Digging!
Digging!
Firing bricks!
Building the kiln!
The good news was that Shen Le could use a great many modern technological methods to help restore the ancient kiln.
For example, the soil covering its surface could be excavated brutally with an excavator, rather than having people squat on the ground like archaeologists and clean it away with little shovels or even brushes.
The bad news was that they were following the Special Affairs Bureau's "contain anomalies" route, rather than the local archaeological institute's "restore the ancient kiln" route.
So there were no experienced professors leading a group of doctoral and graduate students to diligently lend a hand.
Undergraduates were out of the question. They probably would not be much help anyway.
But these seasoned experts, leading their research grunts and calling in a few workers who had long cooperated with them, really could build a porcelain kiln from scratch.
Now that no one was there to help, Shen Le had no choice but to do everything himself—build it all by hand.
He pressed both hands to the ground. The earth quivered lightly, shaking out countless dead leaves, broken roots, pebbles, and grains of sand, which piled into a pointed little hill.
With a flick of his hand, rain began to patter down onto the mound of sifted yellow earth, soaking in and mixing itself, turning the dry mound into moist clumps of clay.
With another flick, the clay clumps lifted themselves from the ground and crashed down hard:
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Again and again, they struck the ground, making the earth tremble, sending gravel and sand rolling everywhere nearby, and leaving Gu Yulin and the local young man craning their necks in alarm.
Gu Yulin climbed onto the excavator in two quick strides, bracing himself against its iron arm as