One day Nasreddin Hodja was walking about the market when suddenly he saw a thick, red-faced tavern-keeper who was grabbing a beggar by the collar trying to make him pay.
"What is all this rumpus about?" Nasreddin asked.
"This rapscallion has just come into my tavern, taken out a cake and kept it over the fire-pan for a long time until the cake was impregnated with the smell of shashlyk and became twice as tasty. Then he gobbled it up and now he refuses to pay!" cried the tavern-keeper.

"Is it true?" Nasreddin asked the beggar strictly. The beggar was dumb with fear and only nodded in response.
"It is bad, it is very bad to use gratis one's property!"
"Do you hear, scarecrow, what this honest man is saying?" the tavern-keeper was pleased.
"Do you have money?" Nasreddin asked the beggar. The poor man took silently the last coins out of his pocket. The tavern-keeper made a long arm for the money.
"Wait a moment," Nasreddin stopped him. "Give your ear first!"

And he jingled the coins into his ear for a long time. Then he gave the money back to the beggar and said,
"Don't worry, poor man, you may go!"
"How so?" cried the tavern-keeper, "He hasn't paid me!"
"He's paid fully, you are quits now," said Nasreddin Hodja. "He smelt your shashlyk and you heard the jingle of his coins".

Nasreddin Hodja coordinated the action of the beggars with that of the tavern-keeper: it is quite enough to pay the jingle of coins for the smell of shashlyk.