Before leaving the United States, Mr.
Xue once gave me an antique red embroidered purse and told me that it was a treasure that could save lives at critical moments.
I didn’t pay attention to it at the time, thinking that you were still a fake when you left.
In the emperor's world, reform and opening up have been going on for several years now.
Even if there is any treasure, I'm afraid it won't be a big deal.
Unexpectedly, our trip was not successful, and we became famous first.
We were accused of smuggling cultural relics, and we were chased out by people, so that we were hiding all over the city of Nanjing.
At this moment, I took out the life-saving little purse, hoping for a miracle to happen.
We were squatting in the middle of the field, surrounded by darkness.
The fat man received a sap, and now he was complaining to me with a grin on his face: "I said, Lao Hu, please think of a way to make a strategic shift quickly.
Look at the brothers, how can we keep freezing like this?"
, sooner or later someone will die."
Shiry Yang was closer to me.
She lit the windproof lighter and asked me what my next plan was.
I took out the wallet that Mr.
Xue had given me, put it under the firelight, and asked them to see it.
Si Yan was fiddling with the map.
He took a look at his purse and asked, "What kind of shopkeeper is this?
Are you crazy?"
I said this is the treasure your father Xue stuffed when he left.
Now he is acting like a living horse. , let’s take it apart first to see if there are really any tricks hidden inside before we make a decision.
As I said that, I pulled away the red thread on both sides of my purse.
The fat man moved his body, trying to see clearly what treasure was hidden in his purse.
I lowered my head and saw that the inside of the small purse was completely dark, and a cool breeze blew past me.
I rubbed my eyes and turned the purse upside down, feeling in a trance.
Why, Mr.
Xue’s kit is empty?
"Impossible."
The fat man grabbed the purse and shook it from side to side.
"At least some of the life-saving money must be saved.
Alzheimer's disease cannot be this serious.
Hey, Old Hu, have you embezzled all the emergency rations?"
.
What a waste."
Mr.
Xue’s move was so shocking that my waistband almost fell off.
What kind of old man is this?
If you don’t have it, just say you don’t have it.
You don’t have to pretend to be serious.
You can learn from Zhuge Kongming and give him a tip before leaving.
His expression at the beginning was so fucking sincere.
It's good now, but the acting is terrible.
I picked up the colorfully embroidered purse and prepared to throw it into the field.
"Let me take a look later."
Shirey Yang said "Eh", took the purse embroidered with red flowers and green leaves from my hand and fiddled with it a few times, turned over the satin brocade bag, raised the lighter and took a photo of the purse's butt, like Is looking for something.
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When I saw Shiry Yang's entranced expression, I thought there was a clue.
It seemed that there was indeed a mystery hidden in this little thing.
"Old Hu, please tell me honestly, where did this thing come from?"
Shiry Yang's tone was quite excited, and her voice trembled slightly for a while.
I didn't understand why she was so angry about a small purse as big as a palm, and she hurriedly He swore to heaven and explained to her: "Consultant Yang , you know me well.
If I really came here, how could you find out?"
As soon as he said this, the fat man burst into laughter, and I hurriedly added, "Actually, what I mainly want to say is, we have to do everything.
Pay attention to one piece of evidence and avoid exaggerating conflicts among the people without permission.”
Shiry Yang seemed to have expected that I would excuse myself.
She pointed to the dense needlework on her butt and said, "Come and see what this is."
I leaned closer to the firelight and observed it carefully.
I didn't take this little purse seriously before, just treating it as an insignificant item.
Unexpectedly, Shiry Yang became very nervous when she saw it, as if Marx wanted to treat her to drink soybean juice, which made me have to re-examine this seemingly innocent purse.
This object is about three inches long and wide, weighing less than half a catty in the hand.
It is made of fine black brocade and is embroidered with hole-woven threads as fine as ox hair.
It is a rare folk handicraft.
But when it comes to how valuable it is, that’s not necessarily the case.
Good things are rare in ancient times.
I think it can last only a hundred or so years.
In the eyes of tomb robbers who are accustomed to moving mountains for gold, it is really not worth mentioning. .
As for the white ball of needlework that Shirey Yang asked us to distinguish carefully, it was no bigger than the space between the fingernails of a little finger.
I looked around and couldn't tell the reason.
Si Yan narrowed his eyes and almost put his nose on his purse, then raised his head and said, "It seems to have a white-headed crane embroidered on it."
Shiry Yang shook his head slightly and moved the lighter half a minute closer: "Look at how many there are."
I went up to count, and couldn't help but take a long breath.
In the seemingly tight space, there were actually five long-legged cranes with red tops and snow feathers.
These five cranes had different shapes and looked leisurely. , I don’t know what thread material the master of embroidery used, but these cranes actually give people the feeling of spreading their wings and ready to fly.
The fat man lay on the withered straw and groaned: "What white crane and black crane are, aren't they just birds?
Damn it, we have been discussing this for a long time, this thing is just a dick."
I'm wrong to say that.
Look at this piece of needlework, which is no bigger than a fingernail.
Five cranes with different movements are embroidered within a few millimeters.
This master's craftsmanship is evident.
This thing must have a great background.
I just don’t know how to solve our predicament with a dead thing.
Shiry Yang smiled and said: "Who said it is dead?"
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