Romanian Eagle

Hearing her son's question, a gloom flashed in the mother's eyes, but she recovered immediately.

Your father needs his help with something.

When Mizke heard his mother's vague answer, he immediately became alert to the emotions he didn't care about in his heart. He is no longer the young man he was three years ago, and he knows that his mother is hiding something from him. Mizke asked hurriedly. Did something happen at mother's house?

Seeing her son's concerned and eager expression, the mother secretly sighed and told him that she knew she couldn't hide it. There's something going on at home lately...

In his mother's account, Mizke learned that Ilzabi, a Hungarian land noble living in the town, planned to build a country house. He took a fancy to a place to build a villa, and the only piece of land in the Mizik family was next to the newly built villa. This made Ilzabi feel less than perfect, and planned to buy his family's land and turn it into a garden. There was nothing wrong with the matter, but as a result, the Lord Ilzabi showed his stinginess in the price, and was only willing to give half of the market price. The manager is also renting the land of the Hungarian nobleman Ilzabi, but how could his father Borbo agree, this is the last piece of land for his family. Seeing that his family refused to agree, Ilzabi used the money to get through the government department and wanted to take his family's land back to himself.

As a result, it happened that Edel was going to marry Princess Sophie Marie, and Emperor Joseph I of Austria-Hungary ordered that the Romanians not be oppressed during this time. This was not done, and it was considered the crown prince's preferential treatment for the Romanian people living in Austria-Hungary. Seeing that the government was unwilling to cause extravagance during this period, Ilzabi did not give up, and raised the price of their piece to the market price and said that this was the last sincerity. Bolbo is the theory of the past.

Hearing his mother's words, Mizke felt that things were not good. He unpacked the luggage in the car and rode his bicycle to Ilzabi's house.

Mizzik rushed to the town house in Ilzabi, a three-story garden villa, out of breath. It was built fifteen years ago by Ilzabi at a cost of 60,000 crowns. It has 18 rooms, front and rear gardens and a small fountain. It is one of the best mansions in town.

When Mizke arrived, he happened to see his father being pushed out of the door by Ilzabi's thugs. Looking at the old father who fell to the ground, Mizke roared. stop.

Ilzabi's men watched as a young man galloped over, and a man who looked like a butler sneered after seeing who was coming. Who am I? It turned out to be Mizke, who made a lot of money in Romania. You came just in time to persuade you, this stubborn father, that our Baron Ilzabi took a fancy to your land and planned to trade fairly. This is also for the good of your family, I hope your father and son will think clearly.

Mizke stepped forward to help up his old father, who was only in his forties with white hair, and said to the housekeeper with red eyes. We'll think about it.

It's still you who have seen the world and know how things should be done. The butler was very satisfied with Mizke's answer, and called these thugs to go back to the villa. After taking two steps, the butler seemed to remember something and turned around and said to the father and son. Don't say we didn't give you time to think about it, you need to see the purchase and sale procedures for this land in three days, otherwise, hum~ hum~

Father, let's go back first, and we will discuss the land sale again. Mizke looked at his father with red eyes and said comfortingly.

Mizke is our last piece of land. What if we don't have it? The old father looked at Mizke blankly, grabbing his clothes with both hands and continuing to talk.

I just want to change a piece of land, can't I? Mizik, can you tell me this is really not good? At the end, the father fell into tears on his son's shoulder and cried bitterly.

Father, we will have a good life, you have to believe me. Mizke comforted his father.

After he finished speaking, he supported his father and walked to the bicycle step by step,

When I walked to the bike I bought for my friend, I rode the bike and drove my father home.

Mizke knows that he has no strength in his hometown, but Ilzabi is different. He has been cultivating the local area for many years and he is also clear about how powerful he is. Mizke himself is not a three-year-old child, and he has no ability to shake Ilzabi anyway. Now he no longer wants to accept this humiliation, and gradually has the idea of ​​bringing his parents to live in Romania.

Mizke, you're back. I heard that you went to Ilzabi. How are you now? Brolku saw Mizke brought his father back at his house, and he stepped forward and asked his friend with concern.

After Mizke helped his father into the house, he said to his friend with a calm expression. Thank you for your concern, Brorcu, how are you doing now?

I'm doing very well, and I'm sorry that I can't help you with what happened in your house now. Brolku said to him with a look of regret.

