When Ma Zhongxi saw Zhang Zhou coming, he didn't want to say another word to Zhang Zhou.

But he walked straight to the chair prepared for him.

Zhang Heling stood up and came over to greet him: "Mr. Zhang, you are here. Today is such a good day, are you confident?"

"Praying for rain is more important than sincerity." Zhang Zhou said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I also want to thank Lao Ma for coming in person today."

"You thank him for coming to cause trouble for you?"

Zhang Heling's sharp words were no less sharp than those of a street gangster.

Zhang Zhou smiled.

What he wanted to say was that this was also thanks to Ma Zhongxi who left a brilliant mark on history.

Because historically, the rain on May 29, the twelfth year of Hongzhi, was bestowed by Ma Zhongxi, and it is remembered in history.

Historically, this month of May was not peaceful for the northwest. The invaders raided Datong Town southward for nine days. People from all walks of life in the Ming Dynasty sent troops to coordinate with the camp for twenty miles, but they did not dare to fight head-on. In the end, they relied on heavy rain.

Only then did the Fire Screen Department be forced back.

But there is one thing.

Zhang Zhou didn't know whether the rain came in the morning or in the afternoon.

Maybe come at night.

He thought to himself that he had time anyway, so why not spend it here?

When will it rain and when will we go home?
Chapter completed!