Galactic Garbage Station

Su Shi picked a pot from the Lingshi slag. In fact, most of the mud inside the **** is quite delicate. Only a few of them are mixed with stone sand. It seems that most of them are suitable for ceramics.

There are several major steps in making ceramics: practicing mud, drawing, printing, billet, drying, carving, glazing, kiln, painting, and now Su Shi is only trying the first and second steps.

The so-called practice of mud, generally from the mining area to take porcelain stone, first manually broken with a hammer to the size of the egg-shaped block, and then use the water shovel to make a powder, panning, remove impurities, precipitated into a brick-like mud Piece. Then mix the mud with water, remove the slag, rub it with your hands, or step on it with your feet, squeeze out the air in the mud, and make the water in the mud even.

Su Shi does not have to go to the porcelain stone so much trouble, directly use the Lingshi slag, pour the water, and then start to smash, as if the dough is the same, of course, the dough has not been smashed, so it can only be seen according to the TV. Gourd painting scoop.

"Mr. Su, what are you doing?" Li Guanglei and others who were sitting on the grass and smoking, looked at Su Shi strangely.

"Playing mud, have you not played?" Su Shi said, let everyone silent, who has grown up in the countryside has not played mud, but how old are you? Speaking of them, they feel that Su Shi is really a bit unfair, not going to work, and playing drums all day long. But people can not only make money, but also very talented. What else can you say?

"Do you want to make ceramics?" After reading it for a while, an especially burly big man asked, he was at the beginning of the building, and now he is helping to strengthen the first floor with titanium alloy plates, which is a relatively trustworthy person. Su Shi remembers that he called Guang Jia Hao.

"It was seen by you. Do you think this mud is suitable for ceramics?" Su Shi asked.

"On the surface. It is quite white and delicate, it seems okay, but some mud will burst when it burns. So before the kiln is burned, it is not certain. What is more suitable for ceramics is kaolin, what is this soil?" Asked.

"I am here... casually engaged in the soil." Su Shi said.

"If you want to play with your own drums, or go to buy kaolin, it is very cheap for you, the ceramics burned out by kaolin will be very white and delicate, perfect." Guangjia Hao laughed.

"I just do it casually, try this before you can make it." Su Shi said. He has heard of kaolin, a clay and clay rock dominated by kaolinite clay minerals, which are white and delicate, also known as dolomite.

In addition, kaolin is also known as Guanyin soil, especially in the old society and the difficult period of three years, when the poor are not in contact with the green or the famine, the soil for survival. The hungry people steamed into false scorpions with kaolin, which looked soft and white, much like real cockroaches. To feed the hunger. However, "Guanyin soil" can not be digested and absorbed by the human body, a small amount of food will not be fatal, but it will bloat. It is difficult to have a bowel movement. Because there is no nutrition and cannot be digested, most people who are famine will still die after eating. In the famine era, because of the bloating of kaolin, it was impossible to defecate, and there were countless people who died alive.

Lingshi mineral contrast kaolin, obviously not white enough and not delicate enough, even if it can be fired, I am afraid that the quality will be much worse. However, Su Shi does not care about the surface, and the inner is more important.

"You are too boring. I will help you." Guang Jia Hao saw Su Shi come to the wrong, careful to fear the dirty clothes. I saw it very pleasing to the eye, rolled up my sleeves and came over to help Su Su get up. He couldn't be more casual, the mud splashed on the clothes, and he didn't care. Of course, he had been working for a long time, and his clothes had been dirty.

Su Shi had to let it go. In fact, he was careful. In addition to fear of soiling clothes, the main thing was that he didn't want to waste Lingshi slag, but he couldn't refuse the good intentions of Guangjia Hao. Besides, he couldn't splash much. By him.

Guangjia Hao didn't know whether he had done ceramics or licked the dough, or he was almost the same as cement. In short, he was extremely efficient, and he soon smashed the Lingshi **** evenly and delicately, like a dough.

"Okay, but you don't have a brake, how to pull the billet?" Guangjia Hao asked, after practicing the mud, the second step is to pull the billet, that is, throw the mud dump in the center of the turntable of the brakes. The flexion and extension of the manipulative method draws a rough appearance of the blank.

"I said it casually." Su Shi said, and then under the stunned sight of Guang Jia Hao, Li Guanglei and others, Su Shi called Ada and Ah Er, let them drive the basin to turn, and Su Shi began to pull the billet. . Of course, the circle of the two big turns is not round, the speed is not uniform, and the Su Shi technique is also problematic, so the things that come out are naturally twisted and twisted, and finally a shape similar to a bowl is created. However, it can be seen that this Lingshi **** is suitable for drawing, and the shape of the ceramic is not a problem, mainly depending on whether there is any problem in the kiln.

"The rest is almost finished, start working." Li Guanglei looked at the watch, then annihilated the cigarette butt, stood up and said that he did not continue to see Su Shi, but there is not so much free time.

"Let's go." Guang Jia Hao also stood up.

"I have finished this cigarette." Several people have some restless time, and they are reluctant to stand up. The construction workers are sometimes so hard. It takes a lot of time to sit down and smoke. It is a good enjoyment. However, there are still families to raise, so they still have to go back to work after smoking.

"Hey, why doesn't my finger hurt any more?" Guangjia Hao, who was lifting a titanium alloy plate, was suddenly surprised.

"Don't you say that you have seen a doctor? Is it cured?" Li Guanglei said.

"The doctor said that this is rheumatoid arthritis. How can it be cured? The medicine that is prescribed is only a relief effect. It is also painful in the morning. Especially when moving things, how can it not hurt now?" Guangjia Hao put down Titanium alloy plate, kneading your fingers, and found that some parts are kneaded, there is still a little pain, but obviously much better. For Guang Jiahao, who wants to raise a family for his children to go to school, even if his fingers hurt even arthritis, he still has to work, as long as it is not too painful.

"Probably the effect of the drug is working, not hurting you, but not happy?" Li Guanglei laughed.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt to be a good thing, of course." Guangjia Hao just felt a little bit strange, but naturally it didn't really like the rehabilitation of his fingers. He smiled and replied, and didn't care too much.

Not far away, Su Shi, who heard this conversation, was a move in his heart. He thought that Guangjia Hao’s arthritis could not be for no reason. There must be a reason. He looked down at the soil in the basin and his eyes were slightly One bright, just Guangjia Hao smashed the mud, is this Lingshi slag, and the effect of treating arthritis? (To be continued.)