Blacksmith Wage Novels & Stories

“So I don’t think you need to be scared of me.” “I’m not scared!” he squeaked. “I don’t have any money, so I can’t afford to buy anything yet. But when I do get some money, do you think I could buy stuff directly from you?” The question seemed to confuse him. “What do you mean?” “The stuff the blacksmith makes is good, but it’s expensive. You’re his assistant, right? I thought if I buy the weapons you make, it might be cheaper.” He lowered the knife and shook his head. “I do not have a hammer. You can’t forge iron without a hammer.”

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

Although he didn't say that he was dissatisfied, his grievance could be seen with the naked eye. Samuel could understand this. Everyone worked hard for some reasons. It was nothing more than money or fame. Even if they couldn't get it now, they still had to see and touch the future. However, as soon as they joined the army, they were used as blacksmiths, which was really chilling. "Everyone, I know that many of you look down on this industry. In your eyes, this is just a hard job, and you don't even have a way to promote it. But what I want to tell you is that you are wrong."

Yet one day, they would be her subjects. The blacksmith stood dutifully at the anvil, his massive frame silhouetted against fire. His ashen, both by colour and the ashes of the coal, made some sense as to why his hair was tied back. Revealing a face lined with soot and scars. His arms, corded with decades of labour, swung a huge hammer, as though it were weightless, in a rhythm that seemed to shake the very ground. Sparks leapt like dying stars around him, but he didn't once flinch. This forge, like all forges, was run by the Wingless.

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.

"It only knows the strike. It only knows the truth of the metal." He looked at the front row—a group of blacksmiths and silversmiths. "You know my father's name. Thomas Silas. You know the House of Aris has been selling you brittle steel and hollow gold for three years. I am the man who stayed in that 'dirt' to make sure the work remained true, even when my name was stolen."

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!

It is a sad past my wolf prefers not to think about. After searching through the local pack notice boards without finding any good chore, I decided to settle for a job that just pays a huge amount of silver. Working as a drink-pourer at the high tavern comes out on top—with a daily rate of 380 silver pieces plus a 2% coin commission on expensive wines, it is highly lucrative work for a rogue. Though my inner wolf is not fond of the loud, wild tavern scene, the thought of the silver coins makes my beast relent.