Chapter 21 Pottery Pot
Everyone looked at the charcoal in front of them. Even if they had never used charcoal before, they knew it was good stuff by listening to the sound and looking at the texture.
Qing Kuang turned around and asked Wu Jiong and Jian Mo: "How should this charcoal be divided?"
Jian Mo said: "I have no opinion, listen to Wu Jiong."
Wu Jiong turned around and looked around: "One third will be reserved for the tribe, and the rest will be divided according to how much work you put in."
This method is very fair, and everyone has no objection.
Qing Kuang quickly directed everyone to divide the charcoal. It was
the first time for everyone to burn charcoal, and they looked at it in surprise when they held it in their hands.
Jian Mo helped to divide it, and every time he divided it, he would specifically tell everyone that this charcoal cannot be burned in a closed place, and a hole must be left, otherwise it will be poisonous.
The beastmen and sub-beastmen who were given charcoal expressed their understanding: "It's just like burning wood. It's poisonous if it's enclosed."
Zhou Fu was more direct: "Don't worry, no one here has a house that is sealed very tightly."
Jian Mo thought of the leaky house that he had just repaired with mud, so he didn't say anything.
After dividing the charcoal, Wu Jiong took two portions of charcoal home.
Jian Mo looked at the charcoal he had just brought back: "Shall I take some out to burn?"
Wu Jiong: "Do you want to take it to the Tuo Tuo Beast to burn it?"
Jian Mo: "Not for now? The Tuo Tuo Beast can just burn firewood during the day. I'll burn it at home first to see how it works."
Wu Jiong took out a shabby big pottery basin from the pile of junk: "Use this."
Jian Mo took the pottery basin, put a handful of dead leaves underneath, then took out a piece of charcoal, gently knocked it into pieces, and put it on top.
He used a fire starter to light the dead leaves, and with the blazing flames, the charcoal was quickly ignited, faster than the firewood.
It seems that the quality of the charcoal is indeed good.
The two stared at the charcoal in the pottery basin without blinking.
Charcoal fire is warm, smokeless, and quiet. It doesn't produce sparks as wood does.
Jian Mo was burned by sparks several times, and there were burn holes on almost every piece of fur clothing.
After roasting the charcoal for a while, Wu Jiong said, "The charcoal is not burned in vain."
Jian Mo: "Right, charcoal is more durable than wood, it is estimated that it will not go out until noon."
Wu Jiong nodded: "Let's chop more wet wood and burn more charcoal in the next two days."
Jian Mo did not have any opinion on this, but reminded: "Don't delay other things because of burning charcoal."
Wu Jiong: "I can't delay, we still have to chop wood on weekdays."
Jian Mo: "Chopping wood is chopping wood, burning charcoal is much more troublesome than chopping wood."
Wu Jiong: "We are just unskilled. The really troublesome part of burning charcoal is the step of filling the kiln. People with quick hands can finish it in a while."
Jian Mo thought about it and said: "Then you can call me when you want to go out."
After breakfast, Wu Jiong will take people to patrol and check the situation outside. It is estimated that they will stay outside all day.
Jian Mo called him and asked, "Do you want to eat barbecue tonight?"
Wu Jiong looked at the meat hanging under the eaves and frowned, obviously not wanting to.
Jian Mo felt a little funny in his heart and added, "It's not the kind of barbecue that is particularly old and will get stuck in your teeth. I plan to grill a new kind of barbecue skewers."
Wu Jiong then relaxed his brows: "Then eat it."
Wu Jiong went out quickly, and Jian Mo stayed in the tribe to take care of chores.
He poured some hair root starch from the jar and marinated the meat with spices first.
Beast meat is usually old and needs to be marinated for a day before it will be smooth and tasty. It's
just right to marinate it now and grill it in the evening.
After a busy day, in the evening, Jian Mo checked the marinated meat and saw that it was almost marinated. He used a skewer to skewer the fat and lean meat.
In addition to pure meat skewers, he also skewered some wood ting root meat and sour fruit meat. Adding vegetables and stems made it less greasy and more in line with his taste.
Charcoal grilling is different from wood fire grilling.
Jian Mo directly inserted the meat skewers around the charcoal fire, and there was no need to worry about flames coming out and burning the skewers.
Because the charcoal fire was particularly stable, the grilled meat had a charming burnt yellow color. The color was very uniform.
