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Ivan showed up at Stoyan's gate, grinning like a fox. He even brought his own tool—a sharp, ancient adze (a tesla ) passed down from his grandfather.

"You worked so hard, Ivan, that you snapped the head off your old tool," Stoyan said calmly. "The metal blade fell into the deep well while you were swinging it—it's gone forever. But since you’re such a 'smart' neighbor, I saved the only thing left for you."

Stoyan walked out of his shed holding a small, weathered object. He handed it to Ivan with a straight face. na_teslata_drzkata

"Stoyan is old and forgets things," Ivan whispered to his cat. "I’ll offer to help him prune his trees for free. While I’m up there, I’ll pocket the best fruit, and he’ll be so grateful he might even give me a bottle of the finished product."

Ivan worked like a demon. He climbed, he chopped, and he pruned. He was so focused on the "reward" that he didn't notice Stoyan was quietly moving his actual plum harvest into a locked cellar. Ivan kept thinking about the gallons of free brandy he’d soon be drinking. Ivan showed up at Stoyan's gate, grinning like a fox

In the small village of Gorno Nanadolnishte, lived a man named Bay Ivan. Ivan was known for two things: his incredible thriftiness and his belief that he was the smartest man in the valley.

One autumn, the village was buzzing. The harvest was rich, and everyone was preparing their private stashes of rakia (plum brandy). Ivan, however, didn't want to spend money on plums. He had a "brilliant" plan to outsmart his neighbor, Stoyan, who had the finest orchard in the region. "The metal blade fell into the deep well

Stoyan, who was far sharper than Ivan realized, took one look at Ivan’s greedy eyes and smiled. "Of course, Ivan. Start with the big trees at the back. Work hard, and there will be a great reward at the end of the day."