"Look at this workshop, it says Yang's Workshop, which means that the inscription master's surname is Yang. I know Master Yang. He has a seventh-level inscription, and one of his apprentices is a fifth-level and a fourth-level apprentice."
"A person like Master Yang who has his own apprentices can do well, because he is only responsible for producing drawings, engraving and coloring inscriptions, and his own apprentices are responsible for it."
"Look here -"
Aunt Qing took Feng Wu to the open air at the back, where there were semi-enclosed cubicles with no ceilings, just like a modern cubicle-like work area.
Aunt Qing pointed at them and said: "Most of these inscription masters are at level five. They are not willing to be apprentices, or there are no teachers willing to take them, so they take orders here in their own name."
"But as for them...the production is very slow. Basically, they can produce a few low-level inscribed weapons in a month."
Feng Wu: "This efficiency is too..."
Aunt Qing: "Their pay is not high, starting at thirty for a thousand words."
Feng Wu: "Thirty words for a thousand words...what?"
Aunt Qing: "A Thousand Words and Thirty Spiritual Crystals."
Feng Wu: "The Ling Yuan Jing is quite profitable."
"It's easy to make money." Aunt Qing was amused by Feng Wu. "Their product rate is so low, it's good if they can barely earn a living. But as long as they can be promoted step by step and carve higher-level inscriptions,
That income has skyrocketed.”
Feng Wu: "Really?"
Feng Wu saw that the inscriptions on their rice grains were the same. It was indeed extremely difficult to carve each inscription, and no mistakes were allowed.
This is how inscriptions and seals are carved. If there is even the slightest mistake, you have to start over.
Aunt Qing told Feng Wu: "Remember Master Yang just now? He can get a reward of 300 thousand words, but he has two apprentices under him, so he doesn't really have much left over."
"Let's go, let's take you to see the person in charge of our Imperial College, Master Wang Zhiheng. He can get three thousand words from a thousand words."
Feng Wu: "He is an eighth-level inscription master?"
Aunt Qing: "Yes, the eighth-level inscription master, Master Duanmu opposite, Master Wang's senior brother, can get this number."
Aunt Qing said and gestured to Feng Wu.
Feng Wu hissed: "Is it so high?"
Aunt Qing: "Isn't that right? Master Duanmu is really capable. He works quickly and does his job well. Of course... that was before."
Feng Wu: "What about him now?"
"Is he now..." Aunt Qing was about to speak when she came to Wang Zhiheng's workshop. Aunt Qing immediately stopped talking and told Feng Wu: "In front of Master Wang, never mention Master Duanmu, otherwise it will
There are consequences."
Feng Wu nodded.
"But speaking of which, Master Wang has a brother in Wuchao Barrier named Yang Zhihu. Have you met him?" Aunt Qing said, "They have a very close relationship. They have worked together. If you know Yang Zhihu, then Master Wang is right."
You will naturally get closer to me."
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 go to school."
Aunt Qing looked Feng Wu up and down: "I didn't expect that your girl's cultivation is actually pretty good?"
Feng Wu pursed her lips and smiled.
Aunt Qing brought Feng Wu into Master Wang's workshop and introduced him directly to Wang Zhiheng. Feng Wu was Yang Zhihu's student.
Sure enough, Master Wang looked at Feng Wu with a much closer look.