"Oh? Let's go take a look."

Liu Hong's expression shifted, and he immediately walked towards the school, with the others following closely behind.

Soon, they arrived at the school. The school was newly built, and all the windows were made of transparent glass, making the interior exceptionally bright.

Looking out the window, one could see about forty children, around six or seven years old, inside the school, intently reciting Confucius's Analects with a young scholar.

Neither the young scholars nor the children noticed the arrival of Liu Hong and his group.

The scholar led the children in reciting the phrase "A gentleman is not a vessel" repeatedly before stopping and glancing at the group of children.

"Zhang He, tell me, what does this sentence mean?"

"Yes, sir."

Zhang He, with his chubby and robust appearance, immediately stood up and began to ponder.

“Sir, I think this saying means that ‘vessel’ is a container, like the earthenware pot in my house, which can’t hold much. But ‘not a vessel’ means that you shouldn’t be like an earthenware pot, confining yourself to a magnanimous person.”

"Okay, very well said."

The young scholar was clearly very satisfied with Zhang He's answer.

Liu Hong, standing outside the window, nodded, looking at the little boy named Zhang He with a gleam in his eyes.

Then Liu Hong turned to Uncle Fu and asked, "Uncle Fu, are all these children from the local people?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, most of them are long-term laborers and tenants of the Marquis's household."

Liu Hong continued, "Well, how many schools like these are there, and how many children are able to learn to read?"

"There are only three rooms, and there are about 140 children."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hong frowned.

"If I remember correctly, there are now more than a thousand households and more than seven thousand people in Jieduting. There must be more than seven hundred children this age, right?"