A villager rushed into the village chief's house and shouted to the village chief's wife, "Something's wrong! The village chief ate something, and they're all foaming at the mouth, it looks like they're not going to make it!"
"What!"
The village chief's wife immediately ran out, clearly remembering that she only put the medicine into Erzhu's bowl. How could her husband also be poisoned? It was impossible.
When she arrived at the scene, sure enough, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, clearly not going to make it.
The village chief's wife quickly ran to Erzhu's side and asked, "Tell me, what the hell happened? Talk to me!"
Erzhu clutched his stomach, still somewhat lucid, speaking faintly.
"I don't know either, there must be something wrong with the food. I felt the dish was a bit bland, so I poured my bowl back into the pot, added some salt, and stirred it. I didn't expect there to be a problem. Could the salt I added be the issue?"