The aroma of the barbecue wafted out, attracting a group of kids over.
The kids' eyes were sparkling, staring at the barbecue, their saliva about to flow out.
Jian Mo looked at the group of kids, and then at Wu Jiong.
Wu Jiong waved silently, asking the kids to come over - he was going to divide the meat.
Jian Mo smiled a little.
Unexpectedly, when the kids saw him waving, not only did they not come over, but they turned around and ran away.
Jian Mo was stunned for a moment and said to Wu Jiong, "Are
they afraid of me or you?" Wu Jiong: "The little guys have never been afraid of me."
"That's right, the little guys have never been afraid of me either." After that, Jian Mo added, "At least so far, the little guys have never been afraid of me."
Wu Jiong grasped the key words in his words: "Maybe they will be afraid of you in the future?"
Jian Mo: "As a doctor, I will be a little bit. After seeing patients a few more times, the little guys may run away when they see me."
Wu Jiong was rarely curious about his previous work: "You are good at treating diseases."
Jian Mo: "That's because the cases we have encountered so far are all minor problems, and they are not painful to treat. If we encounter painful problems, it will be different."
Wu Jiong: "What's the most painful thing?"
Jian Mo thought about his previous patients: "Sterilization?"
Wu Jiong didn't understand.
Jian Mo looked at him and explained it in more common language: "It means cutting off the testicles."
Wu Jiong said nothing and silently adjusted his sitting position.
While they were chatting, the little guys came running over again with things in their hands. This time, they were followed by the little guy who couldn't transform yet.
"The leader of the clan - Brother Jian Mo -" Jiang Xing, who was in the lead, ran breathlessly, "We brought food here to exchange for kebabs, is that okay?"
Wu Jiong nodded.
Jian Mo smiled: "Did your family ask us to bring it?"
Jiang Xing nodded: "Dad said that everyone doesn't have much food, so we are not allowed to come and eat for free."
Jian Mo took their food and distributed the skewers to them. The little guys who couldn't transform were given a piece as big as a finger, mainly to taste it.
The little guys took the food to one side, squatted by the fire, and ate while making "wow wow" sounds.
The skewers grilled over charcoal were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. There was no smell of smoke from the fire, only a strong meaty taste, which was very delicious.
The little guys couldn't keep their mouths idle, and they kept talking while eating the meat.
Knowing that Jian Mo wanted to use charcoal to burn pottery, Jiang Xing said, "The clay of our tribe is not good, the clay of Dianxin tribe is good."
Jian Mo had dealt with the Dianxin tribe at the hunting conference and knew that this was a relatively developed tribe, so he smiled and said, "Where did you hear these words from?"
Jiang Xing: "My father said that the pottery made from the clay of the Dianxin tribe is very beautiful and not easy to crack, while the pottery of our tribe is easy to crack."
Jian Mo explained, "The pottery of our tribe is easy to crack because it was not kneaded well when making the pottery, there are bubbles inside, or the temperature is uneven when it is burned."
The little guys didn't understand and insisted that the clay of the Dianxin tribe was good.
Jian Mo turned to look at Wu Jiong, who raised his head and gave a questioning look in return, without correcting the little guys' ideas.
Jian Mo had no choice but to tell the boys that he would go to the Dianxin tribe if he had the chance.
Charcoal is indeed a good thing. Jian Mo put a pot of charcoal in the animal shed at night, which could be burned directly until the next morning, saving them the trouble of getting up at night.
The cubs of the tuo beasts were kept warm and all survived.
Seeing this, Wu Jiong took the beastmen to the mountains to cut a lot of hardwood when he was free. Jian Mo led everyone to burn several more batches of charcoal.
They became more and more experienced in burning charcoal. Now they no longer need to water the kiln. When the fire is right, they seal the kiln with mud in time, and the quality of the burned charcoal has improved a lot.
That day, Jian Mo looked at the newly cut trees and said to Wu Jiong with some concern: "Why don't you plant a few more trees after you finish cutting down the trees? I'm worried that if we keep cutting down trees like this, the hardwoods in the tribe will soon be cut down."
Wu Jiong: "New buds will sprout in the spring and grow again."
After a pause, Wu Jiong said: "It's okay to plant more seeds, so that it will be convenient to cut down trees in a few years."
Jian Mo: "Yes, we have to take the path of sustainable development and don't really cut down the mountains near the tribe."
