was brilliant but impatient. Every evening, he received his coins and thought, “I need to enjoy my life now.” He spent heavily on spiced meat, silk vests, and a room with a river view. He saved nothing. His motto was: “Carve hard today; worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.”

Amal asked, “How did a slow man like you survive while I, the faster worker, failed?”

Amal panicked. He had no pot, no tools (he’d sold them for food), and no skill beyond brute chisel work. He begged at the gates.

Basim, however, walked calmly to his buried pot. He had saved only 100 coins—not enough for luxury, but enough for a plan. He used (tools) to rent his chisels to younger masons. He used Jar 3 (knowledge) to calculate grain storage for the mayor. Within a month, he was earning more than before the flood.