The Great Talisman

　　 A small glacier used all the herbs that Yang Sanyang had stored. Yang Sanyang took advantage of the arrival of spring and began to pick herbs and wild vegetables.

Although it is said that there is enough meat, wild vegetables are also very important. Always eat meat, people will eventually have a boring day, and there is no refined salt in this world. Even if there are plants that can replace it, it is not as good as refined salt after all, and the taste is bad. a lot of.

　　 "This soil..." Yang Sanyang looked down on the human race's refining of bones, while lowering his head to dig out herbs, and then felt the stickiness in his hands, he couldn't help being stunned.

　　 clay!

　　 "How come there is clay?" Yang Sanyang remembered that when he traveled throughout the tribe, he had never found clay.

　　 Even under his feet, he clearly remembered that it was loess before the Little Ice Age.

　　 "It turned into clay, did the geology change during the Little Ice Age?" Yang Sanyang looked at the clay in his hands, his eyes gradually brightened.

　　 Although I can use a shovel to dig a stone pot, it is not as convenient as earth-fired ceramics, and the thermal conductivity of earth-fired ceramics is faster, far stronger than the stone pots I dug out.

　　 Moreover, the method of digging bluestone is only one person can use. If one day one day he is gone, or the population of the entire tribe increases, wouldn’t he have to dig one by one?

　　 A thousand pots, 10,000 pots, how do you tell him to dig?

　　 And hitting children on a rainy day, I was idle and idle, thinking about how to make ceramics, it was also very good.

　　 Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand to dig out the clay from the ground and put it in the back basket. A hint of curiosity appeared in Bai Ze's eyes: "Little barbarian, what are you doing with some mud?"

　　 "You'll know when the time comes!" Yang Sanyang picked up the shovel, made a basket of soil, and then returned to his tribe without picking any herbs.

　　 Pottery is roughly divided into four steps.

　　 The first step is to mix the mud, to remove impurities in the soil, and add some dyeing as a color embryo.

　　After mixing the soil, it is shaped.

　　 The forming process Yang Sanyang has no car surface, so he can only knead and shoot the bubbles in the soil.

　　 Then there is glaze.

　　 Yang Sanyang couldn't find the glaze, but went to the mountains to find some colorful plants, mixed them directly, mashed them, and painted the paint according to a certain rule.

　　 When the model is dried, it is fired.

　　Yang Sanyang is just to make the simplest ceramic bowl. It is also convenient to boil water and boil medicine in the future. It is not too late to find some experience after the ceramic bowl is cooked. It is not too late to think about making some more difficult things.

　　 In just half a day, the earthen bowl was dried, and Yang Sanyang directly threw the dried earthen bowl into the fire.

　　 The temperature of firing ceramics is more than one thousand two hundred degrees. This is actually not difficult. The flames in primitive caves do not go out all year round. This is not difficult for him.

　　 Ye looked at Yang Sanyang curiously and saw Yang Sanyang making ceramics, with curious eyes in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to play in the mud, learning the appearance of Yang Sanyang, squeezing out a ceramic bowl, and then carefully putting it into the bonfire.

　　 One day and one night, early the next morning, Yang Sanyang took advantage of the bonfire and hurriedly picked up the wood to go back and forth in the bonfire, and then a red bowl was drawn out of the soil.

　　 It's done!

　　 Yang Sanyang looked at the ceramic bowl with a pleasant smile in his eyes. He didn't expect the firing for the first time, but it was successful.

　　 When the temperature dissipated, the ceramic bowl returned to normal temperature. Yang Sanyang picked up the ceramic bowl and went to the sun, looking at the gray ceramic bowl, smiling from ear to ear.

　　 The only regrettable thing is that there has never been a great power to land. The ceramic bowl is still an ordinary ceramic bowl, and nothing has changed.

　　 came to the water, and then the clear water flowing down the waterfall, Yang Sanyang laughed, and the enthusiasm for pottery was even higher.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't do anything every day. He squeezed out cups, kettles, small casseroles, etc., all kinds of weird tools, gradually formed under his hands and exposed to the sun.

At this time, 　　 Ye was dejected and held a pile of fragments that were invisible in the shape of the ash made by his own home. His eyes were filled with loss of color. Then he looked at Yang Sanyang's ceramic bowl, and his eyes showed a touch of envy.

　　 "Yeah~"

　　Yang Sanyang summoned Ye and carefully taught her how to sift out impurities, how to control the heat, how to glaze, and all the procedures were carefully demonstrated in front of Ye and carefully guided during Ye’s kneading process.

　　 During the spring and summer, the wild sun was venomous, but in just half an hour, the soil had dried, and then Yang Sanyang was cautiously pushed into the bonfire.

　　 sunrise

　　 sunset

　　 On the second day, Yang Sanyang got up early to pull the treasures he made. The small casserole and the teacup were successfully made, but the teapot cracked into several pieces. It seemed to tell Yang Sanyang that making ceramics is not that simple.

　　 It was an unexpected joy that the casserole could be successfully cooked. Yang Sanyang was not too greedy, so he washed the casserole clean, found a big plump fish, and started the great business of stewing fish.

