A tale about Crypto and Grandfather Markel
Once upon a time in the village of Penkovo, there lived a grandfather named Markel. He was a cunning old man, with a beard down to his navel, but when it came to technology — he was clueless. One day, he heard from his grandson that in the city, rubles were no longer in fashion, but some cryptocurrency.
— How is that? — asks grandfather. — Money, but not paper?
— Yeah, — replies the grandson. — They live on the internet, they harvest for themselves. Just need a farm.
In the morning, grandfather Markel crafted his 'farm': he attached a laptop to the tractor, turned on a refrigerator fan, and set it all up in the barn between the cow and the goat.
Sitting, waiting.
A week passed — no money, no cow: the goat got tangled in the wires, and the rooster pecked at the laptop.
— Oh, — says grandfather, — that stinky Mitka is selling cows, and I started my own online — and what?
But the grandfather did not give up. He went to the district center, entered the club 'Digital Future,' listened about blockchains, NFTs, and some smart contracts. He returned and began to tell his fellow villagers that he would now accept payment for eggs in bitcoins.
— Are you out of your mind? — exclaimed Baba Dusya. — Where am I supposed to get these bitcoins?
— Show me the QR code, — replies grandfather. — I'll scan it.
In short, within a month the whole village switched to crypto. Chicken for ether, milk for solana, and taxes were paid… however one negotiated.
But then spring came — the internet tower was blown away by the wind. And they started paying again with eggs and potatoes. And grandfather Markel just smirks:
— Do you see, good people, what kind of currency this is — you can't throw it in soup, nor can you throw it in the stove. But potatoes — they are always in demand.
So they live in Penkovo: during the day in the blockchain, at night — by the stove.
Moral:
Whatever you mine, come winter you still have to heat.
