Chapter 501 A Holiday

• “Huh? Saturdays and Sundays? I thought that’s how it’s always been?”
• Lu Chen had been in the middle of signing a document related to army deployment and weapon upgrades when he suddenly heard some engineering representatives, parliament members, and chronologists talking. He looked up and threw odd looks at them.
• “That’s how it was back on Hope,” one of the chronologists said in exasperation. “But the point is, we still haven’t officially enforced a calendar for Proxima Centauri b. Firstly, a day is close to 27 hours in length. Then, there’s also the changing of seasons over its 410 days or so in a year. By the way, there’s five seasons in a year here. There’s also a drought season in the middle of the year when even the sea would just completely draw away from the shore. With how complicated time is here, the current system of Saturday and Sunday as days off doesn’t work.”