After Annie gave Li Xiaoyao a golden cube measuring ten centimeters on each side, weighing about 32 kilograms, and boasting a purity of 99.999999...999999999 percent, it worked out to a little over thirty jin of gold by this era's standards, where one jin weighed about six hundred grams. From then on, she naturally became the fishing village inn's super VIP and its most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most welcome and honored guest.
Now she could eat whatever she wanted, get whatever she asked for, and stay as long as she liked. Around the clock, someone was ready to bring her tea and water at her beck and call, with guaranteed quality and satisfaction.
Anyway, Annie was quite happy with her stay these past few days.
She'd also noticed that after Auntie Li confiscated the gold and repeatedly claimed she'd save it to find Li Xiaoyao a few more wives, so he could carry on the Li family line, she stopped keeping an eye on him altogether.
Basically, he could do whatever he wanted.
Whether he slept until noon, spent all day walking dogs and fighting roosters, or did nothing but practice that wooden-sword technique of "defeating the sword with no sword," his aunt didn't care at all!
That was because Auntie Li now spent all day thinking up delicious things to cook, doing her best to pamper the little ancestor who'd somehow gotten stuck in their little fishing village and her inn: Annie, the foreign little girl from who-knew-where. As for everything else, she didn't care in the slightest, even when new guests showed up.
And so Annie settled into the inn, staying for several days.
At the inn, Annie was clearly at the top of the pecking order, followed by Auntie Li,