The Mystery on the Great Wall of China

A Treasure Map 25
Grant folded his arms over his chest and
frowned. “No, I said it. How do we even know
the treasure belongs to this person? Or even
that the map does? In fact, these actually look
like my fortune cookies from Cong. Maybe
they were stolen from me. I say we look for
the treasure.”
“Well, that will be hard,” said Christina,
“since we can’t read the map.” She ran her
finger under one line of the curious writing as if
trying to read it.
Li and Cong giggled. “That’s not the right
way,” said Li. “Chinese is read from right to left.”
Cong looked at the map. “This is Pinyin,
a real simplified form of Chinese writing, like we
use in school.”
Christina stared at the pretty black symbols.
“It might as well be Greek to me.”
“So maybe this map is not so old?”
asked Grant.
“I don’t think so,” said Li.
“Good!” said Grant. “<strong>The</strong>n this is fresh
treasure, not some old stuff buried deep for
centuries. That should make it easier to find.”
“Oh, Grant,” said Christina. “You are such
an optimist.”