrument, turned red with excitement.

Fortunately, after so many years, he has become more stable.

After being excited for a while, his sanity began to slowly return.

He placed the utensil made of kaolin in front of him and observed it carefully. He found that although this thing was quite different from the previous white pottery, it did not seem to be porcelain.

Because compared to the porcelain that the Son of God once described, there is a big difference.

After looking at it for a while, Heiwa began to play the instrument with his fingers.

The sound does sound better than ordinary pottery, but it is still not as crisp as the one the Son of God described.

After confirming that this was still not porcelain, Heiwa felt a little disappointed, but this disappointment was not strong and was soon replaced by deep joy and enthusiasm.

Now that I have made such a big change to this tool, I will definitely be able to make the porcelain that the Son of God mentioned in the future!

However, it is very difficult to move forward with many things, and the closer you get to the end, the more difficult it becomes.

For example, the half-porcelain Heiwa has been fired.

In the following time, he fired it several more times and tried every possible way to make changes in various aspects. However, he could not break through this last step no matter what.

No matter how it is fired or how long it is fired, the best result is still semi-porcelain.

This kind of thing makes Heiwa very distressed, so much so that he is about to transform into an ascetic male god.

For many nights, I didn't sang any tune with Zhuang anymore.

Not only that, he always seemed absent-minded. When he was eating, his chopsticks fell to the ground. He used the single chopstick to stir the food into his mouth several times before he realized that one of the chopsticks was missing.

For example, at this time, you pick up the lid on the small jar to scoop water. After scooping the water, you just put the lid on the small jar on the big jar.

Put the small lid on the big vat, and nothing else will happen except the lid falling into the vat.

The small lid fell into the big vat, and wind blew from inside the vat, blowing Heiwa's hair.

Heiwa, who was holding a small basin, was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he had done something wrong again.

He put the small basin in his hand aside, bent down and reached out to take the lid of the small jar from the big jar.

Fortunately, there was no water in the big vat, otherwise the lid of the small vat would have gotten wet.

Of course, if the big vat is filled with water, the lid of the small vat will not fall into the big vat.

Because the tanks filled with water are all covered with lids.

When Heiwa was about to take the lid of the small jar out of the big jar, his hand touched the edge of the jar, and the lid fell into the big jar again. Wind rose from the big jar and blew on Heiwa's face, feeling cool.

Heiwa, who was about to reach out and take the lid off the small jar again, was stunned again, and then a look of enlightenment appeared on his face.

He quickly bent down again, reached out, picked up the lid of the pot and took it outside.

With a not-too-loud sound, the pot lid that had just been picked up fell into the big vat again.

The only difference from the previous two falls was that this time Heiwa did it on purpose.

As the lid fell, some wind rose from the vat again and blew on Heiwa's face.

Heiwa was like a child who had found a fun toy. He kept picking up the small jar lid and throwing it into the big jar.

The temperature was already quite low at this time, and the wind rising from the big vat felt a little cold on the face, but Heiwa didn't care about it at all. He was still doing these things happily with a big smile on his face.

Because he seemed to have discovered something very extraordinary, and this thing was related to the porcelain he had always been thinking about!

After playing the game of throwing the jar lid for a while, Heiwa, with a smile on his face, put the lid on the small jar, threw away even the small basin for water, and jumped out of there, then rushed into the pottery workshop in a cloud of dust.

After arriving at the pottery workshop, he couldn't wait to start mixing the clay, and at the same time kept thinking about the inspiration he just got...

Under the astonished gaze of everyone in the pottery workshop, a clay embryo gradually took shape in Heiwa's hands.

This thing looks like a big vat.

However, unlike the large vat, this cylindrical clay embryo has no bottom.

Moreover, it is not like the ordinary large jar with a small bottom and a big belly, but it is of the same thickness from top to bottom, and the whole thing is a hollow cylinder.

Faced with the puzzled looks of the crowd, Heiwa, who was very satisfied with his own work, did not say much, but continued to make things with the kneaded clay.

This time what he created was even stranger.

It's basically a big round cake made of clay.

When doing this, Heiwa was very serious. He held the stick that had been used to measure the clay prototype of the cylinder and kept measuring it.

In the end, Heiwa thought about it and used a stick to make a round hole in the middle of the big round cake.

Heiwa attaches great importance to these two things which have strange shapes but are not very complicated.

After the two were successfully shaped, they lit a fire to bake them. The idea was to dry the two objects as quickly as possible and then put them into the kiln to be fired into pottery...

“Clatter…”

Looking at the big round cake that was broken in front of him and had a stick installed in the middle for pushing and pulling, Heiwa couldn't help but sniff like the Son of God.

Heiwa didn't feel sad at all about the breakage of the large round ceramic cake that he had made with so much effort.

The main reason is that this thing is too heavy. It takes a lot of effort to push and pull it, and it doesn't achieve the desired results.

After moving the broken ceramic cake aside with his foot, Heiwa went to find his husband Zhuang, asking him to sew a pot cover for him, which he could put inside the cylinder and push and pull to generate stronger wind.

Zhuang was very dissatisfied with Heiwa's performance during this period, so his attitude towards Heiwa was not very good, and he was not very enthusiastic about what Heiwa said.

After living together for so many years, they have become very familiar with each other. Heiwa naturally knows what his spouse is thinking.

Without Zhuang saying anything more, he started working very tactfully.

After some hard work, the tall Zhuang became like a kitten, obeying Heiwa's every command. Without Heiwa telling her, she happily went to make pot covers...