Blacksmith Wage Novels & Stories

So Christine has just spent 5,000 gold coins to upgrade the blacksmith's shop to a workshop, preparing to produce a large number of cheap iron weapons to conquer the entire Brittany County market for weapons and agricultural tools. Christine doesn't care about the small profit she makes by exploiting the peasants. Developing trade and crafts is the way to make a profit. A ploughshare, a spearhead or a helmet may not seem like much, but if you sell enough of them, you can make a good profit. As long as the price is lower than what the nobles' own smiths charge, there will be no shortage of buyers. The lifespan of metal products is linked to their cost. Christian's ancestral sword, for example

I’d agreed at last. Alexander had given me a lesson on money after that. So basically, one gold was equal to twenty silver coins, and one silver coin was equal to ten copper coins. A loaf of bread from the baker cost three copper coins, and a kilogram of flour from the miller cost one copper coin. A meal at the inn cost roughly ten coppers or one silver, but that depended on what you were having. A newly made longbow cost one golden coin. A dress that was made of silk cost over fifteen silver coins. A new pair of boots my size cost eighteen silver coins. So, with the wages, I was to get for my labor, an average wolf in the pack could live comfortably for more than a week.

Everyone wants to work to earn more money, some even want to have a good relationship with Henry and Eric. Nathan also hired people to build his house, paying three hundred dongs but no lunch. He also wants to eat at Henry's house. Eric did not cook lunch but hired two women from the village to do it. Eric still has to pick all the tea from the mountain so he can't cook it, but the meat will be provided by Eric for their lunch. “Building a house is fifty taels of silver, and the rent is also about eighty taels. The money to buy bricks and other necessities is about one hundred and fifty taels of silver. Roughly five hundred taels of silver are fine, do you have any ideas?"

It doesn’t hurt to bring a weapon. “How much is a sword here?” Darrion wondered. “It’s around 1000 silvers for a common one in Aeronvein. Quite much. But that’s because Aeronvein is medicinal kingdom. We focus more on medicine than smithery, so it’s understandably expensive. I kinda remember Mika mentioning something about blacksmith, maybe I should ask her.”

"I'll take a few golds, you can keep the rest. Half gold to buy material for food and beverage, sent them into Storage. I'll go into the mountain, practice some skills. If I don't come back, take care of yourself." "Yes, Master." Her tears drop like a river, want some explanation but Xiao Wan already disappear. The corner Zon village doesn't have much entertainment, only a few small houses, and one Blacksmith. Enter the house Blacksmith, he found a young person still working some sword. Around twenty-five years old forging master, finishing the last steel become sharp. "This is for sale?" "Yes." "How much?" "One gold only." He sees Xiao Wan from the bottom of his feet, his clothes wear like

He didn’t seem to notice. “I got up before the sun and was at work well after it got dark. Then I had to walk home. I was lucky to get a single break after arriving at the shop. The master blacksmith training me, Henrik, was well sought after. Our shop flourished, but we had more work than he could keep up with. It also meant my work was never-ending.” “But you learned a lot, right?” Blake scoffed. “Well, you got big and strong.” She teased, squeezing his arm muscles.

He spent his days at a construction site on the South Side, hauling bags of cement and iron rebar under a sun that didn't care about his lineage. His muscles ached in a way they never had when they were reinforced by gold-and-sapphire magic. The sweat on his brow was salt and water, not liquid starlight. By the end of the first week, his hands were blistered and his back was a map of knots. He was earning twenty dollars an hour, a "Wage" that felt like a joke compared to the "Emotional Equity" he used to trade in. "Hey, Thorne! Move it or lose it!" a foreman shouted, his voice a gravelly rasp that held more authority than a Council Elder's.

asked a shop assistant politely. “I'm actually looking for small objects like this, are there any higher grade?” asked Xiao Long while pointing at a block of small objects. “Ah, sorry, that is the highest tier we have at the moment. If you want it, you can wait for a week or you can just go to the Blacksmith directly. But if you go to the Blacksmith, you will have to bring materials and also pay a Blacksmith a fairly high price. So I suggest waiting for our stock to be replenished” The shop assistant said with a smile.

From what he discovered, transactions were conducted using coins, with Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Platinum Coins being the standard denominations. One Bronze Coin was enough to buy a low-budget meal. Two or three would get you something nice, and five was bound to leave you with a full belly. At least, for the common folks. As a result, a person needed about Ten Bronze Coins to get by each day, This was, of course, not accounting for accommodation and other equally important factors. For most working adults, 100 Bronze Coins amounted to a Silver Coin, representing an average weekly wage in this world.

---------------------------------------------- Author's Notes: L: The salary used to be 15 thousand, but I think that's a bit too much for a barista?? So I changed it to 8000. J: I made it 3000, 8000 is still way too much, and 3000 was already for top tiered baristas. It's the kind of price that is higher than normal but still acceptable. (I searched G****e) NOTE: This number is based on where we live :) J: On a side note, Li Zheng is such a scum, so rude and impolite, it makes me wanna beat him up!