Reiki Girl 3
"Look at this workshop, it says Yang's workshop, that is to say, the inscription master's surname is Yang. I know Master Yang, his inscription is seventh-level, and his apprentices are fifth-level and fourth-level."
"It's a good idea to have an apprentice like Master Yang, because he is only responsible for producing drawings, engraving and coloring inscriptions and seals, etc., and his own apprentice is responsible."
"Look over here-"
Aunt Qing took Feng Wu to the open air at the back, where there were half-enclosed compartments, and the compartments were not capped, just like a working area like a modern lattice.
Aunt Qing pointed at them and said, "Most of these inscription masters are at the fifth level. They are not willing to be apprentices, or if no teacher is willing to take them, they are here to take orders in their own name."
"However, according to their words... the work is very slow. Basically, it is not bad to be able to produce a few low-level inscription weapons a month."
Feng Wu: "This efficiency is too..."
Aunt Qing: "Their pay is not high, starting from 30 per thousand words."
Feng Wu: "Thirty thousand words... what?"
Aunt Qing: "Thousand characters and thirty spirit crystals."
Feng Wu: "That Lingyuan Crystal is still very profitable."
"It's so good to make money?" Aunt Qing was amused by Feng Wu, "their production rate is so low, it's not bad if they can barely earn enough food and clothing. But as long as they can be promoted step by step and engraved with higher-level inscriptions, That income has skyrocketed.”
Feng Dance: "Really?"
Feng Wu saw that the inscriptions on their rice grains were the same, and it was true that each inscription was extremely difficult to describe, and no mistakes were allowed.
Inscriptions and seal carvings are like this. If there is a little mistake, it will be overturned.
Aunt Qing told Feng Wu: "Remember that Master Yang just now? He can get a reward of 300 thousand words, but he has two apprentices, so he really doesn't have much left."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the person in charge of our Imperial College, Master Wang Zhiheng, he can get three thousand words per thousand words."
Feng Wu: "He is an eighth-level inscription master?"
Aunt Qing: "Yes, the eighth-level inscription master, the opposite Master Duanmu, the senior brother of Master Wang, he can take this number."
Aunt Qing said while giving Feng Wu a gesture.
Feng Wu hissed: "So high?"
Aunt Qing: "Isn't that right? Master Duanmu is really capable. He works fast and works well. Of course... that was before."
Feng Wu: "What about him now?"
"What is he now..." Aunt Qing was about to speak, when she came to Wang Zhiheng's workshop, Aunt Qing stopped talking and told Feng Wu: "In front of Master Wang, don't mention Master Duanmu, otherwise you will There are consequences."
Feng Dance nodded.
"But speaking of it, Master Wang has a brother in the Wuchao Barrier, named Yang Zhihu, have you seen it?" Aunt Qing said, "They have a very close relationship and have worshipped them. If you know Yang Zhihu, then Master Wang is right. You will naturally get a lot closer."
Feng Wu's eyes lit up: "Yang Zhihu? He is my teacher."
Aunt Qing looked at Feng Wu in surprise: "Really?"
Feng Wu: "Really, I went to campus."
Aunt Qing looked at Feng Wu up and down: "I didn't expect that your girl's cultivation level is not bad?"
Feng Wu pursed her lips and smiled.
Aunt Qing brought Feng Wu into Master Wang's workshop and directly introduced to Wang Zhiheng that Feng Wu was a student of Yang Zhihu.
Sure enough, Master Wang's eyes were much closer to Feng Wu.