Chapter 725

Bai Qingqing smiles and waves her hand. There are some soft firewood in it. If it can be broken, she doesn't want it.

"No, just pick it out."

Vincent couldn't, so he had to do it immediately at Bai Qingqing's request.

But he thought of a slightly more secure method, and found a fire stick, two together as chopsticks, clamped a mud bowl on the edge, and steadily and slowly clip out.

"Get out of the way." Vinson's clay bowl stopped at the mouth of the stove and said with a slanted eye.

Bai Qingqing immediately got up and retreated several steps away.

Vinson took the clay bowl out.

To the outside, the bowl is still red, snow with the cold wind blowing on the bowl, issued a subtle "Yi Yi" sound.

The color of the bowl quickly precipitates and darkens, from bright yellow to orange, then orange red, and finally to bright silver gray.

"Ah Bai Qingqing takes a breath and can turn an egg into her mouth.

Why is it so beautiful?

This This, this, this, this is not ceramic firing, right?!!

It looks as if it's covered with paint.

Is the temperature not falling down completely?

Bai Qingqing picked up a firewood, poked the bowl with the firewood, and immediately touched the firewood.

Cool!

Bai Qingqing grabs the snow again and sprinkles it on it, but the snow falling on it soon melts.

The color of the bowl did not change again, and it was always a beautiful silver gray.

Bai Qingqing couldn't believe it. She had just dreamt that she was very successful, but she only dreamed that the kind of crude pottery used to make soup felt like turning her head.

Who knows how the mud in the river is burning?

Vincent was even more surprised. He reached out and picked up the bowl.

"The texture is different." Vincent said.

Bai Qingqing is also curious about the baby to look up and touch it with her hand. The feeling is as smooth as glass.

All substances have melting points. In fact, in high temperature, the surface of the mud embryo is directly burned and melted, forming a layer of glaze like substance.

Bai Qingqing's mood is indescribable. She is just a high school student with ordinary IQ. She has made such a successful porcelain bowl once.

This luck Isn't that great?

Bai Qingqing thinks that the secret lies in the raw materials, that is, the special mud at the bottom of the water pit.

Bai Qingqing couldn't put it down, but soon, she found flaws on the porcelain bowl, and there were many defects.

On the surface of the porcelain bowl, there are dense traces of snowflakes cracking, which are gathered on one side and almost perfect on the other.

Bai Qingqing pondered for a moment, remembering that when he just came out of the kiln, there were snowflakes falling on the porcelain bowl, and he also made a "Yi Yi" sound.

It must have split at that time. It's a pity.

Fortunately, it's also very good-looking. It looks like a specially printed pattern.

There are also two squeezes on the bottom of the bowl. This is what Vincent did with a stick. At that time, the surface of the bowl was still melting point.

In Bai Qingqing's excitement, Vincent has a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Clay can burn into something harder. What about stones that are harder and stronger than soil?"

Vincent said suddenly, as if at random. Bai Qingqing was shocked and looked up at Vincent with her eyes wide open.

"What are you doing?"

It seems that I can't stop it - Vincent, this is the rhythm of steel making!

Vincent looked at Bai Qingqing strangely. How could Qingqing react so much?

"Can stones really be made into harder materials?"

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