Survive on a Deserted Island With the Villainous Young Lady

43 – Heat (3)

“… … there is.”

Chester, who seemed imminent to move, sat at home and agonized over cooling off with a bark fan.

‘I know how to keep the rotation long by using something heavy as a weight… can you do it with wood? I think a stone would be best.’

To drill a hole in the stone as a preliminary work to drill a hole in the stone.

‘No, it’s nice to think that suffering once will make things easier afterwards.’

Chester, who was clearing away the charcoal piled up on the bonfire as usual while thinking, suddenly checked the mud underneath it.

“… … .”

I try tapping with my fingers on something I didn’t normally pay attention to.

‘It’s hard.’

Is it because the mud is dry? However, it did not show the cracks that are common in dry mud.

Chester removed all the charcoal and threw it away, examining each ember from the discarded charcoal and extinguishing it properly, then went back to the house to examine the mud on the floor.

‘It changed like a plate.’

When I carefully try to lift the mud, a square plate is lifted as it falls from the floor.

Who would believe that this is mud.

As Chester looked at the plate formed by baking the clay, Monia sat next to him and quietly did her own thing.

Chester, lost in thought, doesn’t answer properly, so naturally Monia’s talkativeness decreases.

Of course, whenever that happens, Monia expresses her dissatisfaction with her body, eyes, and sighs.

For example, even while working, he would stare at Chester and stay still for a while.

or.

“Haa!”

“Haaa!”

Or take a deep breath.

or.

‘Let’s see if they ignore it!’

With such thoughts in mind, approach Chester, who is still, and push his body close to him, clinging to him and annoying him.

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Like clinging to Chester’s back and wrapping his arms around his neck.

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Like lying between Chester’s legs while sitting cross-legged and annoying him.

Or even poking his fingers all over Chester’s body, tickling him, blowing in his ears, and he really did everything.

‘Please react!’

But Chester still didn’t respond.

‘… … I knew there was a technique to bake clay and turn it into a bowl. Because there was a thing called pottery that the duke had obtained from abroad. But didn’t I say that it was made with a glaze?’

Chester remembered the now-baked plates and the beautiful pottery.

‘Perhaps, additional process was needed to make it like a work of art and to further enhance its perfection? If so, can I make things that are at the level I’m seeing right now by just roasting them?’

Even if it is grilled over a fire, I do not know if it is grilled over direct fire or indirectly.

‘This is not a matter of simple weight.’

If you can make a wide plate shape, it will be easier when cooking.

Right now I’m washing with water in a bucket, but I’m sure I’ll be able to wash it coolly by putting water in a gourd.

‘Of course, if it’s the same as the pottery the duke imported, the durability won’t be zero. It will break easily.’

If you make it thick, you can increase the durability to some extent, but the weight will increase by that much.

It is basic to carry only the essentials and lighten the body so that even a little bit of stamina is maintained, but needlessly increasing the weight was not a consideration.

‘It’s not to the extent of making tools to carry around, but it’s big enough to be able to make plates and gourds.’

And that’s not all.

‘And if I made a pot with it, wouldn’t it be possible to boil a stew?’

stew.

Chester usually cooked a chowder stew, but stew cooked properly in a large pot was different.

‘I want to feel the taste of mother’s hands after a long time.’

His mother was a disabled person.

Growing up in love with such a mother is also the reason why Chester’s father, who traveled the world as a hunter, gave up wandering and settled in a poor village.

However, instead of being sickly, my mother was good with her hands and was a good cook.

As a hunter, he quickly repaired the things he had broken while using them harshly, and made delicious dishes despite the lack of ingredients.

‘The stew my mother made was spicy. Thanks to that, it was good that my appetite was boosted whenever I ate.’

On a cold winter day, Chester’s mother’s stew was a town favorite.

Everyone gathered together and ate the hot and spicy stew she made, forgetting the cold and gaining energy to endure the winter.

“Okay, let’s get some mud first.”

* * *

Chester roamed the woods looking for mud.

Where to find mud

‘It’s soil, it’s soil that’s spread out. Mud is soil mixed with water.’

After a moment’s thought, Chester took a piece of wood and headed under the roots of a nearby tree.

Hit the tree under the roots with a wooden stick to dig it up, then remove the soil and grass that covers it.

