3 Câu Chuyện Nhân Quả Khiến Người Tham Lam Phải Thức Tỉnh | CHUYỆN LÀNG XƯA

[Music] That night, Thanh Khe village was shrouded in cold. The late winter wind swept through the dry bamboo groves, blowing against the old tiled roofs. The murmuring sounds were like someone whispering outside the door. In the house nestled at the foot of Mount Bach Van, an oil lamp still flickered dimly. Pham Truong An stepped very

quietly through the doorway into the main house. In his hand was a small cloth bundle containing five silver ingots, the last of the inheritance his brother had given him that afternoon. Trường An stopped in front of his brother's room. He stood there for a long time, his hand tightly clutching the silver ingot. If he just kept that money,

tomorrow morning he could leave Thanh Khe, rent a small plot of land, build a hut, and start a new life. But in the end, Chang'an still pushed the door open and went inside. The older brother, Pham Duc Sinh, was sleeping with his face turned to the wall. There was a small drawer on the wooden bedside table.

Trường An opened the drawer, gently placed five silver ingots inside, and closed it. Before leaving, he looked at his brother for a long time. In the dim light, Duc Sinh still had a face that closely resembled his father. Trường An said softly, "This house may no longer belong to me, but I don't want to let a few

coins ruin our future and make us look at each other like strangers." Having said that, he turned and walked out. No one [in the music] knew that Duc Sinh was still awake. The older brother lay motionless, his eyes open in the darkness. Every word from his younger brother fell on his chest, heavier than a stone. Why would someone who