The tree stick stood in the mud, its shadow casting straight onto the ground.
Bi Fang marked the shadow's position in the mud, his actions gentle and serious, like an old watchmaker in an alley, using tweezers to pick up small parts, assembling them piece by piece.
If it weren't for the previous statement, some might truly believe that Bi Fang was repairing a watch.
[Measuring out longitude and latitude, no way, no way, could someone really expect a stick to measure longitude and latitude?]
[A stick to measure longitude and latitude? Is Master Fang kidding?]
[Lying at home, I hurriedly checked my GPS and I was scared to death, thank goodness it's not me who's lost（）]
[Longitude and latitude can be measured directly? If that's possible, I, Fang Shijie, will do a handstand and get diarrhea on the spot, then eat it!]
[Don't try to swindle food and drinks, why not perform a lock-picking with a toothpick instead?]
