A car accident, our family of three crossed

In the end, Mr. Jiang still didn't catch any fish, and he blamed the failure on Hang Shuheng.

As a junior, Hang Shuheng would just let the old man say a few words to him. He would just take it.

I comforted the old man and promised to personally accompany him to go fishing again tomorrow, and I was sure that we would catch some fish.

He persuaded the man to go back home with kind words and asked Song Ning to prepare some snacks. After a few drinks, he started talking about recruiting more people.

There will not be just one workshop. Once the business is on track, perhaps a workshop will be opened in every state capital. By then, more manpower will be needed.

Mr. Jiang had no objection to recruiting for the workshop, but he was worried that some people in the same industry would learn the skills or copy the styles under the guise of working in the workshop.

Hang Shuheng was not particularly worried about this.

He had considered this issue when he first started preparing to build the workshop, and at that time, he would just sign a confidentiality agreement with the workers.

Hang Shuheng explained the confidentiality agreement in detail to Mr. Jiang, who thought it was a good idea and feasible.

That night, Hang Shuheng wrote a plan for recruiting workers for the workshop.

The next day, he did not forget his promise and personally accompanied Mr. Jiang to the river to fish.

However, he was not the only one who went there. Besides him, there were also a few little tails following him.

"Hello, Grandpa Jiang!" Several children greeted Mr. Jiang in unison.

"Hey, why are you following here instead of going out to play?"

"Fishing!"

Several children each held a small fishing tackle and shook it in their hands. Their intentions were obvious.

Seeing this, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but glare at Hang Shuheng, "Can you still catch fish with these little guys?"

"Children are too lazy on weekdays. Fishing can hone their character and is good for them." Hang Shuheng smiled and explained the reason why he brought the children with him. Then he comforted Mr. Jiang, "Don't worry, I have a way to ensure that you can catch fish. Let's go now!"

In his previous life, Hang Shuheng's grandfather was an old fishing enthusiast. When he finally had a chance to rest, he would often be dragged out by his grandfather to go fishing, and they would sit there for the entire day.

Even though he was not a professional fisherman, he had gone out with his grandfather many times, and even if he just watched from the side, he could still figure out some tricks.

Old Jiang followed the group of adults and children to the river with half belief and half doubt. They found a wide and flat place, lined up in a row, and each of them put up a small stool and sat there, looking quite professional.

This small stool is a portable style designed by Hang Shuheng. It can be folded up when not being used and can be carried around. It is lightweight and very convenient to carry when going out.

When the finished product was first made, Mr. Jiang praised it highly. It was much more convenient than those square stools, and its appearance was also much better looking than traditional stools.

After the children set up their stools and sat down, Hang Shuheng began to set rules for them. Regardless of whether there was fish or not, they had to sit there within the specified time and their buttocks could not leave the stools an inch.

Anyone who fails to do so will be punished, but the nature of the punishment cannot be revealed to them in advance.

"I'll emphasize one last time, if anyone feels that they can't do it, they can quit now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Stone suddenly felt as if the small stool was burning his butt, and he bounced up and down.

"I won't come, I won't come, I'm quitting." Little Stone jumped away from the scene, his little head almost shaking like a rattle.

What a joke, asking him to sit there for an hour without moving, how could he possibly do it? Although he had no idea how long an hour was, he knew it would definitely not be a short time.

Hang Shuheng was not surprised by this. It would be strange if this kid could sit still. It was considered that this kid had some self-awareness.

"What about you three?" Hang Shuheng said to the other three children, "Little Shitou chose to quit. Let's just say he has self-knowledge. This is not a bad thing. People should know how to face up to their own strengths and abilities. It is not shameful if they cannot do something. But it is shameful to try to do something knowing that you cannot do it."

Little Stone felt as if he was being praised and started to smile.

The other three children pondered for a while. They all thought that they could do it, so they did not express their opinions, which meant that they would not quit.

Now that they had made up their minds, Hang Shuheng announced the start.

The three little ones immediately sat up straight, each staring at their fishing rod. The only requirement was that their butts should not leave the stools, not that they should stay still.

At the beginning, it was quite relaxing, the three of them could still make eye contact and whisper something, but as time went on, except for Yangyang, the thoughts of the other two began to wander.

He could no longer keep an eye on the fishing rod, and would take it out from time to time to look at it, then throw it back in.

I started to feel a little uncomfortable in my body, so I stretched my legs and twisted my neck.

Only Yangyang sat firmly on the fishing platform, staring at his fishing rod intently.

On the other side, Hang Shuheng and Mr. Jiang were a short distance away from the children. Before fishing, he threw something into the river.

Jiang Lao couldn't help but be curious, "Shuheng, what did you throw into the river?"

"Bun crumbs and some leftover rice." He threw another handful in, then explained, "If you want the fish to eat the bait, you have to lure it out first."

"Can these steamed bun crumbs and leftover rice attract fish?" So the reason why he couldn't catch any fish yesterday was not his fault at all, but because there were no fish in the place he chose yesterday?

"Maybe, let's try it first."

After Hang Shuheng made the nest, he started fishing. Seeing this, Mr. Jiang also followed suit with some doubts.

Next, all that’s left is to wait. When it comes to fishing, the biggest test is patience. Whoever can sit still will likely be the final winner.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was still no movement of the buoy floating on the surface of the river. Even Mr. Jiang couldn't help but doubt whether Hang Shuheng's method could really lure out the fish.

Waiting was a long torture. Jiang Lao was a little dizzy from staring, so he decided to be lazy and took out the pipe from his waist and took a few puffs.

Hang Shuheng looked at him with concern and said, "You are old now, so smoke less of this stuff, it hurts your lungs."

Mr. Jiang paused smoking his pipe, his heart was touched, but he said unconvincedly: "You are not very old, but you are quite nosy."

Finally, he finally knocked the tobacco out of his pipe.

Just at this moment when he was distracted, the buoy on the water surface sank, and Hang Shuheng shouted: "Old man, there is a fish."