Chapter Two: Two at Level Eight Craftsmanship

Under the starlight, Qin Jun carefully examined the small creature below. Its fur was entirely golden, except for some black patches around its mouth; the fur on its neck and belly was uniformly golden.

Seeing it clearly, Qin Jun let out a sigh of relief. This was indeed a weasel, not a black-mouthed marten or any other animal.

A weasel caught in this season was definitely a top-grade specimen!

Qin Jun chuckled foolishly for a while before turning to pull out a wooden fork he had prepared earlier from a pile of firewood.

This was his first hunting stop, so naturally, the wooden fork was kept here.

He skewered the weasel with the fork, then bent down to pick up a fist-sized stone. Without aiming carefully, he threw it, and it struck the weasel’s head precisely.

With a soft “clink,” the weasel, which had been struggling nonstop, lay still.

Not wanting to damage the fur on its head, Qin Jun hadn’t struck with much force.

Yet even so, the trapped weasel collapsed immediately.

He prodded it and found the body had gone limp — it seemed dead, or at least unconscious.

Still, Qin Jun wasn’t careless.

He spread open a sack, covered the ice hole with it, then skewered the weasel’s neck with the fork and slid it up the ice hole.

This way, the weasel’s head stayed fixed against the hole’s wall; even if it feigned death, it couldn’t escape.

Only after successfully placing the weasel in the sack did Qin Jun finally relax. Now, it was truly secured!

Having a catch at the very first trap boosted Qin Jun’s confidence, and it made him even more hopeful about the current ecological environment.

It seemed that the greatest enemy of weasels nowadays was rat poison.

But weasels weren’t stupid — after suffering losses, they stopped eating dead rats.

In that case, wild weasels had practically no predators!

With many weasels and no experience with traps, they were naturally easy to catch.

So when Qin Jun reached the second cluster of traps, he was still rewarded.

“Fifty yuan again!” Qin Jun sighed with emotion — it was like finding money on the ground.

And fifty yuan at once was more than a third-level worker’s monthly wage!

Qin Jun remembered clearly: in the early 1980s, the wage for a first-level worker at Qilu Enterprises was 35.5 yuan.

Even a second-level worker earned only 41.5 yuan; third-level was 48 yuan, fourth-level 56.87 yuan.

In other words, a fourth-level worker’s monthly salary barely exceeded the value of one weasel’s pelt.

But how many fourth-level workers were there in factories then? And fifth-level?

A fifth-level worker earned 66.53 yuan, sixth-level 77.85 yuan, seventh-level 90.08 yuan, and eighth-level 112.5 yuan.

Eighth-level workers were extremely rare, earning salaries comparable to deputy county heads — akin to today’s master craftsmen.

Only factories in large cities had eighth-level workers; ordinary counties without enterprises barely had any.

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