Câu Chuyện Nhân Quả: Đừng Vội Trách Người Khi Chưa Nhìn Lại Mình | CHUYỆN LÀNG XƯA

[Music] In Qinglin Town, there is a small road that runs along the riverbank. At the end of the road is the Dong Moc market. Cloth sellers, weavers, shoemakers, and knife dealers crowded together under low eaves. In a rented house barely big enough to fit two beds and a sewing table lived a mother and daughter named Luc Van

Nuong. Her husband died when their son was only six years old. From then on, Vân Nương raised her child alone . During the day, she mends clothes, and at night, she sews cloth bags and handkerchiefs for shops in the market. Her son's name is Luc Minh Thanh. That year, Thanh had just turned 11

years old. He's intelligent, quick-witted, and has a photographic memory. Listening to adults talk for a few sentences, you can understand what they [the music] are trying to calculate. Van Nuong often looked at her son and told herself that if she just endured hardship for a few more years, when her son learned to read and write and had a trade, the lives of the two of them

[musicians] would be different. Therefore, she saved every penny; she could mend her torn clothes, she could eat a little less at each meal, but she wouldn't begrudge her children's paper and pens . What Vân Nương didn't expect was that the more quick-witted a child is [in music], the easier it is for them to learn both good and

bad things. The alley where the mother and daughter lived was right next to the market. Early in the morning, there are the sounds of people calling out to each other about deliveries, and by noon, there are the sounds of [music] and bargaining. As evening fell, the hired workers would gather in small groups to tell stories.