I won't blame you. After all, you also have to take care of your family, and so do I. We're not three-year-olds anymore. I'm glad you could come to see me. Mizke stepped forward and patted his friend's shoulder. After speaking, he pointed to the bicycle he rode back and said. Come and see the gift I brought you, how do you feel.

I can't take this bike in Mizik's current situation, you should use it yourself.

Seeing this bike, Brollcu knew it was the best permanent bike on the market right now, and it cost three or four hundred crowns. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want it, but now the situation at Mizke's house makes him feel that he can't take it.

Facing the rejection of his friend, Mizke knew it was for his own good, but he now has his own ideas.

Brorku, just take it, I also have a bicycle like this in Romania. Mizik deceived his friend in good faith.

In the end, under Mizick's semi-forced, Brollcu accepted the bike. Mizke returned to the room and looked at his dazed father, sighing inwardly. Then he sent the gifts he brought back from house to house. Everyone who received the gift thanked him and expressed sympathy for what happened in his family. This made Mizke feel more and more that maybe moving to Romania would be a good choice.

On the third day, Ilzabi's housekeeper came to his house with a thug.

You are Mizik. I heard that you have a good time working in Romania. I believe you have also figured out the purpose of my visit this time.

Hearing that the housekeeper he had seen before looked at him arrogantly, he was not at all afraid of their disapproval. Mizke handed him the signed consent document, and the butler said with a frown after taking it. It needs your father Borbo's signature.

Are you going too far? Mizke asked angrily.

Our baron said that we need your father's signature. The butler looked like you could do anything to me.

Okay, I'll ask my father to sign it. Mizik said completely suppressed emotions.

After finishing speaking, he entered the room and looked at his sluggish father. He took his hand and signed it with a handprint. Mizke walked out of the house with grief in his heart and gave the transfer agreement to Ilzabi's housekeepers and thugs who were waiting outside.

Now you are satisfied.

Facing Mizke's words, the butler didn't answer, he waved his hand behind him, and a thug took out a money bag and handed it over. The butler took the purse and threw it to Mizke. This is the money you sold the land, and don't say that the baron is bullying you.

Our whole family is very grateful to the Lord Baron for his kindness. How can we speak ill of him.

The housekeeper didn't take Mizke's sarcasm seriously either, these Romanian people just needed a hard lesson to be honest. The family will soon lose sight of them, and there is absolutely no need to talk. By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you. You don't have to rent land next year. Our Lord Baron plans to raise pigs in the field.

After hearing the butler's words, Mizke couldn't stand it any longer, and went forward to beat them up. Several thugs swarmed up behind the housekeeper and knocked Mizke to the ground. Watching Mizick being knocked down,

The butler said with a sneer. Dare to fight with me and hit me hard.

Seeing his son being beaten, Borbo stepped forward and tried to push them away, but when the beater pushed him away, he fell to the ground and fainted motionless.

Don't hit me, I beg you not to hit me, the mother said, seeing her son being knocked to the ground, kneeling down and crying.

Okay, stop. The steward saw that it was almost the same, and continued to speak to Mizke. Tell you this is Hungary, not Romania, and be smarter next time.

After speaking, he greeted the thugs and walked away. The mother stepped forward to help Mizke who was beaten, and the two quickly checked his father's condition. Seeing his father's eyes closed, Mizke hurriedly went to the town to find a doctor.

Your father is now stimulated by his mental state, causing a physical reaction. Whether he can survive it depends on him. The doctor invited by Mizke said to him after the diagnosis.

Can my father still be treated, doctor? Mizke asked.

It depends on whether your father can survive. The doctor walked out after saying that.

Looking at his emaciated father on the bed, Mizik's inner anger could not be quelled. However, he knew that there was absolutely nothing he could do about Baron Ilzabi. This time, he realized the tragic life of the Romanian people in Austria-Hungary. At this moment he felt for the first time that Transylvania in Romania would not have such a hard time.

While taking care of his father, his friend Brollcu and the villagers had all come to see him, and they all hated what Baron Ilzabi had done, but there was nothing they could do.

Although Mizke spent all the money he brought back on his father, unfortunately he did not save his life and died half a month later. After Mizke finished his father's funeral, he took his mother to leave his hometown with his good friend Brolku. In his heart he swore to himself that when he came back next time, Ilzabi would pay his debts in blood.

This time, the goal of his return will not be the Volkswagen factory. He will go to the military academy in Bucharest to enroll, for himself and for his father.

(Bantou is late again, here I want to say, I wish everyone a happy new year and good luck in the past)