SACK OF GOLD

SACK OF GOLD
While Nasreddin Hoca was walking on the street, his neighbor came to him. A young man was passing by with a sack.
Nasreddin Hoca chatting with his neighbor
The neighbor said: ‘Sir, I wonder what’s in that sack?’
Nasreddin Hoca said: ‘What does it matter to me?’
His neighbor said to the roses: ‘Is it okay, sir? ‘This sack is going to your house,’ he said.
Nasreddin Hoca hurriedly said: ‘Then what do you think? he said to himself as he ran home
Nasreddin Hoca: ‘I told the lady to hide the gold; “He’s spreading it around,” he said.
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