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Bansir frowned. "I earn so little. One-tenth is a few coppers."

Wealth is not what you earn. It is what you keep, what you grow, and what you protect.

One evening, a former childhood friend, Bansir the chariot builder, came to Arkad’s lavish home. Bansir’s clothes were threadbare, his hands calloused. "Arkad," Bansir said, "you and I played together as boys. We both worked hard. Yet you bathe in gold, while I struggle to buy a single donkey. Why?" najbogatiot covek vo vavilon

He then told Bansir a helpful truth—one he had learned from Algamish, the moneylender who first taught him.

Bansir returned to his humble workshop, but now with a small clay pot. Every time he was paid for a chariot, he dropped one of every ten coppers into that pot. He never spent that pot. After a year, he lent the savings to a rope-maker. After five years, he bought his own donkey—and then a second. Bansir frowned

Then Arkad shared the second law. "A man’s wealth is not in the coins he hoards, but in the gold that works for him . I took my saved coppers and lent them to the armor-maker to buy more tin. He paid me back with interest. I lent to the farmer for a new plow. His extra harvest paid me back. Make your gold your slave, so you may be free."

In the ancient, sun-baked city of Babylon, a man named Arkad was known by a single, shimmering title: —the richest man in all of Babylon. His gold funded the great irrigation canals; his silver adorned the Hanging Gardens. It is what you keep, what you grow, and what you protect

Bansir sat in silence. Then he whispered, "So the richest man in Babylon is not lucky. He is disciplined."