Escape: She took out tens of millions of materials from the space

Chapter 467
Zhao Lan'er looked at the newly made mold and laughed excitedly; "Sister-in-law succeeded, we finally succeeded."

"Yes! We made two days, more than 60 molds, this is the most successful, these two days we finally did not waste time, except for this mold, we all know what soil to use to fire tiles."

"Yeah, it's best to use loess, with plant ash in it, and it's better to choose the wet and sticky soil by the waterfall."

Zhu Zhu laughed when she heard what Zhao Lan'er said. "That's a good summary. We can build the kiln in the afternoon."

"How? How big is the base?"

"Just build a small one, the same size as the washbasin round earth cake we made yesterday."

"Sister-in-law, why did you poke so many holes in the round cake?"

"This is the best way to burn tiles! Let's eat first."

An hour later, Zhu Zhu and the others set off with straw hats and tools.

The two came to the waterfall. Zhu Zhu chose a relatively flat area and dug a pit. He used the excavated soil to build a kiln around the pit. When building the pit, he put round earth cakes in. It can be said that it is based on the round shape. The size of the earthen cakes was equal to each other. It took them about a stick of incense to make the cakes before Zheng Juan came. With her help, the three of them moved much faster.

An hour later, Zhu Zhu washed her hands, looked at the simple cylindrical kiln that had been built, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's it!"

"Sister-in-law, what should I do next?" Zhao Lan'er became more and more satisfied with the kiln she built with her own hands.

"Gather firewood to make a fire, first dry the mud, and then make and burn tiles."

"Miss Zheng, shall we go pick up firewood?" Zhao Lan'er looked at Zheng Juan and asked beseechingly.

Zheng Juan glanced at Zhu Zhu, nodded to Zhao Lan'er, and the two of them walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Zhu's eyes flashed slightly as she looked at Zheng Juan's back. Except for the day when she told her that she was pregnant with her uncle's child, she was a little bit rude. She had been calm these two days, and she could even be said to be taking good care of her. This made her feel strange. Well, after thinking for a while and unable to figure out what Zheng Juan was thinking, she immediately shook her head and squatted on the ground to continue digging. After a while, Wu and Sun came over.

"The Han family wants you to dig mud for the past two days. What are you doing?"

Zhu Zhu glanced at the few people who were staring at the kiln curiously and laughed slightly; "My brothers and sisters and I are going to burn tiles to renovate the roof." "Burning tiles? Do you still burn tiles?"

"Ok!"

"Why do you use this for firing?" Mrs. Sun asked curiously, pointing to the still-dried cylindrical kiln.

"Yes, this is the one to use."

"Is it true? Could it be a joke? This thing looks like a chimney, can it burn out tiles?"

"If Sister Sun doesn't believe it, come and see it tomorrow and you'll find out."

"Are you going to burn tiles tomorrow?" Mrs. Wu narrowed her eyes slightly after hearing Zhu Zhu's words.

"Yes! We are going to burn the tiles tomorrow, and we must hurry up and burn the tiles while the weather is good now. When it snows and rains in winter, we won't be afraid that the roof will leak or fail."

Mrs. Wu looked at Zhu Zhu and Mrs. Sun who were swearing and looked at each other. They asked about burning tiles again before leaving.

Zhao Lan'er came back with the firewood in her arms and glanced into the distance; "Sister Wu and the others are here?"

"Well, let's take a look and go."

"But ask about burning tiles?"

"Yes, it's a good thing that they are willing to learn. With their help, we can burn tiles much faster, and we can also take this opportunity to mingle with the people in the valley." Zhu Zhu looked at Zhao Lan'er and said.

"Sister-in-law is right, I've heard from sister-in-law." Zhao Lan'er put down the firewood with a gentle smile.

Zhu Zhu lit firewood from the bottom of the kiln, and Zheng Juan came over holding a pile of firewood.

(End of this chapter)