April 18, Saturday, the twenty-third day of the third lunar month.
Auspicious: consecration, breaking ground, seeking medical treatment, curing illness;
Inauspicious: Opening market, burial.
Zheng Qing had always wondered whether consecration counted as a form of opening market. After all, when highly accomplished virtuous masters performed consecrations, believers always had to offer incense money. Objectively speaking, there was indeed a certain air of transaction involved.
Of course, people who had grown up in the Wizarding World did not pay much attention to the almanac when they went out. No matter how exquisitely designed a calendar was at its creation, time would always expose one flaw or another. Using such ancient flaws to guide modern life was not something intelligent people did.
So long as the outcome was not too terrible—such as burying someone on a day inauspicious for burial—most people let things slide. They did not, like old wizards from five hundred years ago, always consult the almanac before doing anything.
This was especially true of First University students. When it came to something as mysterious as luck, everyone would rather trust the line chart they had drawn the previous night, or take a glance at a Crystal Ball after getting up in the morning.
Because of the accident at Hundred Herbs Garden on Friday afternoon, Zheng Qing had studied his line chart very carefully that evening.
According to the records he had kept since enrolling, his overall fortune was currently hovering at a low point. Though he occasionally got injured, it was nothing serious, and the things he wanted to do generally achieved their goals—this indicated a solid bottom.
In the words of divination books, a solid bottom was an important foundation for a rebound in fortune. And fortune that remained at the bottom for a long time would