Even in its most primitive form, the finished brick kiln stood as tall as a half-beastman.
Teng Qian and Teng Kun built a simple ladder, which they could climb to add more firewood.
Teng Kun pulled out the dry grass that had been stuffed into the pit, then lit the fires at the top and bottom of the kiln, giving it a preliminary firing.
After lunch, the slaves carefully carried over the unfired bricks and tiles. They only brought a small batch for the test run.
Wu Yue was a little nervous, hoping the bricks and tiles would fire successfully.
If this kiln wasn't a success, they would have to build another one.
Nearby, Teng Qian and Teng Kun, who were about to start the firing, were also tense. They took a deep breath, walked up to the kiln, and lit it to begin the process.
The fire in the kiln roared to life again, its flickering light carrying the hopes of everyone present.