The magical function of 　　 ceramics can involve all aspects of life, and has aroused the interest of countless primitive people. Everyone raised a bunch of bonfires and began to learn from Yang Sanyang to concoct embryos and fire ceramics.

　　The artifacts made by firing are also strange. Some people burn spears, some burn sticks, and some people burn a ball of unknown things.

　　 In just two days, firing ceramics has become a trend, and the people of the tribe can be considered a pastime.

　　 Yang Sanyang succeeded in firing ceramics. He fired a set of teapots, casseroles, washbasins, etc., and placed them in his own hut, and then let the primitive people fire them at will. He only gave a little guidance and did not interfere.

"The big river has melted. I don’t know how my fish pond is going?" Yang Sanyang called, and walked towards the pond with Bai Ze on his back. The ice more than 20 meters thick has completely melted, and you can see clearly through the clear lake. Until the big plump fish is swimming in the water.

"Fry has not been produced yet, but it is not suitable for hunting. Wilderness species multiply and multiply very quickly. After a while, fry will be born!" Yang Sanyang thought in his heart, paddling the bamboo raft, and admiring it leisurely on the pond. Looking at the scenery, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes: "The Great Wilderness is rich in species, and I don't know if there are those loach and rice eel."

　　 After swaying leisurely for a long time, Yang Sanyang started to make a shovel. If he wanted to go to the river to dig fresh water, he had to have very suitable tools.

　　 There are many poisons and dangers along the river. Although primitive people have thick skin, those poisons are not covered.

　　 Spring thunder was rolling in the sky, and the drizzle was drenched in the rain. Yang Sanyang wore a huge handful of leaves and went to the river with Ye all the way to the river. Looking at the rolling river, a touch of contemplation appeared in his eyes.

　　 Yeah looked at Yang Sanyang curiously, Yang Sanyang's expression was silent, and it took a while before he led Ye back.

　　 There are monsters in the river, and there is more than one. He has a discernment, and the variables in the river can't be concealed from him. Those demons hidden in the river are obviously the invisible overlord in the river.

"Eating monsters can make primitive humans evolve, transform the bones in their bodies, and open up the opportunity to speak!" Yang Sanyang showed a contemplative expression. After returning to the cave, he took out the fishing rod in his sleeve: "Humans want to catch fish. If you want to fish freely in the river, those monsters must be removed."

The 　　 demon, like the ordinary beasts, also has its own territory. Yang Sanyang took out a tortoise bead in his hand and hung it on the fish hook, then gently flicked his palm, the fish hook disappeared into the void and disappeared.

In Yang Sanyang's eyes, the sky nets flowed, but the void was twisted and vibrated. In his eyes, there were dozens of monsters passing through the Great River Valley in the territory of Vulcan. Although the curled up monsters were far inferior to the Wind Demon King , But also very impressive.

　　 Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a touch of solemnity, his fingers tapped his knees lightly, without telling him to wait long, he felt a trembling of his fishing rod in his hand.

　　 Tortoise beads are the essence of the old tortoise’s thousand years of cultivation. No monster can withstand such temptation.

　　 With a slight force on his palm, the void twisted and changed, but a big octopus three meters long and two meters high was pulled out of the void.

　　 "Squeaky~"

　　 The squid was frantically struggling, roaring, and swept across the void with its paws, bringing the whistling wind~www.wuxiahere.com~ to hit Yang Sanyang fiercely.

　　 If you get hit, you will end up with broken tendons and fractures.

"This is the monster beast. Even if it is imprisoned by the fish hook, the primordial person can't contend with it alone!" Yang Sanyang's trapped fairy rope flew out from his waist, and the octopuses were tied together in an instant, then his palms As soon as he stretched out, an arrow fell off from the Shentian Bow. Holding the arrow, Yang Sanyang rushed forward and pierced the octopus's skull.

　　 The sky-shocking bow is a heavy weapon for killing and cutting, surging vigorously from the octopus essence, sinking into Yang Sanyang's body, hiding in the deepest part of the bloodline, and accumulating as a heritage.

　　 Full tea time, the heat flow in the octopus disappeared, Yang Sanyang just took the fish hook, directly opened the belly with an arrow, and then took out the prepared bracket to have a sizzling squid.

　　 There is no iron plate, ceramics can be substituted.

　　 There is no demon pill in the octopus, and Yang Sanyang summoned to Ye: "Yeah!"

　　 Ye ran happily, the ceramic was oily, the squid was grilled golden, the outside was charred and the inside was tender, and the aroma came out.

　　 "This is the flesh of a monster beast, and it contains the essence of the monster beast's flesh and blood. Eat more!" Yang Sanyang handed the squid to Yeah, a glimmer of hope and expectation flashed in his eyes.

　　 It's not just yeah, the female leader, Yong, this little guy, has been separated by Yang Sanyang with a lot of squid meat.

　　 The squid is three meters in size, but it is still a drop in the bucket in the face of thousands of people.

　　 However, Yang Sanyang still chooses to let everyone be covered in rain and dew. The primitive people have not yet started class order and civilization, and have the ability to survive alone. It is necessary for everyone to work together to achieve unity.

　　 "Eat! Eat! I'm really looking forward to the day you wait to speak!" Yang Sanyang scanned the primitive people with a pair of eyes, picked up the grilled golden squid, and began to feast on.