Chapter 622: Baifeng's Worries

The grand conferral ceremony ended just like that, followed by a city-wide carnival; in this situation, Lema City was marginalized, and although they could receive news, the carnival had little to do with them.

However, Baifeng ordered a two-day national holiday; those who needed to be on duty could take two days of rotating leave, and as for when they took it, that was up to them. It was now the slack farming season, so the holiday did not have much impact on the operation of Huaxia.

Because of the existence of the musical instrument troupe, the celebration was even more lively. Zhishou played music himself, and Chenshui was now able to squeak out a segment; although his technique was not yet up to par, he was already the one with the best performance technique for genuine Huaxia musical instruments.

But the musical scores were all too monotonous—the kind that were very primitive and very lonely. Based on his own memories, Baifeng hummed some relatively cheerful tunes and then had Changle write them down to see if they could compose a complete piece of music.

At the same time, the suona was also being crafted, but it was completely unknown when the finished product could be made, let alone if anyone would be able to play it proficiently and use it in actual scenarios.

The grandest and most magnificent wedding for Yulong that Baifeng had envisioned now had to be simplified a great deal. Furthermore, since the atmosphere of the entire country was still relatively lively and cheerful, Baifeng felt he should let this atmosphere fade before organizing Yulong's wedding. This would also allow the Ministry of Rites to have a few days of relative ease; this grand ceremony had already left Zhigui, who was initially working independently on major tasks, feeling somewhat numb.

The first day was the city-wide celebration, and the second day was the celebration for those who had been enfeoffed with titles; just like a wedding, they would hold a banquet at home and invite those close to them to celebrate together.

However, since these Marquises had relatively good relationships with one another, they should have been each other's guests of honor, but they all felt that they could not be absent from their own banquets, so they had no choice but to let their children take gifts to attend instead.

As for the others, especially the low-level officials, they should have gone to every household, but being unable to be in two places at once, they had to choose to go to their immediate superior's home, while for other households, they could only arrange for their children to go.

Baifeng did not go to anyone's house because it was inappropriate regardless of whose house he went to, and gifts were even less necessary; everything they had was given by him, so during these two days of vacation, Baifeng chose to accompany his two sons.

It was rare for Baifeng's family to be able to gather together during the daytime.

Regarding his sparse descendants, Baifeng was no longer anxious; if he could have another one, that would be fine, and if not, so be it. He was no longer worried. The appearance of his two wives perfectly matched his aesthetic, and since he would help them dress and groom, they did not have to do manual labor and had no major worries, having only some symbolic work to manage to pass the time; thus, it could be said that both of them still possessed their charm.

In his own courtyard, after the servants had prepared all the food and tea, they left from afar and did not dare to stay around them; Baifeng also let go of his airs and returned to the state of being a father.

He lay comfortably on a lounge chair and said lazily, "Yulong, I have already built the foundation of Huaxia for you. As for your wedding, I estimate that in about ten days or so, we will have to start preparing. At that time, I will give you the grandest wedding in all of Huaxia."

Yulong's mood was somewhat excited, yet he was still a bit shy; his age was a moment where passion and ignorance coexisted. His initial physiological maturity gave him a yearning for the opposite sex, yet he understood nothing; after all, this era did not have so many textbooks and countless teachers.

Baifeng was also too lazy to bother with chambermaids or specialized educational teachers; he would explain these things to him before he got married. In many cases, it was still dominated by wild and primitive impulses. Moreover, for humans nowadays, this was not for enjoyment but for procreating descendants; the purpose was relatively pure.

As for Changle, Baifeng did not know whether his original arrangement was good or bad; the things that Changle would do in the future would be very dangerous, and he might not be able to control them.

But what could Baifeng do? As a father, wanting his child to live safely until death was the most normal thing, but Changle, influenced and guided by him, had already set his goals too far ahead. Now he explored and collected different plants, and his range of activity was still within the Xuanyuan Tribe and Huaxia; at least Baifeng still had the ability to arrange for people to protect him.

But what about in the future? I am afraid that these things would no longer satisfy him. The current primeval forests were already dangerous enough, and Baifeng also knew there were more places that could be called true human forbidden zones.

Even with more professional equipment in later generations, it was almost impossible to walk in and return alive; now that they were infinitely close to being wild men, could they be stronger? Even if it were said that there were wild men in those forests, could wild men be the same as them now?

The most important thing was that the most accurate and detailed world map of this era was in Changle's hands; that was the gift Baifeng gave him on the day Changle turned twelve, which was the legal age of adulthood in Huaxia.

Everything Baifeng taught him, whether it was ocean currents, monsoons, or the climate and Nature, Changle wanted to see for himself. He had never doubted the authenticity of what Baifeng said; he was not going to verify it, but wanted to see it for himself and fulfill his dream.

Baifeng was still somewhat anxious about this; Changle was now almost able to travel unimpeded within the territory of the Xuanyuan Tribe, and when the time came, he could even go all the way east to see the seaside.

This was still fine, as there was no danger, but what Baifeng feared was that he would go to the high mountains in the northwest or even the southwest, because the questions Changle had recently asked Baifeng were already closely related to these.

If he successfully came down from the Snow mountains, what about after that? Would he take a Large Ship and try a circumnavigation of the world? To see if he could return to the starting point after sailing around the Earth? Or would he go through that ice bridge in the far north to an unknown continent to pick the potatoes and chili peppers that Baifeng was always thinking about?

Baifeng felt that anyone could do this; if they succeeded and were willing to return, what would it matter even if he conferred a Duke title upon them? But if it were his own son, Baifeng really could not bear it, even though he would certainly leave his name for posterity.

And it was precisely because of these things that Baifeng was now looking for an opportunity to let the "Historians" appear and begin to record history, and at the same time, be able to record all the deeds of these people, so that the history of this era would no longer carry such a rich mythological color.