Sue
From the Spirit Soil slag, he picked a particularly delicate pot. In fact, most of the soil in the slag was quite delicate, only a few were mixed with stones and sand. On the surface, it seemed that most of it was suitable for making ceramics.
There were several main steps in making ceramics: mud, casting, printing, drying, engraving, glazing, kiln firing, and color painting. Now Sue
He mainly wanted to try out the first and second steps.
The so-called mud refining, generally, was to take porcelain stones from the mining area. First, manually use an iron hammer to break them into egg-sized chunks, then use a water shovel to beat them into a powder shape, wash them, remove impurities, and settle them into brick-like mud blocks.
Then, he mixed the mud with water, removed the residue, rubbed it with his hands or stepped on it with his feet, squeezing out the air in the mud and making the water in the mud even.
Sue
Don't go to the trouble of picking porcelain stones, directly use spirit soil slag, pour water, and then start to knead, just like kneading dough, of course, dough Sue.
He had never rubbed it before, so he could only follow what he saw on TV.
"Mr. Su, what are you doing?" Li Guanglei and the others, who were sitting on the grass and smoking, looked at Sue strangely.
"Playing with mud? You guys haven't played it before?" Sue asked.
As he spoke, everyone was speechless. Who had grown up in the countryside had never played with mud? But how old were you?
Speaking of which, they felt that Sue.
He didn't go to work and spent all day messing around at home. However, not only did he know how to make money, he was also very talented. What else could you say about him?
"You want to make ceramics?"
After watching for a while, a particularly burly man asked. He had been there since the beginning of the building construction, and now he was helping to reinforce the first floor with titanium alloy plates. It was Sue.
Someone I can trust, Sue.
I remember his name is Guang Jiahao.
"You saw through it. Do you think this mud is suitable for making ceramics?" Sue asked.
He asked.
"On the surface, it looks quite white and delicate. It seems to be okay, but some of the mud will burst when it is burned.
I'm not sure. Kaolin is more suitable for ceramics. What kind of soil is this? "Guang Jiahao asked.
"I … casually made it," Sue said.
He said.
"If you want to play with it yourself, you should buy some kaolin.
It's very cheap for you. The ceramics made of kaolin clay will be very white, delicate and flawless. "Guang Jiahao laughed.
"I'm just doing it casually. Let's see if it works." Sue said.
He said.
He had heard of kaolin before. It was a kind of clay and claystone mainly composed of kaolin clay minerals. Because it was white and fine, it was also called dolomite.
In addition, kaolin clay was also known as Guanyin clay. It was especially used in the old society and during the Three Years of Hardship, when the poor were short of money or during famine years, in order to survive.
The starving people steamed fake steamed buns with kaolin clay. They looked soft and white, just like real steamed buns.
To appease their hunger.
However, the Guanyin Clay could not be digested and absorbed by the human body. Eating a small amount would not be fatal, but it would cause abdominal distension and make it difficult to defecate. Because it was not nutritious and could not be digested, most starving people would die after eating it.
During the famine, countless people died of suffocation due to eating kaolin clay and being unable to defecate.
Compared with kaolin clay, the spirit stone mineral is obviously not white enough and not delicate enough.
Even if it can be fired, I'm afraid the quality will be much worse. But Sue doesn't care about the surface.
The inside is more important.
"You're rubbing it too hard.
Let me help you. "Guang Jiahao saw Sue.
Rubbing back and forth, he was careful not to dirty his clothes. He rolled up his sleeves and came over to help Sue.
He rubbed the mud.
He rubbed it much more casually, and the mud splashed on his clothes.
He didn't care. Of course, he had been working for a long time, and his clothes were already dirty.
Sue
He had to step aside. In fact, he was careful. In addition to being afraid of getting his clothes dirty, the main thing was that he didn't want to waste Spirit Soil slag. However, it was not good to refuse Guang Jiahao's kindness. Besides, he couldn't splash much, so he let him.
Guang Jiahao didn't know whether he had made ceramics or rubbed dough, or rubbed mud like cement. In short, he was extremely efficient, and soon rubbed the Spirit Soil slag evenly and delicately, like dough.
"Okay, but you don't have a windmill. How do you pull the blank?"
Guang Jiahao asked. After practicing the mud, the second step is to pull the blank, that is, throw the mud on the center of the turntable of the windmill, and pull out the rough shape of the blank with the flexion and extension of the hand.
"I said just do it casually." Sue
Said, and then under the stunned eyes of Guang Jiahao, Li Guanglei, and others, Sue
Called A 'Da and A' Er and asked them to turn the basin. Sue
Began to draw the blank.
Of course, A 'Da and A' Er's circle is not round and the speed is not uniform. Sue
There are also problems with the technique, so the things made are naturally crooked, and it is not easy to make a bowl-like shape.
However, it can be seen that this Spirit Soil slag is suitable for drawing blank. It is not a problem to make it into a ceramic shape. It mainly depends on whether there is a problem with the kiln.
"It's almost time to rest. Let's start working."
Li Guanglei looked at his watch, then put out the cigarette butt, stood up and said, he did not continue to look at Sue.
There won't be so much free time.
"Let's go." Guang Jiahao also stood up.
"I'm going to finish this cigarette."
Several people are greedy for the little rest time and reluctant to stand up. Sometimes the construction workers are so bitter. It's a good enjoyment to squeeze out some time to sit down and smoke a cigarette.
However, there is still a family to support, so I have to go back to work after smoking.
"Hey, how come my fingers don't hurt at all?" Guang Jiahao, who was lifting a titanium alloy plate, suddenly said in surprise.
"Didn't you say you went to see a doctor? Is it cured?" Li Guanglei said.
"The doctor said that this is rheumatoid arthritis. How can it be so easy to cure? The medicine prescribed can only relieve it. It still hurts in the morning, especially when moving things. How come it doesn't hurt at all now?"
Guang Jiahao put down the titanium alloy plate and kneaded his fingers. He found that some parts were still a little painful when kneaded, but it was obviously much better.
For Guang Jiahao, who has to support his family and provide for his children to go to school, even if his fingers hurt, even if he has arthritis, he still has to work, as long as the pain is not too severe.
"Maybe it's the effect of the medicine. You're not happy when it doesn't hurt?" Li Guanglei laughed.
"Oh, of course, it's a good thing that it doesn't hurt."
Guang Jiahao just felt a little strange that it suddenly didn't hurt. Naturally, he didn't really dislike finger rehabilitation. He smiled and replied, and then didn't care too much.