Glass (continued)

There was a knock on the door while they were having breakfast inside.

Jian Mo looked up, holding her bowl, and saw Qing Kuo walking in from outside.

Jian Mo quickly greeted, "Qing Kuo, have you had breakfast?"

Qing Kuo waved his hand. "I've eaten, I'm not freeloading today. I came to say that the charcoal for today has been taken out, and we're going to fire another batch this evening. Do you want to take a look at the kiln? Also, Jian Mo, didn't you want to test the glaze? Can you try it now?"

Jian Mo sat back down. "I'll go check on it later. The glaze test should be done. If we're firing it this evening, I'll go mix the glaze later."

Qing Kuo: "How many types of glaze are there in total?"

Jian Mo: "Sixteen or seventeen kinds? I'll find out when I pull them up."

Jian Mo was thinking about the pottery kiln, so she quickly finished her breakfast and went to the kiln with Wu Jiong.

They burned several batches of charcoal, and each time they burned it, they would repair the kiln.

This is the sixth time, and the kiln has been repaired quite well; it looks quite presentable.

As Jian Mo watched the kiln grow from nothing to something, and gradually be transformed into the familiar shape he knew, a sense of accomplishment welled up within him.

He stood at the kiln entrance for a moment, then bent down and went inside.

The cave dwelling contained residual smoke from burning, but the surroundings were very dry, unlike any typical cave environment.

He reached out and touched the kiln wall, which they had later coated with clay. Now the clay had hardened and solidified after firing.

The pillar in the center of the cave dwelling used for reinforcement is also very sturdy, with clay firmly binding the stones together. If there are no accidents, it should last for ten or eight years without any problems.

Jian Mo looked up at the top.

To facilitate ventilation, the opening at the top of the cave was opened, allowing sunlight and cold wind to rush in, quickly clearing away most of the stale air inside.

With the cave dwellings renovated to this point, even Jian Mo couldn't offer any immediate opinions.

Qing Kuo asked, "How is it?"

Jian Mo turned her head, saw a hint of smugness in his expression, and smiled, "Excellent, everyone's hands-on skills are amazing."

Qing Kuo: "Shall we go mix the glaze now?"

Jian Mo nodded. "Okay."

Jian Mo has collected more than a dozen materials over this period of time and plans to try them all as glaze formulas.

Ye Luo and the others used stones to grind these materials into a fine powder for him, and now they are just waiting for him to use them.

He was preparing the glaze, and the core sub-beastmen from the Qing Kuo, Ye Luo, and other tribes all came to watch.

Jian Mo took the powders of various materials, combined them separately, and mixed them with water to form a glaze paste.

To make it easier to remember, he specially shaved many small pieces of wood to use as memo boards.

Now, when mixing glazes, he uses charcoal blocks to write down the proportions of each type of glaze for easy reference later.

As a mature writing system, Chinese characters are completely incomprehensible to people around the world, who cannot guess their meaning.

Ye Luo said enviously, "These characters are so beautiful."

Jian Mo looked up and smiled, "It's an achievement passed down from our ancestors."

Ye Luo nodded and said nothing more.

Ye Luo and the others knew that he came from a large tribe outside and knew many different things, so they didn't have any other thoughts about the writings he had made.

Not only did they have no objections, but they also spread favorable public opinion within the tribe to help cover up for him.

With their protection, Jian Mo's integration into the tribe went exceptionally smoothly.

Jian Mo used a thin wooden sliver to evenly apply the prepared glaze to the previously cracked pottery shards, creating a certain thickness.

The weather is cold and windy now, so if we leave them outside for a few hours, they can be fired in the kiln in the evening.

Once fired, these pottery shards will serve as color charts, allowing him to easily compare the different glazes.

If the firing fails, he removes the corresponding glaze formula to avoid wasting pottery.

Making pottery is so difficult. In this cold weather, there are so many steps, and each step takes a lot of effort from everyone. It would be such a waste to waste it.

Let's do an experiment using broken pieces of pottery.

He handed the coated pottery shards to Qing Kuo: "Thank you for your hard work. If I'm not back by evening, just put them in the kiln to fire."

Qing Kuo: "What's so hard about this? Are you going to Green Marsh Source to cut grass today?"

Jian Mo nodded. "Wu Jiong said there's more grass over there, and if we're lucky, we might even find some green grass to improve Jiujiu's diet."

Ye Luo laughed beside her, "If you're not in a hurry, you can use a hoe to dig up the grass roots. There might not be green grass under the soil, but there will definitely be tender white roots."

Jian Mo hadn't thought of that before, and her eyes lit up when she heard it. "Thanks for reminding me!"

Ye Luo waved her hand. "You're welcome."

Jian Mo ran home and met Wu Jiong, then relayed Ye Luo's words.

Wu Jiong then said, "I'll find the hoe. It's a bit worn out; I'll make two new ones in a couple of days."

People used to use stone hoes to dig up tubers, but since both orcs and sub-orcs had claws, they didn't use stone hoes very often.

After Jian Mo arrived, she became the only person who completely relied on tools, causing the Wu Jiong family's tools to wear out exceptionally quickly, requiring frequent replenishment.

The two went to Green Marsh Source alone. Wu Jiong did not transform into his beast form, but instead rode the Flying-Winged Beast directly there.

Flying-Winged Beast can fly in a straight line, which is much more convenient than them running.

When they arrived at their destination, they brushed away the snow and dug up the surface soil, and sure enough, they saw tender white grass stems underneath.

The stems taste sweet with a slightly bitter aftertaste, are non-toxic, and are edible.

Jian Mo looked at the grass stems in her hand, deciding to dig some up and cook them to get some fiber.

As a human being, consuming too little fiber is not healthy.

At times like this, Jian Mo felt a little envious of the orcs and sub-orcs here. They were much more resilient than him, and it seemed like they could eat whatever they wanted without any problems.

The Flying-Winged Beast watched them digging up grass stems and slowly realized that they were digging up food for it.

It Jiujiu happily twice, then used its paws to dig through the snow and soil, eating as it went.

Jian Mo watched it eat but didn't interfere. If it ate a lot, she could just feed it less at night.