"Such mighty stone lions."
The manor gate looked smaller from afar and larger up close. Standing proudly at over a height of one zhang, the bronze nails and red lacquer on the door exuded authority. It seemed like an open bloody mouth, ready to swallow people whole.
Li Xiaofan stood outside the gate, feeling an unshakable oppression. Thinking that his brother lived in such a place, his determination grew even stronger.
After hesitating for a moment, he gently knocked on the door.
"In this cold winter, I wonder which lord has arrived."
There was some muttering from inside, and soon the large door was opened.
It was opened by some head servants responsible for clearing the snow from the courtyard. When the snow melted, it would stick together, making it difficult to sweep. However, compared to other servant chores, it was much easier.
Only senior servants could snag such a task.
