Chapter 1527: Calendar (End)

"Has Baifeng not slept for the whole night?"

Xuanyuan was still very surprised; he had not expected Baifeng to be so driven. He leaned in a little closer to take a look and discovered that inside, it was still the same as before, with people arguing loudly, completely disregarding their respective statuses; even the officials of Huaxia dared to argue loudly with Baifeng.

Baifeng held a piece of cold mutton in his hand, gnawing on it while gesturing and pointing. If one did not know of Baifeng's capabilities, one would truly feel that he was just looking for trouble, acting bossy and overbearing.

Xuanyuan strictly followed the rules and did not go in; he only said to the guard, "Alright, go and rest, let someone else come to take your place."

"Ah, good, thank you, Tribal Chief, then I am leaving."

The Soldier who had stood for the whole night had his waist collapse in an instant. He felt he could lie down right there on the spot and fall asleep, but he still forced himself to go back and call someone, and then sleep. He did not know how those people were able to work continuously for so long, how they managed to persist?

Time passed second by second. For Xuanyuan, who was anxious to go to the battlefield but had stayed behind for the sake of the Agricultural Calendar, this was a very agonizing matter. He did not know when he would be able to get a result, but he himself could not participate in it; it was too agonizing.

Just in the afternoon, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the conference room. The crowd laughed wildly, and some even wept. After the guard poked his head in to take a look, he immediately rushed out to find Xuanyuan and the others.

When Xuanyuan and his group arrived upon hearing the news, the conference room had already basically returned to calm, but the tired faces of the crowd were covered in smiles.

Xuanyuan's eyes were full of anticipation: "It's done?"

Baifeng put his hands on his hips: "It's done! The Agricultural Calendar is done!"

"How was it done, tell me about it?"

Baifeng held a calendar in his hand, on which the entire year had already been drawn out, and among them, today had been circled with a vermilion brush.

"To tell you, it is very simple. First, the three hundred and sixty-five days required for the sun to complete one revolution are divided into twelve months. Each month, according to the waxing and waning of the moon, is divided into large months of thirty days and small months of twenty-nine days.

The extra eleven days are counted toward the next year; after accumulating, when they reach twenty-nine days or thirty days, it counts as a Leap Month.

As for the Leap Month, it is seven leaps in nineteen years; in nineteen years, there must be seven Leap Months.

Then, place the Solar Terms in the middle of the months to determine how to arrange the Leap Months. There are twenty-four Solar Terms in total; divide them into Solar Terms and Middle Terms. If a month has no Middle Term, then the month following it is a Leap Month!

What is a Solar Term and what is a Middle Term—we have already figured this out clearly, so I won't explain the process to you. In any case, Xihe and Changyi already know how to calculate them.

We have already calculated the calendar from this year to the next ten years. In the future, for farming, you only need to follow the Solar Terms."

Xuanyuan held the complete calendar in his hand, also feeling incredibly excited. He had not expected that as soon as Baifeng arrived, he would suddenly create such a huge stir; this was simply an unimaginable thing.

"Xuanyuan, furthermore, there is one more thing now, and that is to set an era name."

Xuanyuan frowned: "What is an era name?"

"Besides being able to guide farming, the greatest function of a calendar is to record years, to tell you what year it is now. This is actually very important.

And my idea is very simple: the name of the calendar shall be called the Agricultural Calendar. It is not called the Xuanyuan Calendar, nor is it called the Huaxia Calendar; it is just called the Agricultural Calendar, created for the sake of farming. Do you have any objections to this?"

Xuanyuan felt no waves in his heart; there was no problem at all with this name: "I have no objections, let's call it the Agricultural Calendar."

"As for the era name, Xuanyuan, it is to tell others, to tell future generations, what year it is now, because for the years before us, the time before has already become impossible to count, just like how we cannot know how many years ago Fuxi Clan and Nuwashi lived.

But now it is possible. Xuanyuan, starting from this year, from today, it is a starting point. Now is zero; afterwards, on this number, continue to add one. Future generations will know what year we lived in, and for any major event, they will also be able to know in what year it happened.

I am thinking, because our two tribes formulated the Agricultural Calendar together and communicate frequently, always trading, so if the era name could be consistent, that would be the best. In the future, there will be no problems with communication and interaction.

But this requires both sides to choose an era name that both accept. If that is not possible, then we can only each choose our own. For example, you call this year the first year of Xuanyuan, and next year is the second year of Xuanyuan; even if you die, this era name can still be used. Five hundred years later, your descendants will also be able to know, saying that in the first year of Xuanyuan, our two tribes formulated the calendar, saying that the Xuanyuan Tribe and Huaxia together attacked the Shennong Clan.

But in Huaxia, it might be the first year of Huaxia, or some other name. If you are willing, we will use the same era name; if not, we will each choose our own."

From these few short sentences, Xuanyuan heard the huge influence that this era name would bring. Who would not want their own name to be passed down through the generations for hundreds of years? Anyone would find it hard to refuse such a temptation. However, what Baifeng said also made sense; if it were the same, it would be better for communication, after all, the calendar was formulated by them together, and only they were using it.

"What do you think, if we want to choose a common era name, what would be better to use?"

Baifeng pointed to his own head and said: "My brain is already muddled now. For the sake of the calendar, everything inside has been emptied out. Now I really cannot think of anything. Why don't you wait for me to rest for a night, and we can think of a name together tomorrow?

You can also think about it tonight, and we will discuss it tomorrow. My opinion is that two characters are best; one character cannot express enough meaning, and three characters are too long. You think about it slowly, Xuanyuan, I am going to sleep."

"Good, good, go quickly, rest well, we will discuss it again tomorrow."

The others in the conference room also began to look sleepy. Xuanyuan could only let them all go to rest. The people of the Xuanyuan Tribe, having gained their release, left one after another and then went to find a place to sleep. Many people had not been home for too long and had forgotten where their homes were, so they simply chose a place where the sun shone warmly and lay down to sleep directly. Anyway, in Qingqiu City, there was nothing to fear.

After everyone left, Xuanyuan immediately handed the calendar to others, first passing it to Zhishou: "Zhishou, look at this calendar, is it correct?"

Zhishou looked at the calendar for a long time without speaking, and finally sighed at length and said: "I am truly inferior to others. You have already mastered the laws of Heaven and Earth and Nature. With this calendar, then all things in Heaven and Earth are in your hands. You can command ghosts and gods; just like your writing, it can make ghosts and gods terrified. I cannot tell right from wrong, but listening to the explanation and watching the deduction, everything conforms to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth."