One hundred nineteen, poisoned

Mu Wan patted her round, satisfied belly, "This rice cake is really delicious!"

"There are some more in the basket, take them back with you later," Luo Shu said with a smile. She wasn't particularly concerned about food.

"How could I do that? I'm both eating and taking, what if you start seeing me as a nuisance?" Mu Wan joked.

"Luo Shu! Luo Shu!" Just then, an urgent shout came from outside.

Luo Shu hurried outside, only to see Uncle Chen run in, sweating profusely, "Uncle, what's wrong? Don't worry, take your time and tell me."

"Your Aunt Chen is sick, and there are several others in the alley just like her. It seems they've caught the plague," Uncle Chen said anxiously. These past two days, his wife had been very weak, but he had not taken much notice since it's common for the elderly to fall ill. However, this morning, he discovered sores on his wife's body.