Then, he took out the soft soil inside and moved it to a basket.

Thanks to the leaves on the bottom, the soil did not escape from the basket.

Place the soil you have brought on a stone slab, and sprinkle the water from the bucket.

A little bit of water was sprinkled and mixed, then a little bit was sprinkled and mixed, and mud was made in no time.

I touched a little something like a small stone grain to say it was mud, but it wasn’t bad.

‘It’s fine.’

This level of impurity was fine.

No, rather, these impurities will make it harder when you make something out of clay.

‘At home too.’

A house built with a wooden frame inside concrete is stronger than a house built with only concrete.

The more you touch it, the more the water that was soggy in the mud diminishes.

The dehydrated mud made it easier to shape, and Chester made weights out of it.

Even if it’s a weight, it’s nothing special.

The first thing to do is how much weight to do.

After first picking up a handful of mud, Chester studied the weight of the mud in his hands for a moment.

“… … .”

‘Is this mixed with the weight of water?’

Will this water remain as it is when it is roasted?

‘No way.’

When roasted, the water in this clay will evaporate. If so, you shouldn’t make a weight by guessing with the weight you feel now.

‘I have to make it heavier than I thought.’

Chester gathered some more mud and held it in his hand.

‘I wanted to make it light and small because it’s a drill, not a top, but considering the weight, that’s probably not the case.’

How much water is mixed in the mud?

Without knowing that, I couldn’t even guess the weight after baking.

‘So, for now, it’s a lot more than I want to be moderate.’

It can be excessive.

If you think it’s too much, you can shave it off after making it all.

‘As I first thought of it, a disc shape would be better, right?’

I also thought about the shape of the top, but after touching the clay, I wasn’t sure if I could make the shape of the top properly.

If so, make a disk.

Of course, it must have weight, so thin disks are not allowed, and Chester made a flat and round clay plate with the feeling that he would make it thicker by stacking disks.

Then, the center of the plate was drilled with a drill to make a hole.

The hole was very narrow because the weight of the drill was removed.

‘The tip of the drill can be attached after inserting the drill head into the weight.’

“done.”

After completing the form of such a simple weight, Chester placed the weight on the bonfire lit right next to him.

“… … Is this correct?”

I know it has to be roasted.

But is it right to bake like this?

Perhaps baking also requires a different skill.

How many times had he stared at the clay being roasted, thinking of trying again and again until he succeeded, Chester saw the water bubbling on the surface of the mud.

‘uh?’

And right after that, Boom! The mud burst with a sound.

“Ahh!”

Attacked by the hot mud, Chester hurriedly brushed off the mud clinging to his cheeks and poured water from the water bottle in its place.

Chester hurriedly covered the campfire with earth, cleaned up the ruined mud, and thought.

‘Can’t I bake it over a direct fire?’

Chester put the spool aside, quickly made the next weight, and started baking in a different way, this time.

‘Let’s try two this time.’

First, he cleared the fire and made a hole in the middle, and Chester put a weight in it.

Next, bonfire firewood is again covered over it and roasted with the heat.

Next, bamboo was inserted around the bonfire to make it stand up, and branches were placed on top of it to make a grill.

Bake with heat.

‘I have to flip it over because the heat is different between the top and bottom when grilled like this.’

Chester prepared to turn over the grilling weight at any time, and waited for the results, sweating profusely in the heat of the campfire and the heat of the forest.

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“Oh, that’s a failure.”

However, the grilled weights failed as the baked and unbaked mud separated.

‘Then I guess I should apply heat evenly throughout.’

Chester thought so, and this time he removed the bonfire and took out the weights he had covered under it.

“Five.”

As Chester expected, the weight he took out was lighter than it was before baking because the moisture had evaporated.

However, that didn’t matter too much.

The important thing was that unlike the weights that had just exploded or the weights that were not properly baked and split, this one was properly baked even though it had cracks everywhere.

“Well, it’s a failure because it’s cracked.”

Chester tried putting a little force on the weights.

Then, the cracks in various places increased rapidly and shattered.

“I guess I’ll have to make a kiln first.”

It was so much fun to knead and bake something.

It seemed to me that this would be a good pastime in this uninhabited island life.

Chester brushed off the remains of the weight in his hand and smiled contentedly.