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.
He then told Bansir a helpful truth—one he had learned from Algamish, the moneylender who first taught him. najbogatiot covek vo vavilon
Bansir shook his head. "But I tried once. I gave my savings to a jewel merchant to buy rare stones from Phoenicia. The ship sank. I lost everything." Bansir returned to his humble workshop, but now