Liu then remembered that there were a few other places he hadn't delivered medicine to. "This really is a thankless task," he said, asking two government officials nearby to help carry the medicine bucket. "Let's deliver some to the prison as well. We can't afford to lose any of them. We're relying on them for this year's harvest..."
Once Liu left, the prison chief guarding the area started urging them again. "Don't just stand there, hurry up and get to work."
"Brother, we just drank the medicine. Shouldn't you let us rest a bit? It wouldn't be good if we fell ill!" Tian Er, having just been praised by Liu, was getting a bit carried away and blurted out the words without thinking.
"What wouldn't be good?" His whip struck the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. "Drinking the medicine means you won't die. Hurry up and get to work! Whoever slacks off had better watch out for the whip in my hand!"
