The eighth year of Hongwu reign of the Ming Dynasty.
The slag yield rate of Jingdezhen Royal Kiln is 90%.
The eunuch overseeing the work was holding a butcher's knife, and the kiln workers knelt down and begged the kiln god to show his spirit.
Su Jian walked into the workshop carrying a bucket of sodium sulfate.
"It's useful to pray to God, why do you need a chemistry teacher?"
The water from the first kiln is as smooth as jade and as smooth as condensed fat.
The old craftsman knelt down: This is the fire lit by the immortal, and the miracle comes to the world!
In the second kiln, the porcelain is like steel bones and cannot be broken by a knife.
Jin Yiwei was confused: Is this fucking porcelain? No problem using it as a shield!
The third kiln has a gorgeous kiln transformation and is colorful.
Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he slapped the table:
Let you burn a bowl for eating,
Did you fix the magic mirror for me?
Su Jian: Your Majesty, this is called optical refraction. Can we talk about some science?
