Once upon a time, a poor man was digging out the ditch by the castle road. And I don’t know how it came about, but the king himself was taking a walk alone along the road, and he asked the poor man:
“Tell me, my dear man, how much do you get paid for a day of such hard work?”
“Your Majesty, the king! Well, for a day, I get three groats.”
The king wondered at this, and asked him how he could live on just three groats.