Wu Jiong roughly understood what he meant and nodded.
While the tribe was busy burning charcoal, Jian Mo and his team applied a layer of glaze to the pottery.
Winter is dry, and the glaze dries quickly.
On this day, after Qing Kuang checked the pottery, he asked the kids to come over and call Jian Mo, saying that the pottery could be fired.
Everyone had been waiting for this batch of pottery to be fired for a long time, and when they were told that it could be fired, everyone was very excited.
Jian Mo saw this and asked everyone to prepare to fire the pottery tomorrow.
It was too late today, as he had to make a simple hand-cranked fan fixed to the ground, and it was not finished yet.
Zhou Fu and the others were puzzled: "Is it necessary to go through so much trouble? Last time we didn't make a fan, but the pottery we fired was still pretty good."
Jian Mo: "Last time we used wood, this time we use charcoal, it's a little different. And - we've done all the previous steps, if we do this step better, the success rate of firing pottery will be higher."
Qing Kuo: "How do we make a fan? Let's do it together."
Jian Mo did not refuse, and took them to find wood to make a hand-cranked fan.
These little things are quite simple to make as long as you know the principle.
They made two hand-cranked fans in one day, one main fan and one spare.
The next morning, they moved the charcoal over and started firing pottery in the kiln.
This time they used nine parts charcoal and one part wood, and also made one hole on the top and three holes on the bottom.
Only this time, a fan was added, and the three openings at the bottom were divided into one main opening and two auxiliary openings.
Too many openings are not good either. Although it is conducive to air flow, it will accelerate the dissipation of heat.
Everyone took turns shaking the handle of the hand-shaking fan, and the charcoal in the kiln gained oxygen and burned fiercely.
Even people who are not very experienced can clearly feel that the temperature in the kiln is higher than when burning wood.
Qingkuang wiped the sweat off his face and said to Jian Mo: "If it weren't for you, we might never have discovered that we can burn charcoal in our lifetime."
Jian Mo was very humble: "Not really, maybe this new technology will be passed on someday."
Qingkuang patted his shoulder and said nothing.
It was the first time to use charcoal to fire pottery. No one had any experience, so they could only follow the previous method of using firewood to fire for a whole day, from morning to evening.
When the fire was stopped in the evening, Jian Mo clearly saw that the wet mud used to seal the kiln had been sintered and had faintly burned into the texture of pottery blocks.
It can be seen that the temperature in the pottery kiln was very high today.
Fortunately, the temperature was low in winter. When they got up the next day, the kiln had almost cooled down and the kiln wall was only warm to the touch.
Everyone couldn't wait to open the kiln.
The simplicity of a one-time kiln hole is that to open the kiln, you only need to peel off the kiln wall.
The beastmen and sub-beastmen present were very strong and completed this step in two or three times.
When the kiln was opened, there were pottery fragments scattered all over the floor.
Among the fragments, the pottery that was still intact or not cracked so thoroughly exuded a layer of warm light, which was so bright that it was almost blinding in the morning sun.
Everyone's hands paused, and many people opened their mouths involuntarily.
"This is too smooth." Zhou Fu's already round eyes widened even wider, "Pottery clay can be fired into this state."
As he said, he reached out to touch the pottery fragment, and when he touched it, he shrank because of the burn.
His partner Jiuyin hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Zhou Fu showed his intact hand, "It's just a little hot, a little hotter than the pottery kiln fired by firewood." Qingkuan
came back to his senses and said to Jian Mo: "You are amazing."
Jian Mo waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not my credit, it's the technology we have accumulated there."
Qing Kuang put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Thank you for bringing your skills to our tribe."
People around him echoed.
Jian Mo felt a little embarrassed when he heard the praises from everyone around him.
Ban Ming said, "You should also thank the chief for bringing Jian Mo back."
De Jiang said with a smile, "You should also thank me for meeting Jian Mo, right?"
Ban Ming smiled and said, "I don't mind if the tribe wants to thank me. It would be even better if they could give me some rewards, such as this pottery... or ceramic fragments."
He changed his words in time and dodged his father's palm.
After Qing Kuang beat his son, he turned to ask Wu Jiong, "How do we divide the pottery?"
While they were talking, everyone had already counted the number of pottery. There were
77 intact pottery pieces in the kiln, and 123 pieces that could be used, most of which were small and medium-sized pottery.
