But just as he was about to take action, he heard many people start to curse.
"That's right! We all turned in the grain, and my family raised hundreds of cattle and sheep.
Even if my family eats meat every day, it will be enough for a whole winter! Why just that little? "
“You must be lining your pockets there!
I heard that the quartermaster Aksha is from your Maoming'an Department. Your Maoming'an Department came here on the run and didn't bring many cattle or sheep with them!
You didn't turn in much food at all, so why do you eat more than us? "
"Yes! I passed by Aksha's house yesterday, and I smelled the smell of meat in it! He must have been hiding in the house and eating meat secretly!"
"That's right! That Aksha is a bad guy at first glance! I heard that he is also leering at our girls, and that look in his eyes shows that he is not a good person!"
\"When it comes to this, I get angry. This Ula is not a good dog. I saw him touching the hands of girls from our tribe the day before yesterday. What a beast!\"
Originally, Ula was still very aggressive, but combined with her physique, she could really intimidate many people.
However, in the face of the public's anger, his momentum suddenly became stagnant, and then he started to panic like a deflated ball.
He doesn't panic when he is alone or ten people, but when there are dozens of people or hundreds or even thousands of people, he can't hold back.
Soon he was forced to compromise in the surging crowd and gave everyone a little more, but he could only maintain the same amount as yesterday.
But this still caused a lot of commotion. After all, they had already prepared a lot of food in advance, and there was a certain amount of food they would cook.
If there is more here, there will be less in other places. The soldiers still dare not be too presumptuous, so today the people in the prisoner of war camp eat less food visibly.
"What's the share of grain profit today?"
At this time, Zhao Ming and his group were watching all this silently in the distance.
"The number of herders has decreased by approximately 40%, the number of prisoners of war has decreased by 60%, and the number of soldiers has decreased by 30%."
Zhang He quickly responded.
"Well, let's take the initiative to reduce the food supply tomorrow." Zhao Ming spit out the cigarette in his mouth and said calmly,
"Reduced by...30%!"
"Reduced by 30% in total?!"
Hearing this, Lao Suntou's heart skipped a beat.
Zhao Ming chuckled, "What? I made you responsible for food alone and this quartermaster to manage food separately just for this moment."
"But if it is reduced by 30%, wouldn't it be too obvious? I'm afraid Aksha will see something by then?" Old Suntou hesitated.
"He can't see it, can't he? He rarely goes to the warehouse in person recently, but there are a lot of scoundrels around him. He... is finished!"
Zhao Ming said calmly in a deep voice.
These words fell like a devil's whisper in the ears of several people around him.
Everyone was silently mourning for Aksha, even though Aksha was not a good bird.
As Zhao Ming expected, that night was the time when the quartermaster was checking the next day's food as usual, but Aksha was chatting with another herdsman woman in his hut.
It's a pity that although Akshay has developed a good physique as a businessman over the years, he stopped working early because of his promiscuous behavior.
The battle ended in a minute as usual, and he lay lazily on the bed, enjoying the personal service of the woman next to him. He felt extremely comfortable.
He didn't bother to check the food at all, and just ordered the people below to deal with it.
Instead of letting people check it, he secretly transported a batch of grain at night and used it for his own use.
In the past few days, his appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and there were as many as the third woman he had forced into submission with food.
There are more than twenty gangsters gathered under his command.
What happened yesterday reminded him, and he felt a little panicked, so he added more manpower.
The more people there are, the higher the cost will naturally be.
The brothers need to have enough to eat, and his wife also has several mouths at home. These need to be fed, and Akshay's greed for ink naturally becomes bigger and bigger.
It stands to reason that he should be more careful as he is shrewd, but in recent days he has found that Commander Zhao is only interested in military matters and does not care about anything else.
In addition, after there are too many dog-leggers, it is inevitable that the dog-leggers will encourage them from the sidelines.
There are also bad guys underneath these bad guys. Even without Aksha knowing it, the food leaking out from his fingers almost fed half of the herdsmen in Maoming'anbu.
It was like relatives helping relatives. Akshay thought he was just helping a few brothers, but it turned out that the brothers were also helping many brothers whom he had never met before.
It was not until the next day that Zhao Ming was shocked when he learned that both the herdsmen and the soldiers were eating less by about 20% on average when the meals were distributed.
The total amount of food was adjusted up or down by 30%. Even if Akshay didn't notice any abnormality at the first time, he should have been less greedy after discovering that the cooked food was not enough.
Zhao Ming estimated that if the other party was more careful, today's food intake should be reduced by the same amount as yesterday.
After all, even if the total is reduced by 30%, as long as Akshay is less greedy, it can still be consistent with yesterday.
As a result, the prisoners of war could only get some light and thin gruel today, and the herdsmen's was not much better, just a little thicker than gruel.
At most, the soldiers had more meat foam inside.
Zhao Ming was shocked when he learned about this situation.
"How much is this Akshay greedy for ink?" Lao Suntou stroked his beard for a moment, and a handful of his beard was pulled off.
"This is already at least 40% less than the first day! Is this Akshay a fool?"
The reason why it is said to be 40% is that it does not include Zhao Ming's instructions yesterday to reduce the total amount by 30%. Adding that 30%, it is 70% less than the first day.
With such an obvious change, does this Akshay really have no idea what death is?
"I don't know if he's a fool, but he's going to be finished!"
Zhao Ming shook his head. Who knows what Aksha was thinking, and waved to a brother not far away.
"Someone, bring Akshay to me!"
"It's Master Zhao!"
The young soldier saluted and prepared to call on other brothers to take action.
They didn't know the details inside, and because of this, they also gritted their teeth in hatred towards this quartermaster.
Brothers, training is inherently high-intensity, and the food is not as good as the day itself. How can we have the strength to train?
But before they could take action, they heard a roar in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, in the stunned eyes of Zhao Ming and others, Aksha was dragged out of the house.
The angry herdsmen almost beat him to death. When he was dragged out, his face, nose and chest were covered in blood, and his face was bruised and bruised.
When the door opened, a disheveled herdsman woman came out of the house sobbing.
The woman covered her face and cried, and an old woman next to her pointed at her nose and cursed, as if she was saying that the woman's indiscretion had brought disgrace to her family.
And more men and women were verbally and verbally criticizing Akshay, and the younger and more energetic ones were even fighting each other with fists and kicks.
