In the small courtyard, all the apprentices fell silent. Li Yuan lowered his head, his face ashen.,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.。