That old geezer, Sun Fatty, was considered a half-decent master craftsman. He oversaw ten or so apprentices and managed the food and lodging for the over a hundred people working at the weapons forge. His temper was notoriously bad, and beating and scolding his apprentices was commonplace.,Then Sun Fatty weighed the spoon, muttering curses.,An apprentice, naturally holds the lowest status. Their pay is meager, and besides that, they are often beaten and scolded. To enjoy better treatment, one must at least become a helper, or even a master craftsman.。