The bonfire was blazing, and the wine was flowing freely.
As the undisputed pillar of the nomadic family, Zamuhu spared no enthusiasm in hosting Zhang Yuan.
The gratitude of the grassland people was equally simple: plenty of meat and wine!
Zhang Yuan alone devoured at least five pounds of roasted lamb.
As for the mare's milk wine he consumed, it was beyond measure.
Zamuhu accompanied Zhang Yuan, eating meat and drinking wine heartily. When this grassland man was flushed with inebriation, he clapped his hands forcefully and shouted a few words to his wives.
Although Zhang Yuan didn't understand, he soon grasped the meaning.
Zamuhu's three wives went into their tent, quickly emerged, and were all dressed in what appeared to be festive costumes and adornments.
Then Zamuhu's elderly father had a child bring out a morin khuur and a drum made of cowhide.
To the crude and fiery accompaniment, Zamuhu's wives sang and danced, expressing their welcome and respect to Zhang Yuan.
