At the entrance of Xiaoshan Village, makeshift kilns were popping up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
The masons were as busy as hardworking little bees, up to their ears in work.
They mixed loess and water together, kneading it into mud blanks like dough, then carefully poured it into molds, left them out in the sun to dry into shape, and finally sent them into the kiln for firing.
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