"Don't look at me like that, I haven't reached the level where I'd be completely selfless and actually pay for the construction of the academy out of my own pocket. Maybe there's a great philanthropist," Fa Zheng glanced at the courtyard where the sounds of reading echoed.
Zhuge Liang gave Fa Zheng a look without speaking, but the expression on his face said it all. In this era, it wasn't unusual for kind-hearted souls to build porridge stands or repair bridges and roads, but the construction of an academy was improbable. One reason was that few could see that far ahead, and even if they did build one, it wouldn't be of much use beyond their own children and maybe a few playmates and study companions.
"Yeah, maybe some great Confucian scholar is just in a good mood," Fa Zheng argued forcefully.