Galactic Garbage Station

Su Zheng picked a particularly delicate basin from the spiritual stone slag. In fact, most of the soil in the slag is quite delicate. Only a few pieces of stone sand are mixed together. Most of the surface seems quite suitable for ceramics.

There are several main steps to doing ceramics: practicing mud, pulling blanks, printing blanks, rough blanks, sun blanks, engraving, glazing, kiln, painting, and now Su Zheng is mainly just trying the first and second step.

The so-called practicing mud is typically made of ceramic stone from the mining area, crushed to the size of an egg with an artificial hammer, then powdered with water, washed, removed impurities, and precipitated into brick-like mud. Then mix the mud with water, remove the residue, rub it with your hands, or step on it, squeeze the air out of the mud and make the mud moisture even.

Su Zheng did not have to go to the porcelain stone so troublesome. He poured it directly into the water. Then he started rubbing it as if he were rubbing dough. Of course, the dough Su Zheng had not been rubbed before, so only according to what you can see on TV, Ehualu painted the lady.

“Mr. Sue, what are you doing?” Li Guanglei and others sitting on the grass smoking a break looked strangely at Su Xiao.

“Playing with the mud, haven't you?” Su Xin said, leaving people speechless for a while. Who grew up in the countryside and never played with mud, but how old are you? Speaking of which, they felt that Su Zheng was really a little out of business, didn't go to work, and played the drum at home all day long. However, he would not only make money but also be talented. What else can you say?

“You want to make ceramic?” After watching for a while, a particularly powerful man asked that he had been there since he first built the building. Now he is helping to strengthen the ground floor with titanium alloy plates. Su Zheng is a more trustworthy person. Su Zheng remembers his name as Guangjiahao.

“As you can see, do you think this mud is suitable for ceramics?” Su Qiang asked.

“On the surface, it's pretty white, it seems fine, but some of the mud bursts as soon as it burns, so before the kiln, I don't know, it's Kaolin that's more suitable for ceramics. What kind of soil are you?” Hiroshi asked.

“This is... random dirt.” Su Xin said.

“If you want to play with your own drums, go buy kaolin, it's cheap for you, kaolin burnt ceramic will be very white, fine and flawless.” Guangjiahao laughed.

“I'll just do whatever it takes. I'll see if I can do this first.” Su Xin said that he had heard of kaolin, a clay and clay rock dominated by kaolinite clay minerals, which were white and delicate, also known as cloudy soil.

In addition, kaolin, also known as guanyin soil, refers specifically to the soil eaten by the poor for their livelihood in the old society and during three difficult years, when the poor do not receive it or during the year of disaster. The hungry people steam kaolin into fake meat. They look soft and white. They resemble real meat meat to fill the hunger. However, "Guanyin soil” cannot be absorbed by human digestion, and eating a small amount will not be fatal, but it will swell abdominally, make it difficult to poop. Since it is not nutritious and cannot be digested, the vast majority of hungry people will still die after consumption. During the famine years, there were countless people who could not defecate because they ate kaolin bloated like drums.

Spirit stone minerals contrast with kaolin, obviously not white enough and not fine enough. Even if it can be burned out, I'm afraid the quality will look much worse, but Su Min doesn't care about the surface, which is more important inherently.

“You're too boring to rub, let me help you.” Guangjia Hao saw Su Zheng rubbing it wrong. He was cautiously afraid of getting his clothes dirty. He looked very uncomfortable. He rolled up his sleeve and walked over to help Su Zheng rub up the mud. He rubbed it much more casually, the mud splashed on his clothes, and he didn't care. Of course, he had been working for half a day and his clothes were already dirty.

Su Zheng had to step aside a little. In fact, he was careful. In addition to being afraid to get his clothes dirty, the main thing was that he didn't want to waste the spiritual stone slag. However, he didn't want to refuse Hiroshi's kindness. Besides, he didn't really have much to splash, so it was up to him.

Guangjiahao did not know whether he had made ceramic or rubbed dough, or rubbed mud was similar to cement. Anyway, he was extremely efficient and quickly scrubbed the spirit stone slag evenly and finely, like dough.

“Okay, but how can you pull a blank without a car?” Guangjiahao asked, after practicing the mud, the second step is to pull the blank, that is, throw the mud into the center of the turntable of the caravan, and pull the blank with the bending and closing of the hand to create an approximate appearance.

“Whatever I say.” Su Zheng said, then under the staring gaze of Guangjiaho, Le Guanglei and others, Su Zheng called Da and Er to let them drive the pelvis around, and Su Zheng began to pull the blank. Of course, Da Er's circle is not round, the speed is not even, and Su Zheng's technique is also problematic, so what was produced is naturally twisted and twisted, so it was not easy to get a bowl-like shape. However, it can be seen that this spiritual stone slag is suitable for slagging, and the ceramic shape is not a problem, mainly depending on whether the kiln is a problem.

“It's almost time to rest. Let's get to work.” Le Guanglei looked at the watch and then strangled the cigarette butt. He stood up and said that he did not continue watching Su Jiao, but he did not have so much free time.

“Let's go.” Hiroshi also stood up.

“I'm done with this cigarette.” A few people had a somewhat greedy break and couldn't help but get up. Construction workers were sometimes so hard pressed to sit down for a cigarette, which was good to enjoy. However, I still have a family to feed, so I have to go back to work after smoking.

“Hey, how come my fingers don't hurt at all?” Hiroka Hao, who was carrying a titanium alloy plate, suddenly surprised.

“Didn't you say you went to see a doctor, healed?” Li Guanglei said.

“The doctor says this is rheumatoid arthritis. Where is it so easy to cure? The medicine prescribed is only a relieving effect. How come it doesn't hurt at all in the morning, especially when moving things?” Guangjiahao put down the titanium plate, kneaded his fingers, found some areas kneaded, still a little painful, but obviously much better. For Guangjiahao, who wants to support his children to go to school, even if his fingers ache, even if he has arthritis, he still has to work, as long as it is not too painful.

“Probably the effect of the drug works, if it doesn't hurt, you're upset?” Li Guanglei smiled.

“Oh, not hurting is certainly a good thing.” Guangjiahao just felt a little strange that it didn't hurt suddenly. Naturally, he didn't really dislike the recovery of his fingers. He answered with a smile and didn't really care.

Su Zheng heard this conversation not far away, but it was a move in his heart. He thought that Guangjiahao's arthritis could not be done for no reason. There must be a reason. He looked down at the soil in the basin, his eyes slightly lit, and just now Guangjiahao rubbed the mud. Is this spiritual stone slag, and the effect of treating arthritis?