Qian Yixiu saw the little squirrel vigorously biting her trouser leg and dragging it to the left, and a thought struck her—could it be that the little squirrel was trying to give her a treasure? She hurriedly followed it with glee.
They passed through Peach Grove, and arrived at the base of an ancient pine tree on the edge of the mountain. The little squirrel scrabbled at the roots for a moment, revealing a small hole. It dived into the hole and soon came back out, holding something that resembled a clamshell.
Qian Yixiu squatted down and saw that this clamshell was as transparent as crystal, about half the size of a palm. Inside, there was half a section of blue water and half a section of green grass, upon which sat a thumb-sized doll, happily waving at Qian Yixiu.
The doll, seeing Qian Yixiu's face draw close, stood up, climbed to the edge of the Crystal Clam, and made a face at her, startling Qian Yixiu so much that she plopped onto the ground.