32¢ and counting…

At the rate the Chinese were paid for rock walls around here 130 years ago, we’d have just approached the 32¢ level. Sixteen cents each, for four days’ work. That’s 4¢ a day each, enough to buy about half a cup of rice. If we gathered some sticks and rubbed two of them together, we could cook the rice in our sweat. Or we could ferment the rice in some spring water, which is abundant around here, and in a few weeks drink the elixir and get looped. Fortunately, we’re not slaves (at least in the classical sense) and can drive to town and buy beer which we did last week. Oh, and some rice, too. Funny how we’re developing a craving for that stuff…