Anesthetic

Ye Luo: "There are no outsiders there, so we don't need to use it for now?"

De Jiang: "Our tribe also has curious folks who might leak secrets at any time. It's safer to have someone guarding the area."

Everyone looked at Wu Jiong, Wu Jiong said, "Have people guard the cooking and burning processes, but not at other times, to save manpower."

When he spoke, no one objected.

The glass was passed around, and everyone was very satisfied with the finished product.

Qing Kuo: "Stop looking, let's quickly check if the glass inside the ceramic box was fired successfully! That's the key."

So everyone worked together to clear out the pottery around them, specifically to examine the pottery box.

As soon as the ceramic box was opened, Jian Mo knew it was definitely a successful attempt.

However, perhaps due to the different placement and temperatures inside the ceramic boxes, the sizes of the glass sintered inside the boxes varied.

Some of the ceramic boxes contained glass as big as a 16mo book, while others were only the size of a palm, with the rest being sand.

The difference is that the pottery box contains only sand and alkali, so after firing it is exceptionally clear, looking like crystal, with little impurity, at most a pale yellow tinge.

Jian Mo looked at the familiar glass, momentarily unable to discern the emotions swirling within her.

If this glass were placed on Earth, it might be worthless waste. But here, it represents a significant advancement in their technology.

Perhaps it also signifies that the orcs' civilization has entered a new phase.

He didn't know if this was good or bad, but change was inevitable; a civilization could not remain stagnant forever.

Wu Jiong and Ye Luo stood on either side of Jian Mo and patted him on the shoulder.

Everyone else's attention was focused on the glass.

Qing Kuo looked at the ceramic box, sniffed, and gazed at it with rapt attention. "It's a huge success, it's practically a miracle."

Di Ya put her arm around him and said, "Mmm."

De Jiang: "Next time, we can put the pottery boxes directly on the charcoal to fire; maybe that will result in a better firing. Stacking them up like this definitely doesn't work as well."

Qing Kuo: "Next time, don't use pottery, just fire glass directly. Layer charcoal and a clay box, it'll definitely fire better than this time."

De Jiang: "We can hurry up and burn some charcoal, and once we have enough, we can start making glass."

Qing Kuo nodded repeatedly. "That's right! The sand doesn't need to be air-dried; we can just make the ceramic boxes. We'll also take some time these next couple of days to dredge some alkali. We'll bring baskets and scoop it up directly from the bottom of the salt lake; it's too cold there."

The two highly motivated individuals quickly finalized the next steps of the work, and no one else present had any objections.

Having successfully fired glass, we must press our advantage.

After the meal, they cleared all the pottery and glass out of the kiln.

Due to technical limitations, quite a few ceramic pieces broke, but the total number of pieces sent in for firing was large, and they ultimately obtained 203 pieces of various pottery and 25 usable pieces of glass.

After consulting with everyone, Qing Kuo first distributed five pieces of glass and ten pieces of pottery to Jian Mo.

Jian Mo didn't refuse and happily took it home.

These five panes of glass are all as big as a 16-page book.

Wu Jiong thought Jian Mo would make something else, Jian Mo pulled him along and immediately made several wooden frames with grooves, then embedded glass in them to create simple glass windows.

Then, Jian Mo replaced the bark with glass and carefully installed it on the windows of both the upstairs and downstairs floors.

Light streamed through the slightly yellowish glass, brightening the entire room and making the clean and tidy space feel extremely cozy.

Jian Mo looked around the room with satisfaction. "I've always felt the windows were awkward, but now they're finally fixed."

Wu Jiong looked at him, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Jian Mo asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Don't you like glass windows? Do you think they're not sturdy enough? It's okay, they're secured with wood, they shouldn't fall down."

Wu Jiong's voice was deep. "No, you've decorated very well."

Jian Mo said happily, "That's right, I've seen a lot, so I have some aesthetic sense."

Jian Mo felt that Wu Jiong was a little strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was about to ask him more about it.

Suddenly, Jiang Xing, a child from the tribe, ran in from outside with a group of children, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Jian Mo, Chieftain, the chieftain of the Mengshui Tribe is here! De Jiang said you need to leave."

The children looked at Jian Mo and Wu Jiong standing side by side in front of the glass window, curiously glancing at the window and then at them.

But we had important business to attend to, so the children held back and didn't ask.

Jian Mo's hand stopped abruptly. He looked up at Wu Jiong, puzzled, and said, "The chieftain of the Mengshui Tribe? We have no connection with them, what are they doing here?"

Wu Jiong: "They may have heard news about pottery and glass."

Jian Mo frowned. "The news came too fast! We just finished burning the fire. Could they have planted a spy in our tribe?!"

Wu Jiong: "We'll find out once we go out and take a look. They can't possibly be here to fight."

Jian Mo pushed his shoulder. "Come on, come on, I'll go with you to take a look."

Chapter 33 Anesthetics

As soon as Jian Mo and Wu Jiong went downstairs, they saw a group of people walking towards them in the distance.

The two people at the front were exceptionally tall with very fair skin. They wore animal skin robes similar to Greek robes, with belts around their waists that accentuated their height and long legs, making them look like models.

People from the Riverside Tribe generally don't dress so elaborately.

Just by looking at their attire, Jian Mo knew that the two must be from the Mengshui Tribe.

As they got closer, Jian Mo realized that the person at the front was indeed Yun Long, the chieftain of the Mengshui Tribe.

Although he didn't have a direct relationship with Yun Long, he had seen him at the Hunting Gathering before and knew of him.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong stopped in front of the house, waiting for them to come over.

Yun Long and his group quickly approached the two.

They looked at Wu Jiong's house.