The sorting speed is getting faster as they become more skilled.
With the frantic shift work and hand cramps, two hundred people can sort thousands of items in an hour.
In the afternoon, one ring is sorted and delivered to various warehouses, then Ning Zheng throws a small mountain onto the plaza amidst the crowd's exclamations and heads to the iron forge.
As soon as he enters, a wave of heat hits him.
"Old manager, you're here." Daojiu quickly steps forward.
Ning Zheng surveys the room.
The blacksmiths seem listless, lacking any spirit.
Perhaps seeing the surprise in the old manager's eyes, Daojiu explains, "We were all called back to research black magic copper, but they really wanted to join the sorting work."
Ning Zheng is somewhat silent.
The sorting work is that popular?
Do they feel unjustly treated and uncomfortable?
Ning Zheng still finds it hard to understand this mindset.
