After the danger had passed I'd then have one of my tinsmiths melt that gold down and pour it into little molds, each shaped in the form of a cow.
Bet I could keep the gold itself in a strongbox under guard and pass off little bronze statues of that gold. That way I could buy what I want and keep all the gold anyway. And that thanks to the cows I so smartly pastured in so many villages all across the country.
Diversification of a portfolio frequently pays the highest dividends.
Chuckle. I think it’s getting late!