A poor man was walking around in the market place.
He came upon a man selling broiled lamb chops.
The smell of the meat roasting on fire was so delicious that the poor hungry man's mouth watered, unfortunately he couldn't afford to buy any.
He took out his loaf of bread from his back sack, held it to the smoke coming out of the roasting lamb chops and ate it. As he was about to leave, the vendor asked for money.
`But I didn't eat any of your meat!' the poor man protested.
`That doesn't matter,' said the greedy merchant, `you enjoyed the smoke coming out of them, so you have to pay.'
When the argument grew, the two had to ask Mullah Nasreddin, who was acting as the kadi of Aksehir at the time, to resolve their differences.
They told their stories. Mullah Nasreddin got the picture.
He dropped a few coins on his wood desk. The coins made clink-clank sounds.
`Did you hear the sound of the money?' he asked the meat seller.
`If you sell the smoke of the meat, then you get the sound of the money.' The Mullah retorted.
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