The Lin family's old mansion is quite large.
The surrounding courtyards almost all belong to the Lin family's properties.
As Lin Xinran wandered between the courtyards, she felt a surreal sensation as if she were in ancient times.
"Family Head, please this way,"
said the middle-aged woman respectfully to Lin Xinran.
Ahead lay an ancient schoolhouse.
Young men and women frequently came out of the schoolhouse.
Upon seeing the middle-aged woman, they would slightly bow and then respectfully take their leave.
Lin Xinran stepped inside, and the schoolhouse's decorations were still of an antique and elegant style.
"Family Head, this is your task for today."
On a mahogany desk, there lay a stack of thick books.
Lin Xinran's eyes widened: "So many books, can they be finished in one day?"
The middle-aged woman gave a faint smile: "Just read their essence."
"The Family Head has always done very well before."
