"Shida, these days, you've neglected your wife and children at home for the sake of public affairs, which is truly inexcusable.
You see, you've become so thin; if you ruin your health, how will you serve the common people?"
Zhou Ping'an approached and looked at Li Shida, the "Iron-faced Scholar," with a trace of pity flashing in his eyes, mixed with a hint of helplessness, and advised, "The matters of Qingyang City cannot be settled overnight. In the future, as the population under your governance increases, we will still need to trouble you, but you must not overwork yourself."
"Your subordinate understands."
Li Shida's eyes were filled with gratitude. "Being able to do something tangible for the general and the people, Shida feels like I have boundless energy. As for my wife and children at home, with the general's care, they will not suffer from hunger, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping'an was momentarily speechless.