Chapter 39 Pomegranate

Once upon a time there was a man who planted many pomegranate trees in his orchard.For several autumns he served pomegranates on silver trays outside his house with a sign in his own handwriting: "Please take one. You're welcome." However, none of the people passing by took the fruit. The man thought about it, so in the autumn of a certain year, he stopped storing the pomegranates in the silver plate outside the house, but hung a signboard in large characters: "Here is the best pomegranate in the world, but the price is very high." More expensive than any other pomegranate."

Look, the men and women of the neighborhood are running to buy pomegranates. The Pomegranates There was once a man who had many pomegranate trees in his orchard. And for many an autumn he would put his pomegranates on silvery trays outside of his dwelling, and upon the trays he would place signs upon which he himself had written, "Take one for aught. You are welcome." But people passed by and no one took of the fruit. Then the man bethought him, and one autumn he placed no pomegranates on silvery trays outside of his dwelling, but he raised this sign in large lettering: "Here we have the best pomegranates in the land, but we sell them for more silver than any other pomegranates."

And now behold, all the men and women of the neighborhood came rushing to buy.