Very soon.
With Jiucai Rong calling names one by one, it soon came time for the other blacksmiths to step forward and receive their rewards.
"This is yours."
"These are yours."
Jiucai Rong distributed the Magic Coins one by one.
Some blacksmiths had their hands swollen from toil, holding a few Magic Coins, and complained, "This money is too little."
Jiucai Rong felt offended hearing that, "How is it little? Don't say nonsense with eyes wide open. The second-hand brick recycling market is very tough. Sometimes check yourself if you've been moving bricks seriously."
"You guys earned ten Magic Coins in a day, that clearly shows your lack of effort. Did your hands dislocate from moving bricks, are they swollen? Did you have muscle breakdown?"
"Not a single life worked to death, do you still dare say you worked hard?"
The crowd realized it made sense and did not argue further.
Jiucai Rong did not offer a kind face, averaging about ten Magic Coins per person.
