"Who do you think can understand if you say that?" Tie Wandao asked.

"Then...I..." said the subordinate, "I'll say it again." Then, he described the place in another way.

Tie Wandao still felt that he hadn't explained it clearly and said, "I still didn't explain it clearly."

"Then..." said the subordinate, "Class leader, otherwise, I... will I draw it for you?"

"Okay, how long does it take to draw?" Tie Wandao asked.

"Soon," said the subordinate.

Tie Wandao gave him the things he used to draw, and said at the same time: "There are only a few small pieces of paper left. I have to go there to get the big paper. Is such a big paper enough for you to draw?"

When the subordinate saw that the paper was really not big, he wanted to say it might not be enough, but he didn't dare to say it, so he just said, "I'll try to draw it. May I ask the patriarch, where am I drawing it?"

"Just draw on that table." Tie Wandao said.

The subordinate went over and started drawing quickly.

However, the subordinate was not good at painting. When he showed the painting to Tie Wandao, Tie Wandao could not see at a glance where the painting was.

"Tell me, what are you doing?" Tie Wandao asked.

"Class leader, I'm in the trapped position." said the subordinate.

"How do you think of this painting?" Tie Wandao asked.

His subordinate pointed at the place where he drew a circle and said, "It's this place."

"You drew a circle on the paper and told me that this is the location of the sinking? What can I see?" Tie Wandao asked.

"No, patriarch, I have also drawn other things around this circle. Look, this is..." said the subordinate. Then he started talking to Tie Wandao bit by bit.

"The grass?" Tie Wandao said. He couldn't see where the grass he was painting was.

"Yes, there are indeed grass nearby." said the subordinate.

Not only did Tie Wandao not think of the grass where he was painting, but he also felt that he didn't look like grass. In order to prevent his subordinates from feeling unfamiliar with that place, Tie Wandao said: "These strange hairs you painted represent grass? Then I draw a circle and say it's your head okay?"

"Sorry, patriarch, I almost made a drawing." said the subordinate.

"It's almost meaningful?" said Tie Wandao, "How can you still be called "it's almost meaningful" if you draw it like this?"

"That... can't be called a "small thing, it should be said... very bad... very bad!" said the subordinate.

"When you painted for others to see, can others see what you were painting?" Tie Wandao asked.

"You can see it." said the subordinate.

"Really and false? Give me an example, who did you see what you drew?" Tie Wandao said.

"Line." said the subordinate, "that time I drew a curved line, which people could see at a glance."

"Nonsense!" Tie Wandao said, "Anyone can draw curved lines if he picks up the pen and closes his eyes. Even if I tie a pen to the dog's tail and let the pen touch the ground, the dog can draw curved lines on the ground as soon as he walks."
Chapter completed!