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What came into view was a small courtyard. Six or seven young men, about his age, dressed in hemp clothes and fifteen or sixteen years old, were busy at work.,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.,As if a bolt of lightning had cleaved through the fog, Li Yuan shuddered violently, nearly spilling half his bowl of rice soup onto the floor!。