Hikayelerle İktisat Ve Zenginlik Dersleri

Once upon a time, there was a man living in the narrow and impoverished streets of Varanasi, by the banks of the Ganges River. His name was Rahul. Rahul lived with his wife and three children in a shabby mud-brick house.  Every day, to provide for his family, he would go down to the river and sift through the waters, hoping to find small particles of gold. Since the river had carried rich soils for centuries, he believed it might also carry gold. And he wasn’t wrong in his thinking. Though not every time, occasionally, a few specks of gold would wink at him from the bottom of his sieve, buried in the mud.  With great joy, he would wash them and place them in his pouch. Then, after thoroughly cleaning his tools, he would head home. Once he had saved enough, he would melt the gold and turn it into two separate sheets. His wife and children would watch from afar with great curiosity as he melted the gold and poured it into the mold. After cooling the sheets, he would polish them and hand