The Carpenter of Yin-Yang Town

“I had a lot of jobs when I was young. Later, I decided carpentry was pretty good.”

“Did it pay well?”

“Not really, just enough to eat. But compared to hard labor, carpenters don’t have to work under the sun.”

“Oh.”

“Then I met Old Zhang, Old Li, Old Wang, Old Song…”

“And then?”

Old people always went on and on, never getting to the point.

“Later, I started selling coffins. I never expected it to be so profitable. Take rotten logs from the river, sell them for one or two taels of silver, light some incense, find a monk at a ruined temple and a fortune-teller on the street, and you can sell them for three or four taels. And that’s not even counting the ones with a couple of pretty girls carved into them…”