I am the chief of a primitive tribe

The next morning, Mu Feng went to check on the situation in the tribe. The toilet had been built and was ready for use.

In order to prevent the tribe members from getting confused, he erected a bamboo next to the men's toilet and two bamboos next to the women's toilet, and ordered Li Hu to notify them. Then he went back to check how the pottery was drying.

Before he reached the cave, he saw Bai Ya trotting and shouting at him: "Brother Mu Feng, Brother Mu Feng!"

"What's wrong?" Mu Feng was surprised, "What's the matter?"

Bai Ya was panting, and her chest was already rising and falling. Her pretty face flushed, and she pursed her lips and finally lowered her head and asked: "Um...how do I use the toilet?"

"What?" Mu Feng felt that he had heard it wrong, and his head was a little confused. Then he looked at Bai Ya with an extremely strange look, and found that she was also very embarrassed.

Mu Feng felt overwhelmed. He looked around and saw no one. He quickly drew two holes on the ground, then stood on them one on the left and one on the right. He quickly said, "Just like that, step on one with one foot, then squat down. I don't need to teach you the rest, right?"

"Hmm!" Bai Ya's voice was like a mosquito, her pretty face flushed, and she ran away as if she was running for her life.

Mu Feng himself felt a sense of shame in his heart: "Damn it, I'm teaching a woman how to go to the toilet, what the hell!"

Complaining is complaining, but he still has to do what he should do. He carefully turned over the finished pottery. It was already dried in the shade. It was estimated that it would be ready for the kiln after another day or half of sun exposure.

He gently tested the touch of it with his hand.

"It's one or two days earlier than I expected. It seems that the air in this cave is relatively dry, and the pottery will dry quickly in the shade." Mu Feng said to himself, "It seems that I need to apply some glaze, otherwise the surface of the fired pottery will not be smooth and it will be easy to peel off."

He thought about the knowledge that the master taught him when he was making pottery before, various advanced glazes, various glazing methods.

But one of the simplest glazes is also the easiest to obtain - plant ash.

And the master also told him that plant ash glaze also has high and low quality.

The ash is white and light, which is the worst. The ash is gray or even dark gray, and it feels like stone powder in the hand.

Other things may be difficult for him to find, but plant ash is the simplest.

White Fang just collected plant ash and scattered it in the chicken coop pen, and there is still a lot left.

Mu Feng went directly to find White Fang and asked for the plant ash to go back and deal with it himself.

Sifting glaze is the same as kneading soil, both require fineness.

Mu Feng first poured a pile of ash on the ground, and took a bamboo stick to gently pat the ash, so that the ash sank tightly to the bottom, and the top was a layer of floating ash.

Mu Feng blew gently, letting the floating ash fly away, and the dust flew everywhere.

Bai Ya waved her hands wildly, her pretty face full of confusion: "Brother Mu Feng, why are you blowing the ash for no reason?"

Mu Feng apologized and said: "Sorry, you will know later."

As he said that, he picked up the bamboo stick and gently scraped off the large particles of ash on the surface of the remaining ash. The remaining ash looked very fine.

At first glance, it looked like finely ground gray flour.

He picked up the gauze from before, held the ash on the gauze, sifted it out bit by bit, and finally got a small pile of extremely fine plant ash.

Looking at the light gray and sedimented plant ash, Mu Feng nodded: "Okay, I can only pick the best among the cripples, it is the best among the plant ash!"

"Cripple, general?" Bai Ya was puzzled, blinking his big eyes, "Brother Mu Feng, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "These ashes are useful!"

"What are they used for?" Bai Ya was even more curious.

"I will use it to make glaze and apply it on these pottery! In this way, the pottery will be very bright and easy to use!"

Bai Ya was stunned and didn't understand what Mu Feng was talking about at all.

Seeing her interested but confused look, Mu Feng couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and continued the work in his hands.

The method of glazing with plant ash has existed since ancient times. The ratio of ash to water is different, and the color of the fired pottery will be different, such as smoke gray, ink color, dark green and so on.

The most famous one Mu Feng has heard of is "51 degrees gray".

Although he had learned these things, he was really a monk who changed his career in pottery, and he was not good at it.

Fortunately, his requirements were not high, as long as the pottery could be used.

As for what color it could be fired, it depends on God's will.

Because there was a lot of ash sifted out, Mu Feng was not a stingy person, and he was worried that the glaze on the pottery would affect the quality, so he directly mixed it in the way of mud.

After stirring for a long time, he felt that it was indeed a bit thick, so he had to add water and continue stirring.Unexpectedly, his action was very meaningful to Bai Ya.

She watched Mu Feng muttering to himself, adding water and gesturing, and for a moment she was worried about Mu Feng.

She frowned slightly, and her beautiful big eyes were full of heartache.

But Mu Feng didn't notice these. He took a smaller pottery that had been glazed, gently pinched it and turned it around in the stone jar. After a look, the glaze on it was still relatively uniform.

"Perfect!" Mu Feng grinned and laughed, "Open the kiln!"