"I'll choose the stack of firewood," Fang Yue replied with a slight smile.
Hearing Fang Yue's answer, the Temple Priest immediately adopted a profound, mysterious expression. His voice took on a cryptic tone as he said,
"Benefactor, you have chosen incorrectly. You should have chosen the axe. With an axe in hand, wouldn't all the firewood in the forest be yours for the taking? Giving a man firewood is no substitute for giving him an axe."
"Your donation helps more people by giving them the 'axe' they need to earn a living, allowing them to chop even more firewood for themselves."
It was a simple parable, much like the one about the fish and the fishing rod from his past life.
But the effect was just as good. The moment the Temple Priest finished speaking, the surrounding crowd erupted in cries of approval.