Wu Jiong had an idea long ago, and said directly: "Those who make pottery take two pieces each, and the rest belong to the tribe. If you want pottery, you can exchange it with food or other supplies from the tribe."
Before he finished speaking, Ban Ming immediately raised his hand: "Chief, I want to exchange one! I'll get the animal skin right away."
Ye Luo: "I want to exchange for one more plate. I'll exchange it after the makers have chosen. The tribe can just tell you how many supplies you want."
Someone took the lead, and many interested people followed suit, scrambling to exchange pottery.
Wu Jiong directly let the people who participated in pottery making choose first. After they finished choosing, those who wanted to exchange came over to exchange. Those who offered more supplies chose first, and so on until they were all chosen. This was another level of the highest bidder winning.
The tribe was indeed quite fair, and no one had any objections.
Wu Jiong's quota was given to Jian Mo, who picked a total of four pieces of pottery, including two jars, a pottery pot, and a pottery basin.
Except for the pottery basin, the remaining three pieces of pottery were all made by him, with a layer of reddish-brown delicate glaze on the surface, which was very much in line with his aesthetics and taste.
He took the pottery home, washed the two pottery jars first, put them outside to dry, and then transferred the flour fruit wine into the jars.
The flour fruit wine has been fermented for so long that it already has a faint smell of alcohol.
Of course, the lingering flour fruit smell is still there.
Jian Mo hopes that it can produce more wine, so that he can distill more strong liquor or even alcohol.
Wu Jiong watched him clean and put away all the pottery, and he had no opinion, but the shallow pot -
"What is this shallow pot used for?"
"You'll know when I make it." Jian Mo said mysteriously, "I'm going to catch some big fish, will you come with me?"
The river outside was not frozen, so it was not difficult to catch fish.
Wu Jiong paused for a moment, but still agreed: "Catch a few more, as a snack for Jiujiu."
Jian Mo: "Okay, fry it for it."
It has been a while since he came to this world. Jian Mo knows very well which fish have more bones and less taste good, and which are just the opposite.
When they catch fish, they specifically pick the delicious species.
Wu Jiong reacts quickly and is the main force in catching fish.
The two caught a bucket in a short while.
After catching the fish, Jian Mo picked out a few big and plump ones, and carefully packed the rest, smeared them with seasoning, marinated them slightly, and then fried them on the stone slab.
When the fish is fried until both sides are golden brown and the bones are crispy, it can be used as a snack for the flying beast.
As for the big and plump fish, Jian Mo specially left out the smooth and tender fish belly, cut it into large pieces, and marinated it slightly.
Then, he put a large piece of animal oil in a shallow earthenware pot, and then put the wood ding root and spices in it to fry.
As soon as the fragrance came out, he immediately placed the marinated large pieces of fish meat on the wood ding root, then covered it with a lid and poured a circle of fruit wine on the lid.
The temperature in the earthenware pot was very high, and as soon as the fruit wine was poured on it, a faint blue flame immediately emerged.
Jian Mo didn't care and continued to burn the charcoal fire underneath.
Wu Jiong: "Won't the pot crack like this?"
Jian Mo: "That's just the beginning. It didn't crack when it was burning in the kiln, and the probability of cracking now is also very small."
After the fruit wine evaporated a little, the aroma in the pot floated out and went straight into the noses of the two.
Jian Mo took a deep breath: "It smells good, right? It's a familiar smell."
After waiting for a while, Jian Mo carefully moved the pot away from the charcoal fire and opened the lid.
Along with the hot steam came an indescribable fresh fragrance, and Wu Jiong stared at the fish in the pot closely.
The steam dissipated a little, and the snow-white and tender fish meat was revealed.
It was the first time that Wu Jiong saw fish meat in this state, as if it had just solidified.
Jian Mo called out, "Hurry, hurry, eat while it's hot."
Wu Jiong picked up a piece, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.
The fish meat seemed to melt on the tip of his tongue. With a light sip, it all turned into a rich aroma that penetrated into his stomach.
It turns out that fish meat has this taste in addition to being fishy, dry, and bitter.
Jian Mo did not notice Wu Jiong's expression.
He also picked up the second piece with satisfaction.
The fish meat baked in this clay pot is not much different from that in modern society.
It's delicious. It
turns out that we still need to develop technology.
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