But this is also normal, after all, in addition to Huo Zhongtun, Pingqiantun, and maybe a Durhan.

In addition, the herdsmen of the rest of the tribes must not be very satisfied with him, and even complain and hate him.

Who calls himself that his previous means are not very glorious, all the way to attack and kill the hearts of people who are enveloped by power, it is good in a short period of time, and he can quickly accumulate strength.

But the problem is also obvious, once they encounter something beyond the limit of their patience, continue to impose a high-pressure policy on them.

When the time comes, if the trouble is not good, there will be a collective mutiny, dragging such a group of people to the battlefield, Zhao Ming himself will do this when he is tired of being crooked.

Mutinies are not child's play, and no matter how small a mutiny is, it will trigger an avalanche effect.

He was very confident in the old Zhen Songjun who he had personally led the team to train and fight in the past two months, but he didn't have much confidence in the seven or eight hundred Zhen Songjun brothers brought by Zhang Kai.

In the event of a mutiny, it is difficult not to guarantee that this group of people will also be led astray.

Meanwhile, Akshya has been having a good time lately.

He didn't know much about the position of quartermaster before, but he thought it was to manage logistics, and he was still handy at this point.

At first, I was very cautious, so I let myself eat more and didn't dare to stretch out my hand more.

But he soon found that there was no one to take care of him, and that the meat and food that had been prepared in advance were delivered directly to a shed, where no one could enter or leave without his permission.

After discovering that no one was even supervising him, his heart suddenly came alive.

But in the first two days, he still only dared to take a small amount of himself, and after exchanging these surplus grains for the white flowers in the hands of some familiar herdsmen, his heart was out of control.

Even in the last two days, as soon as the night came, he carried a cowhide bag to his house, bag by bag.

Because he didn't dare to fake others, he had a hard time moving, but he was still full of strength for the sake of the white ocean.

Nearly 300 catties of grain were removed from the warehouse overnight.

He calculated, and the next day's grain sent a day in advance was four or five thousand catties, including grain, rice, noodles, and processed beef and mutton.

With so much food, you can't see it at all if you take a few hundred catties by yourself.

It's just that he soon discovered another new problem, that is, these poor ghosts don't have a few oceans on them at all.

And he refused to sell to these poor ghosts cheaply, so he had to stock up on a lot of goods at his own home.

It's just that this solution is more difficult than difficult, and Akssha quickly came up with a new idea.

Looking at the herdsman girl in front of him who was soaking her feet and rubbing her feet with hot water, Aksha's face was full of satisfaction.

Since there is no money to make in a short period of time, then enjoy it.

"Ajma, don't worry, as long as you follow me, I will let you and your family have a good winter this winter. I will also raise your sons to be fat and fat, and raise them to be the future wolves of the grassland! ”

Aksha smiled and stroked the woman's soft hair, the woman's delicate body trembled slightly, obviously not suitable for Aksha's touch.

She used to have a wonderful family in Maoming Abe, but that night the Outer Mongolians invaded and everything changed.

The only pillar of the family was slaughtered, and she felt like the sky was falling.

When she came here, she thought that everything was getting better, but soon she found that the food was decreasing every day.

It's okay for her to eat less, but she still has a few children, and she can't face the harassment of Aksya, so she can only grit her teeth and endure it.

Maybe this kind of behavior is nothing in the grassland, but that's only for the Outer Mongolians.

With the repeated restructuring here, the grassland is also paying more and more attention to ethics, and this kind of thing is that Ajima is mentally prepared, and it is inevitable that he will be a little ashamed.

"You.... Don't lie to me, you promise me! ”

Ajma said resignedly, a little shy and a little afraid in her words.

However, this small expression, combined with the crimson on the pretty face, made Aksha's index finger wide, and a hot mass continued to brew in the lower abdomen.

"Haha! Rest assured! ”

Smack!

As he spoke, Axia casually patted the piles of grain placed next to him, and laughed,

"See? As long as you make me comfortable, I can get as much of these as you want! ”

After speaking, he stared at Ajma with his eyes, and his aggressive gaze was not concealed in the slightest, almost stripping Ajma naked, and he even wanted to devour the person in front of him alive.

Although Ajima is not as good as the fragrant city girls in the kiln, she is definitely a pretty widow in Maoming Abe.

Soon, seeing that Ajma had no desire to resist, Aksya's movements became more and more bold, and he began to move up and down towards Ajma's body.

The room soon filled the room with a sense of enchantment.

After three minutes, Ajima was refreshed and sent Ajma out the door, but Ajma just bit her lower lip and lowered her head, her clothes a little messy and looked left and right, and then ran out quickly.

Closing the door and blocking the cold wind outside, Aksha drank hot milk tea, humming a song from the grassland in his mouth.

Looking at the increasingly cold wind outside the window, and looking at the herdsmen who were still working outside against the cold wind, his face was extremely proud.

In his heart, he was silently calculating how to take advantage of other benefits next.

The money is almost squeezed out, and in just a few days, he has already collected nearly a thousand oceans, which has already squeezed out the old bottom of these herdsmen.

At least the herdsmen in Maoming Abu have nothing to fish.

"Then there are the other tribes, and these guys still don't seem to understand my hints, huh! Looks like we're going to have to give them a little bit of color! ”

Akshar snorted coldly.

The next day, in the morning, everyone was busy all morning, and everyone came to a shed with a porcelain bowl in their eyes.

It's just that when the first herdsman finished cooking with his rice bowl and looked at the little food in the bowl, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Ulla, you're not mistaken, are you? That's it? ”

Ula is a dogleg of Aksha, and he is also from Maoming Abu, the guy in charge of this meal.

Hearing someone complaining about the lack of food, he immediately scolded with a sideways face, "That's it? You also don't want to think about what time it is!

Tens of thousands of people are crammed into such a place, so many people eat and drink together without money?

If we let each of you eat enough, how will we survive this winter?

Roll on! It's nice to have a stutter! ”

Ulla was impatient and chased the man away with a large spoon.

The man's face was blue and white for a while, and he still scolded with his neck, "I don't care, our cattle and sheep are all under your control now!" Give us this now?

If we eat our own cattle and sheep, it will definitely be more than that! ”

"You're still reasonable! I...."

Ulla was about to raise his spoon and teach the boy a lesson.

Because he has been following Aksha for a long time in the early years, he can be described as a tall cow and a big horse, and he is confident that it is not a problem to beat four or five young men like this in front of him.