Before leaving the United States, Xue Erye once gave me an antique embroidered red purse, and said that this thing is a treasure that can save lives at a critical moment, I didn't care at the time, thinking that when you were old, it was still the world of the puppet emperor, and now the reform and opening up have been several years, even if there is really any treasure, I am afraid that it will not become a big deal.

Unexpectedly, our trip was unsuccessful, and our fame was the first to rise, and we were charged with smuggling cultural relics, and we were chased to hide all over the city of Nanjing. At this moment, I found the little life-saving purse and hoped that a miracle would happen.

We squatted in the middle of the field, it was pitch black around us, and the fat man was beaten with a dull stick, and at this moment he grinned at me with his teeth bared: "I said Lao Hu, you hurry up and think of a way to make a strategic transfer, you look at the brothers, if you continue to freeze like this, sooner or later you will die-

Shirley Young, who was closer to me, lit a windproof lighter and asked me what I was going to do next. I took out the purse given by Second Master Xue, put it under the firelight, and asked them to see it.

Four-eyed, who was fiddling with the map on the side, glanced at his purse and asked, "What is this?" Shopkeeper, are you crazy? - I said that this is the treasure that your father Xue stuffed when he was leaving, and now the dead horse is a live horse doctor, let's open it first to see if there is really any trick hidden in it before making a decision. As I spoke, I pulled open the red threads on both sides of my purse.

The fat man shifted his body to see what treasure was hidden in his purse. I lowered my head, only to see the small purse, pitch black, a cool breeze swept in front of me, I rubbed my eyes, and turned the mouth of the purse downward, in a trance.

Why, Second Master Xue's bag is empty! -

Impossible! -The fat man snatched the purse and shook it from side to side, - At least you have to keep some life-saving silver, Alzheimer's can't be strict to this point, hey, Lao Hu, have you embezzled all the emergency rations. I**, what an empty bag-

Xue Erye's move made people fall through their glasses, and my trouser belt was about to fall off. What kind of old man is this, if you don't have it, just say no, don't pretend to be deep, scholar Zhuge Kongming gave a trick before leaving, and his expression was fucking sincere. It's good now, let's mess up. I picked up the purse with all the bells and whistles on my face and was about to throw it into the ridge of the field-

Wait a minute! Let me take another look-

Shirley Yang-huh-, took the purse tray embroidered with red flowers and green leaves from my hand and fiddled with it a few times, turned the satin bag over, and raised the lighter to the butt of the purse, as if looking for something. I looked at Shirley Yang's expression, and said that there was a door, it seems that there is indeed a mystery hidden in this little thing-

Lao Hu, you tell me honestly, where did this thing come from,-Shirley Yang's tone was quite excited, her voice trembled slightly up and down for a while, I didn't understand why she was angry with a small purse the size of a palm, and hurriedly swore to her and explained: "Staff Officer Yang, you know me, if it is really me, how can you find out?" -As soon as these words came out, the fat man chuckled, and I hurriedly added, -Actually, I mainly want to say that we must pay attention to one evidence in everything, and we must not privately expand the contradictions among the people-

Shirley Yang seemed to have expected me to excuse herself, she pointed to the dense needlework on the butt of the purse and said, "You all come and see, what is this-

I leaned in at the firelight and looked closely. I didn't take this little purse to heart before, just as an inconsequential little object. Unexpectedly, Shirley Yang was immediately nervous when he saw it, as if Marx was going to invite her to drink bean juice, which forced me to take a fresh look at this seemingly simple purse.

This thing, the length and width are about three inches, less than half a catty in the hand, the best black brocade as the bottom, with the hole weaving thread embroidery diagram that is as fine as cow hair, it is a rare folk handicraft. But if you want to say how expensive it is, it's not necessarily true, good things are rare in ancient times, I think it has been enough for more than 100 years, in the eyes of tomb robbers who are accustomed to touching gold and moving mountains, it is really not worth mentioning. As for the white needlework that Shirley Young told us to distinguish carefully, it was no bigger than the nail cover of a little finger, and I couldn't tell why it was when I looked left and right.

Four-eyed squinted, almost put his nose on his purse, then looked up and said, "It looks like there's a bald crane embroidered on it-

Shirley Yang shook his head slightly, and moved the lighter closer for half a minute: "Look at it again, how many -

I put it up and counted it, and couldn't help but take a long breath, just between the seemingly tight square inches, there were actually five long-legged cranes with red-topped snow feathers, these five cranes, different shapes, leisurely expressions, I don't know what kind of thread material the embroidery master uses, these cranes actually give people a feeling of spreading their wings.

The fat man lay on the dry straw and groaned: "What a white crane and a black crane, isn't it just a bird?" Damn, I've been discussing this thing for a long time! -

I said this is wrong, you see this piece of needle embroidery is dead but the size of a fingernail, embroidered in the millimeter of five cranes with very different gods, this master's craftsmanship can be seen, this thing must have a great origin, but I don't know how to solve the dilemma of several of us with a dead thing.

Shirley Young laughed, "Who said it was dead?" -