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At the same time, the hemispherical shape of the kiln body also makes it easy to concentrate heat energy inside, so as not to waste it.
I don't know how the tribe came up with this method, but this simple kiln looks surprisingly scientific.
The orc civilization was indeed quite advanced.
The kiln is ready; now it's time to start firing.
This is also a tough job.
Jian Mo and the others guarded the kiln as it began firing. If they observed from the four openings that the fire inside wasn't big enough, they had to fan the air in to make the fire burn brighter.
At the same time, the person guarding the kiln must constantly monitor the firewood inside, and add new firewood promptly once the firewood runs out.
There are also rules to follow when adding firewood. You must not damage the pottery inside, and you must add it as evenly as possible to avoid uneven fires.
Despite the cold weather, Jian Mo stood by his side, sweating profusely from the heat.
Jian Mo stayed up all day until it got dark and the stove slowly went out before she went home.
Wu Jiong told him to rest, "I'll cook dinner."
Jian Mo gulped down a large bottle of cold water and half-reclined in the chair. "You do it, I really don't want to move today."
Wu Jiong started cooking. "How's it going?"
Jian Mo: "Qing Kuo was a success, but I don't know the specifics yet. We'll have to wait until we open the kiln tomorrow to see."
Jian Mo kept Tao's matter in mind, and the next morning, unusually, he didn't stay in bed. He jumped out of bed with a jolt, told Wu Jiong that he was going to find Qing Kuo, and ran off.
When Qing Kuo was found, he yawned and said, "Pottery isn't going to grow legs and run away, what's the rush?"
Jian Mo pushed Qing Kuo: "I want to see the fruits of my labor!"
Qing Kuo laughed and said, "Then go find Ye Luo and the others, and have them gather in front of the kiln so we can start firing."
Jian Mo had no objections. "I'll go right now!"
Jian Mo quickly gathered everyone together.
Without further ado, when they arrived at the kiln, they first removed the mud that had been used to seal it up the day before slowly opening the kiln.
The situation inside the kiln was completely different from what Jian Mo had imagined.
Upon opening the kiln, he first saw a pile of fragments.
Most of the fired pottery is only a slightly whiter clay color, not at all like the yellowish-brown pottery.
Jian Mo disappointed. "Ah, how could this happen?"
Qing Kuo: "What do you mean?"
Jian Mo picked up a piece of pottery. "Why is it this color? The pottery we usually use isn't this color."
Qing Kuo glanced at it. "It's this color right after it was fired; it'll turn black after being used for a while."
Jian Mo put the pottery in her hand aside and went to look for her glazed pottery.
Of his pottery, five pieces were glazed, and seven pieces were glazed for others, totaling twelve pieces.
After rummaging through the shards, Jian Mo managed to find two intact pottery pieces among the fragments.
One of these two pieces has a long crack running across it, while the other piece, although not cracked, is mottled and patchy, with the glaze appearing in patches and not fully fired.
Jian Mo sighed, the exhaustion of the past two days washing over her. She sat down on the floor, too tired to move. "It's completely different from what I expected. The success rate is too low."
Qing Kuo glanced at it. "Normal."
Jian Mo: "So many pieces are broken, how can it still look normal?"
His heart was breaking.
Qing Kuo actually chuckled, "If so many pieces didn't break, why would we need to burn them every quarter?"
Jian Mo looked at the few remaining pottery pieces in the kiln and didn't want to say anything.
Qing Kuo ignored him and directed the others to clean the pottery out of the kiln.
The intact pottery pieces are stored away for daily use.
The pottery pieces that weren't too badly broken weren't thrown away; instead, people tried to collect them.
Jian Mo watched as a somewhat unfamiliar sub-orc slightly polished a chipped pottery jar, saying he wanted to make a vase, and then plucked a small bunch of grass and stuck it inside.
The bundle of grass, trembling in the wind, blossomed with a vibrant green above the bottle opening, a truly beautiful sight.
Despite such harsh conditions, people still maintained their pursuit of beauty.
Jian Mo looked on, feeling a sense of awe.
Everyone quickly brought out all the pottery.
Aside from the pieces fired for the tribe, Jian Mo's personal collection of pottery consists of only four usable pieces, including a teapot, a jar, a plate, and a bowl.
The one with glaze is a pottery jar.
He was quite frustrated by the low success rate, but everyone else thought it was good, which suggests that the success rate of pottery firing might be even lower on a regular basis.
Holding the weathered pottery jar, Zhou Fu smiled and said, "Glazed pottery jars are so beautiful, they look like flowers floating on them. Next time I want to fire more glazed pottery."
Qing Kuo also said, "Next time, we can try painting some patterns with glaze."
Jian Mo said weakly, "The kiln we're using now is too cold; applying glaze might not be very effective."
Qing Kuo: "This is still too low? How can we raise the temperature?"
Jian Mo was genuinely unsure. "Maybe we need to use charcoal to burn it, and add a bellows?"
This is also high school knowledge, which he has almost forgotten.
Qing Kuo hadn't heard of him, but since most of the techniques Jian Mo brought were quite good, he nodded. "We'll try them next time."
After everyone had divided the pottery, they went home to cook.
They needed to make the most of their remaining time to go out and collect the materials.
Based on Qing Kuo and his team's experience, winter would arrive in a few days, at the latest within ten days.
Jian Mo know how they figured it out, but autumn had already lasted quite a while.
He estimated that the seasons here last longer than those on Earth. For example, when he arrived it was already autumn, and according to his markings, he had been there for ninety-three days and it was still autumn.
It is clear that autumn lasts far more than 120 days.
That day, Jian Mo went out to gather resources with the main group as usual.