Chapter 122: Hitting a Bottleneck
After finishing his noodles, Su Bai walked to the stone table and sat down, picking up an Animal Hide and starting to ponder the next steps of development.
He looked up at the chipped stone bowl on the nearby table, and an idea began to form in his mind. [Yeah. We should make porcelain, It’s about time to produce some. Eating from a large stone bowl every day, which becomes heavy and hot when filled with food, is hard. It is far from an ideal dining utensil. Moreover, crafting a stone bowl is quite challenging. It requires the right stone and it is generally a time-consuming process to carve the bowl out. Right now, the Tribe’s priority is the production of weapons like stone knives and spears. We can’t allocate too much resources into making dining utensils like stone bowls.]
Su Bai closed his black eyes and began to recall intensely. He remembered seeing a webpage about making pottery when he was on Earth.
“Shaman, what’s wrong?” Yu Ying asked worriedly, looking at Su Bai.
“It’s nothing, I’m just considering something. You don’t need to mind me for now. Go about your usual business,” Su Bai said, still with his eyes closed.
“Oh, alright.” Yu Ying lowered her head and continued sewing the linen clothes.
Recently, the Tribe’s linen production speed has been gradually increasing. After setting aside linen for trading with the Spotted Deer Tribe, the rest was all brought back to Su Bai’s Main Teepee for him to distribute.
Su Bai swirled the stone cup in his hand, pondering, [To make ceramics, we definitely need clay. Clay is a widely distributed, colloidal, lusterless, sticky soil. It is moldable when moist and hardens after baking. So, clay is the best raw material for making porcelain. To make ceramics, the most important thing we need to do now is to find clay.]
[Clay! Clay! Where to find clay is the difficult question…] Su Bai frowned, thinking. He recalled the environment around the Tribe, trying hard to think where this material might be found nearby. *Tsk!* After thinking for a while, Su Bai clicked his tongue and shook his head, then looked up and asked, “Xiao Yu, do you know if there’s any sticky soil near the Tribe?”