SFS Chapter 88 Successful Pottery Firing
Chapter 88 Successful Pottery Firing
The waiting time always seemed exceptionally long. Even though it was only two days, the orcs in the tribe were anxiously wondering whether the sacrifice would be successful in firing the pottery.
Tu Lin would make twenty or thirty trips to the pottery kiln every day, fearing that the male beastmen might carelessly extinguish the fire.
Even if we fail, it shouldn't be because the fire went out!
Tu Lindi walked to the pottery kiln countless times. This time, Xiong Fei was guarding the kiln. The big guy was holding a sweet potato in his hand, which he was eating without cooking it.
Seeing him turn around again, he said very frankly, "Uncle Tulin, you've come over here several times already. I'm watching you, the fire definitely won't go out."
Tu Lin rolled his eyes at the male orc, annoyed. All he knew was how to eat! He was just worried they weren't reliable!
Seeing that the fire in the pottery kiln was still burning very brightly, Tu Lin felt relieved and walked away again.
During the firing process, Lin Baiyan came to check on it several times. On the first night, he instructed the male beastmen not to keep the fire burning so fiercely, otherwise the pottery might explode.
After two days of firing, Lin Baiyan examined the kiln and found that he couldn't get it out at all. The outer wall of the kiln was so hot that it would blister if you touched it.
So it cooled down for another day and a half. That afternoon, Lin Baiyan tentatively touched the outer wall; it was no longer hot, and felt warm to the touch.
Lin Baiyan nodded in satisfaction. Tu Lin, who had been watching his movements closely, immediately asked, "How is it? Can you take it out now?"
"It should be fine," Lin Baiyan said thoughtfully, turning back around.
He turned around and saw a group of orcs surrounding him, their eyes fixed intently on the pottery kiln.
He was somewhat amused and exasperated, but seeing their eager anticipation, he didn't say anything more and instead used a wooden stick to knock open the top of the pottery kiln.
The moment the kiln was opened, a wave of heat rushed out, and Lin Baiyan unconsciously took a step back. After the heat subsided, he stepped forward. Inside the kiln were several pottery pieces of various shapes, as well as a few fragments.
"How did it go? How did it go? Did it succeed?" Tu Lin asked impatiently.
Then he saw Lin Baiyan use bamboo tongs to pick out a fragment.
Tu Lin's eyes flashed with intense frustration and disappointment. Sure enough, his expectations were too high. Pottery is a very precious thing. How could Bai Yan, an underage cub, make it so easily?
He looked away from the shards, and just as he was about to comfort Lin Baiyan, he saw him slowly and leisurely pick out a perfectly shaped ceramic bowl.
Rabbit Forest's eyes were immediately glued to the ceramic bowl, and its mouth slowly opened wide.
The surrounding beastmen weren't much better off; they all stared blankly at the earthenware bowl in the priest's hand.
Seeing Tu Lin's expression, Lin Baiyan was finally satisfied; he had just been teasing Tu Lin on purpose.
Lin Baiyan, who was having a great time being mischievous, took all the pottery out of the kiln one after another.
They brought out a total of five earthenware bowls, four earthenware jars, and five earthenware plates.
The fragments in the kiln were from ceramic bowls, which must have exploded during the firing process. The other broken ceramic jar broke after it was taken out of the kiln.
Lin Baiyan looked at the fragments and summarized his experience. The firing time of the pottery jar and the pottery bowl should be different. He can't just stuff them all in like that next time.
At this moment, Tu Lin couldn't care about anything else. With trembling hands, he picked up a pottery jar, then asked the orc next to him to pour water into it, and shook it himself.
It doesn't leak; it really is pottery.
Tu Lin really wanted to cry at this moment. His eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't believe that he would ever be able to touch pottery again in his life.
His previous tribe was the Snow Rabbit Tribe, which had a large population. Although the rabbit-shaped orcs were not very aggressive, they were better suited to teamwork, so they lived a fairly good life.
But they had never had pottery before. They had seen it at the market, and the palm-sized earthenware bowls they were making now could be exchanged for a large handful of salt, the kind you could hold in both hands!
Not to mention the large earthenware jar in his hand.
He held up the pottery jar and circled it in front of all the orcs, excitedly proclaiming, "Under the protection of the Beast God, our tribe has successfully fired pottery!"
Pottery can be traded for salt, salt for meat, meat for hides, bones, and plants…
It's no exaggeration to say that Tu Lin's mind is currently filled with piles of supplies, like mountains.
He was feeling quite elated, and he didn't know how to describe his current feelings.
If Tu Lin knew he was born in modern times, he would definitely know that this feeling is the joy of suddenly becoming rich!
The surrounding beastmen were also very excited when they saw the pottery in Rabbit Forest's hand.
Everyone puts their hands together, faces the pottery, silently prays for a while, and then starts dancing wildly—this is their way of celebrating.
Whenever something important happens, the beastmen will pray devoutly to the beast god and then dance to express their joy.
Lin Baiyan was quite satisfied with the pottery. Although it wasn't exquisite, it was still a success.
After completing this process, Tu Lin gave Lin Baiyan a wink.
OK, he understands. He needs to step in as the mascot.
Lin Baiyan straightened his animal skin clothing and walked in front of everyone. "The Beast God took pity on the Cangyan Tribe and bestowed upon us the method of making pottery. This is all so that we can live a better life in the future."
"How fortunate we, a group of wandering orcs, are to receive the mercy of the Beast God!"
Lin Baiyan crossed his arms in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and said devoutly, "Thank you for the blessing from the Beast God!"
The beastmen followed Lin Baiyan's actions, their hearts filled with reverence for the Beast God.
But they also know that their current life is inseparable from the efforts of Lin Baiyan and Lang Cang.
Salt, charcoal, pottery, and game were all obtained under the guidance of the chieftain and the priest.
At this moment, an invisible force slowly gathered from the bodies of the surrounding beastmen towards Lin Baiyan, and then entered the epiphyllum mark on his wrist.
A flash of silver light appeared on the mark, making it seem more solid.
Lin Baiyan only felt a slight burning sensation in his wrist, but since he had just been near the kiln, he thought it was just from the heat and didn't pay much attention to it.
Lang Cang stood behind Lin Baiyan, holding a ceramic bowl in his hand and playing with it from side to side. This ceramic bowl was more exquisite than the ones he had seen when he was a child, with a smooth surface and a crisp sound.
He stared at the figure before him, the darkness in his eyes growing ever stronger.