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Chapter 816: 799 The Age of Pottery

Chapter 816: Chapter 799 The Age of Pottery

How could this be just a live broadcast of Eagle Hunting? The detailed interpretation of eagle training techniques has reached an incredibly meticulous level, far surpassing those half-baked hosts who only rely on gimmicks to attract attention.

“Eating raw meat and drinking blood, this is the most primitive, the most savage, and at the same time the most fascinating part! So thrilling!”

“Brother Feng explains so well! It turns out there’s a reasoning behind every little action! I suddenly feel enlightened!”

“Enlightened +1 from above, I feel the same way! It’s like seeing the essence through the phenomenon, my way of thinking has been suddenly impacted!”

“Can’t fight once we’re full, right? We’ve been out for so long today, it’s time to go back and rest! From start to finish, Brother Feng hasn’t even had a sip of water, it’s heartbreaking to watch!”

Yue Feng felt warmed again seeing the viewers notice him licking his lips constantly.

In fact, he hadn’t drunk a sip of water all morning, and he was extremely thirsty. However, without a container, there was nothing he could do; the bit of water carried by the damp cotton cloth in his backpack barely supplemented Xiao Bai’s consumption, certainly far from enough for a person.

Yue Feng habitually licked his lips again and said, “Yes, really thirsty, let’s head back! Xiao Bai is full, surely can’t continue working! Back to the camp, I’ll look into making some sort of cup!”

Since officially going hunting, he could slightly relax on Xiao Bai’s daily lifting; a full raptor generally behaves quite docile, needing to keep pulsating its crop to push food to the digestive organs behind!

As they were walking, Yue Feng’s left hand habitually poked the pine rod in the ground.

In a spot next to a fist-sized rock, normally it should have the right firmness, but somehow here it went in more than twenty centimeters, almost causing Yue Feng to stumble.

Pulling out the pine rod, Yue Feng casually glanced and saw the soil beneath it, and his curiosity immediately piqued.

The soil elsewhere was black, but here it was red. Yue Feng squatted down and pinched a bit, the texture noticeably different.

Compared to the soil previously used to bake simple water storage pottery, this soil was obviously stickier, akin to clay dug up from sandy riverbanks during childhood.

When crafting pottery before, Yue Feng was actually dissatisfied with the soil, perhaps due to its composition; the crudely made pottery was very fragile, lacking strength and easily breaking. He contemplated making small cups and daily utensils, but the material was unsuitable; smaller objects were too thin, and after much effort, none were successful.

Now discovering better-performing soil, coincidentally troubled by the inability to carry water, wasn’t this like wanting to nap and being handed a pillow?

“Brothers, quick look! I think I have made a new discovery!” Yue Feng exclaimed excitedly while pinching the red clay in his hand.

“Found the prey’s entrance?”

“What is it? A hole dug by mice?”

Everyone’s focus was on the small hole where Yue Feng almost fell, completely missing his lateral thinking.

Yue Feng shook his head, “It’s not important what the prey is, I want you to see this soil here, it’s red and somewhat similar to clay! Let’s dig some and try to make regular utensils like cups!”

“Whoa! It does look really red!”

“I’m studying geology, typically red soil indicates a high content of iron ions; this type is more suited for making pottery than ordinary black soil, which has high humus content affecting strength and structure!”

Yue Feng: “Then we won’t rush, let’s dig some red soil to take back and experiment. If it’s usable, we can bring a shovel later to dig more!”

As he spoke, Yue Feng was already in battle mode, putting a hood on Xiao Bai and settling it on a nearby rock, then squatting and furiously digging with his military knife, directly packing it into his backpack.

After a hectic while, they continued the journey, reaching the camp by one in the afternoon.

With equipment and gains removed, Xiao Bai was tied to the eagle perch, Yue Feng began researching the soil while munching on jerky.

Still using the same tactics, thoroughly pulverizing and picking out impurities, then mixing water into clay.

At the clay mixing stage, Yue Feng knew there was potential! Once moistened, this soil felt incredibly sticky; shaping a thin rough piece by hand didn’t compromise the structure!

After a busy while, Yue Feng furrowed his brows, since the soil could be used, solely hand shaping seemed quite tedious. To make aesthetically pleasing coarse pottery, a hand-operated spinning wheel would be necessary!

This wouldn’t defeat Yue Feng. After some simple investigation, he shouldered an axe and headed out.

After wandering in the woods, he found the thickest pine tree and chopped it down without hesitation, taking a coarse section back to the camp.

With the essential axe and military knife, detailing was only a matter of time. After half an afternoon, Yue Feng managed to craft a wooden spinning wheel!

A smooth stone base, a meticulously refined wooden wheel placed on it, the underside sharpened to reduce friction, lubricated with animal oil, and once forcibly turned from the edge, the wooden wheel spun leisurely.

Constantly fine-tuning the structural balance, he barely set up the workspace at last!

It was simple next, mixing clay for experimentation on the wooden wheel.

After gauging the water-to-clay ratio by feel, soon one clay piece after another was shaped by Yue Feng.

The earlier stacked rough water storage pottery could only be deemed elementary school level; the manual spinning wheel and clay pieces astounded the spectators.

This marked a monumental leap from primitive stages to the era of pottery!

With the basic setup done, obtaining suitable utensils was merely a matter of time, Yue Feng undertook continuous attempts under the camera besides breaks for meals.

Failures followed by retries, learning from experience, continuing attempts,

The more experience gained, the more realistic the hand-spun rough pieces appeared. As it grew completely dark at night, seven or eight fairly complete and practical clay shapes surrounded Yue Feng.

Shallow wide bowls, water cups, resembling about half the form of everyday pottery. Once dried and fired, if unbroken, they could serve meals or water, proving much handier than relying solely on a small field kettle.

Throughout the entire afternoon, Xiao Bai remained hooded on the perch, behaving quite docile after feeding, with the crop’s contents pressed down for further digestion.

Observing his day’s effort during and slightly after evening, Yue Feng felt deeply satisfied, washed his hands, donned rabbit fur cuffs, and continued working until over eleven at night before securely closing the door to rest!