I can bless thousands of magical powers.

The bonfire was burning and the wine was being drunk.

As the undisputed pillar of a herdsman's family, Zamuhe entertained Zhang Yuan with the utmost enthusiasm.

The gratitude of the grassland people is also very simple, that is, enough wine and meat!

Zhang Yuan finished at least five kilograms of roasted lamb by himself.

As for the amount of kumis he drank, it was impossible to calculate.

Zamuha accompanied Zhang Yuan in eating meat and drinking wine. When the grassland man's face turned red and he was a little drunk, he clapped his hands hard and shouted a few words to his wives.

Although Zhang Yuan didn't understand, he quickly understood the meaning.

The three wives of this grassland man went to the tent and came out quickly, and each of them changed into formal clothes and accessories that should be worn on festivals.

Then Zamuhe's old father asked the child to bring the horse-head fiddle and cowhide drum.

To the rough and passionate accompaniment, Zhamuhe's wives sang and danced to express their welcome and respect to Zhang Yuan.

Their singing and dancing are not very graceful.

But it is full of strong grassland style and has a kind of original beauty.

Zhang Yuan was a little embarrassed at first, but he quickly adapted and clapped his hands to the beat.

Zhamuha was very happy.

The grassland man took Zhang Yuan aside and talked a lot.

It turned out that their family was on a migration journey, and their destination was the sacred place of Nacuoda in Hulan Grassland.

Nacuoda is also the location of the king's tent of the Hulan tribe!
If everything goes well, Zamuha and his family will arrive in Nachoda in half a month.

Just in time for the tribe’s annual Segut Conference!
After the Saigut Conference, they will stay in Nachoda for another two or three months.

Then they migrate again to places with abundant water and grass.

Just three days ago, Zamuhe and his son hunted down a lone prairie wolf.

Unexpectedly, this would provoke revenge from the wolves.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuan appeared in time to help, otherwise their pilgrimage would have turned into a journey of death.

"Brother Zhang Yuan..."

Jamukha finally said: "You are a true warrior. I have nothing to repay you now. When I arrive at Nachoda, I will definitely find a way to repay your kindness!"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "I just happened to meet him. If you just take me to Nacuoda, we will be even."

He became quite interested in the Saigut Conference of the Hulan tribe.

According to Jamukha, the Saigut Conference was not only a festival for the tribe to celebrate the harvest and victory and to worship gods and ancestors, but also a grand event for tribal trade and competition.

By then, the herdsmen of Hulan Grassland will gather in groups to Nacuoda, riding horses or driving carts, carrying furs, medicinal herbs and other items, and bringing their families with them.

And they set up tents on the grassland under the holy mountain.

It’s extremely lively!

As for Zhang Yuan's "two clears" statement, Zhamuhe did not refute it, but just shook his head disapprovingly.

It was already very late at night and they had almost finished their meal.

Zhamuhe's family built a small tent for Zhang Yuan to rest at night.

However, when Zhang Yuan just lay down in the tent, a graceful figure suddenly flashed in!

Zhang Yuan was suddenly shocked.

His eyesight was so sharp that even though the light in the tent was extremely dim, he could still see the person coming at a glance.

It turned out to be Zamuha’s youngest wife!
What is this for?

Zhang Yuan was really confused.

He remembered that Zhamuhe's wife was named Nalan. She had just turned nineteen this year and was still as young as a flower.

In addition to being the youngest, Nalan is also the most beautiful among Zhamuhe's three wives.

Because she was newly married, she had not given birth to a child yet. Although Zhang Yuan did not know why Na Lan sneaked into his tent, she was sure that she had no ill intentions.

Even her cheeks were blushing and her body was trembling, showing obvious uneasiness.

Zhang Yuan sat up quickly.

Before he could speak, Nalan lowered her head and said softly, "Zhang, Brother Zhang Yuan, yes, it's Brother Zhamuhe, let me serve you."

He stammered a few words and looked extremely embarrassed!

Zhang Yuan suddenly understood.

He recalled what he had read in books before, about the customs of some foreign tribes.

But Zhang Yuan really couldn't accept such a custom.

He said softly: "Thank you, but I don't need your service. Please go back and tell Brother Zhamuhe that I am very tired and need to have a good rest."

"Ah."

Nalan nodded gently: "I understand."

Then the prairie girl, who still looked like a teenager, quickly fled from Zhang Yuan's tent like a frightened rabbit.

Zhang Yuan burst out laughing.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there was a hint of disappointment in Nalan’s last sentence.

It must be an illusion!
Zhang Yuan shook his head, then lay back down on the carpet, closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to the noise.

Zhang Yuan stood up and walked out of the tent, only to see that Zamuhe's family was busy moving luggage and supplies, and one of the tents had been dismantled.

They were obviously leaving here.

At this time, Zhamuhe came over and asked with a smile: "Did I wake you up?"

Zhang Yuan said, "It's okay."

Here, Zamuhe’s wives have already prepared breakfast, which is quite rich.

The steaming hot milk tea, delicious beef pies, fresh and hot mutton offal soup, hand-pulled mutton, etc. made Zhang Yuan devour them and exclaim in satisfaction.

By the time he finished breakfast, Jamukha's family was almost ready.

Tents and other items were placed on a large cart, which was towed by special pack horses, followed by herds of cattle and sheep. Jamukha and his children rode on horses to guard on both sides.

His wives and young children were in another carriage, protected in the middle.

Zhamuhe originally wanted to give Zhang Yuan a horse as a mount.

But Zhang Yuan finally chose to sit in the carriage full of cargo and lie down comfortably as he moved forward.

"correct."

Zamuhe followed Zhang Yuan and said, "I, Abu, have skinned the wolf king you killed, but it will take a few days to make it into leather for you."

The skin of an ordinary prairie wolf is very valuable, and the skin of a wolf king is even more valuable. There is no way he would covet Zhang Yuan's spoils.

"You keep it."

Zhang Yuan didn't care: "It's useless for me to take it."

Zhamuhe was surprised: "Brother Zhang Yuan, your wolf king skin is of excellent quality. It can be exchanged for an equal weight of gold in Nacuoda. You just need to leave one of the wolf teeth for me."

Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said, "I said, I'll give it all to you!"

He lay down on a pile of thick leather, closed his eyes and began to catch up on his sleep.

Zhamuha was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

This grassland man had seen generous men before, but he had never seen anyone as generous as Zhang Yuan.

In fact, in addition to gold, a basically intact wolf king skin can also be exchanged for something that cannot be measured by money! (End of this chapter)