Romanian Eagle

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

　　 "Your father needs some help from him."

　　Mizk heard his mother's vague answer, and suddenly became alert to the emotions he didn't care about. He is no longer the young man three years ago, knowing that his mother was hiding something from him. Mizick asked eagerly. "Did something happen to mother's house?"

　　 Looking at his son's caring and eager expression, his mother secretly sighed and told him that she knew that she couldn't hide it. "Something happened at home recently..."

　　 In his mother's account, Mizk learned that the Hungarian land noble Ilzhabi, who lives in the town, planned to build a country house. He took a fancy to a place where he planned to build a villa, and the only piece of land in the Mizke family was next to the newly built villa. This makes Il Dhabi feel imperfect and intends to buy his family's land and turn it into a garden. There was no problem at all, but in the price, the Ilzhabi master showed his stinginess, and he was only willing to give half of the market price. The manager usually rents the land of the Hungarian nobleman Ilzabi, but how could his father Borbo agree that this is the last piece of land in his family. Seeing his family's refusal to agree, Il Dhabi used money to communicate with the government department and wanted to take his family's land to himself.

　　 It happened that Edel was about to marry Princess Sophie Marie. The Austro-Hungarian Emperor Joseph I ordered that Romanians should not be oppressed during this time. This thing was not done, and it can be regarded as the crown prince’s preferential treatment to the Romanian people living in Austria-Hungary. Seeing that the government was unwilling to make extravagances during this period, Il Dhabi did not give up. He raised their price to the market price and said that it was the last sincerity. If his family didn’t know what to do, he would let them withdraw the rent, his father. Bolbo is the theory of the past.

　　 Hearing what his mother said, Mizick felt that things were not good, so he untied the luggage from the car and rode his bicycle to Il Dhabi’s house.

　　 Mizk rushed to the town house in Ir Dhabi, a three-story garden villa. This was built by Il Dhabi at a cost of 60,000 kronor 15 years ago. There are 18 rooms, front and back gardens and a small fountain. It is one of the best mansions in the town.

　　 When Mizk arrived, he happened to see his father being pushed out of the door by Ilzhabi's thugs. Seeing the old father who fell to the ground, Mizick yelled. "stop."

　　 Il Zabi's men watched as a young man rushed forward, and a man with the appearance of a housekeeper sneered after seeing the people clearly. "Who am I? It turned out to be Mizick, who made a lot of money in Romania. You just came here to persuade you, a stubborn father, that we, Baron Il Zabi, are interested in your land and intend to trade fairly. This is also for the good of your family, and I hope your father and son will think clearly."

　　 Mizick stepped forward to help his old father, who was just over forty years old, with gray hair, and said to the housekeeper with red eyes. "We will consider it well."

　　 "Or you have seen the world and knows the proper measures." The housekeeper was very satisfied with Mizick's reply and asked these thugs to plan to return to the villa. After two steps, as if remembering something, the butler turned and said to the father and son. "Don't say that we didn't give you time to think about it. You need to see the procedures for buying and selling this land in three days. Otherwise, huh~huh~"

　　 "Father, let's go back first, and discuss the sale of the land again." Mizk said with red eyes looking at his father comfortingly.

　　 "Mizick, this is our last piece of land, what should we do if we don't have it." The old father looked at Mizick with blank eyes, and continued talking with his hands on his clothes.

　　 "I just want to change a piece of land, can't you? Mizick, can you tell me that it really doesn't work?" At the end of the word, the father fell on his son's shoulder in tears and wept bitterly.

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

　　 After speaking, he helped his father walk towards the bicycle step by step. When he reached the bicycle he bought for his friend, he rode the bicycle and drove his father home.

　　Mizk knew that he did not have any strength in his hometown, but Ir Dhabi was different. He also knew how many years he had been here and how powerful he was. Mizick is not a three-year-old kid himself, and he is incapable of shaking Irzabi anyway. Now he doesn't want to accept this humiliation anymore, and gradually has the idea of ​​bringing his parents to Romania to live.

　　 "Mizick, you are back. I heard that you went to Il Dhabi. How is it now?" Broerku saw Mizick coming back with his father at his house, and asked his friends with concern.

　　 After helping his father into the house, Mizick said to his friend with a gentle expression. "Thank you for your concern, Brolcu, how are you doing now?"

　　 "I'm having a good time, I'm sorry for what happened to your house now that I can't help you." Broerku said to him with regret.

　　 "I won't blame you, after all, you have to take care of your family, and I am the same. We are not three-year-olds anymore, and you are very happy to see me." Mizick stepped forward and patted his friend on the shoulder and said. After speaking, he pointed to the bicycle he rode back and said. "Come and see how I feel about the gift I brought you."

　　 "I can't take this bike for Mizick in this situation. You should use it yourself."

　　 Seeing this bicycle, Broerku realized that it was the best permanent bicycle on the market at a price of three or four hundred crowns. It was a lie to say that he didn't want it, but the situation in Mizick's house made him feel he couldn't take it.

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

　　 "Brorku, take it, I also have a bicycle like this in Romania." Mizk cheated his friend in good faith.

　　 In the end, under Mizick's semi-compulsiveness, Broercu accepted the bicycle. Mizick went back to the room and looked at his dazed father, and sighed inwardly. Then he brought the gifts back and gave them door to door. Everyone who received a gift thanked him and expressed sympathy for what happened in his family. This makes Mizick feel more and more that perhaps moving to Romania is a good choice.

　　 On the third day, the former butler from Il Dhabi came to his house with his thugs.

　　 "You are Mizick. I heard that you are doing well at work in Romania. I believe you have figured out the purpose of my visit this time."

　　 Hearing the butler who I had seen before looked at him arrogantly, he was not afraid of the appearance that they would not agree. Mizick handed him the agreement document he signed, and the housekeeper frowned and said. "This requires your father Borbo's signature."

　　 "Are you going too far?" Mizick asked angrily.

　　 "Our baron master said that he needs your father's signature." The butler looked like you could do anything to me.

　　 "Okay, I will let my father sign the charge." Mizick said, completely suppressed.

　　 After speaking, he entered the room and looked at his ailing father, and took his hand to sign and press his fingerprints. Mizk walked out of the house with grief and gave the transfer agreement to the butlers and thugs of Il Dhabi who were waiting outside.

　　 "Now you are satisfied."

　　 When facing Mizick, the housekeeper did not answer, waved behind him, and a thug took out a purse and handed it over. The butler took the purse and threw it to Mizick. "This is your money for selling the land, let alone the Lord Baron oppressing you."

　　 "Our whole family is very grateful to Lord Baron for his kindness, how can I say bad things about him."

　　 The butler did not take Mizick's ridicule either. These Romanians would be honest only if they had to be severely taught. The family will soon lose sight of them, and there is no need to talk about them. "By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you. You won't have to rent land next year. Our Lord Baron intends to raise pigs in the land."

　　 After hearing the housekeeper's words, Mizick couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to beat them up. Several thugs from behind the housekeeper swarmed up and knocked Mizick to the ground. Watching Mizick being defeated,

　　 The housekeeper said with a sneer. "Dare to do it with me and beat me fiercely."

　　 Bolbo saw his son being beaten and tried to push them away, but he was pushed aside by the beater and fell to the ground and passed out motionlessly.

　　 "Don't fight, I beg you not to fight." The mother knelt down and cried when she saw her son being knocked down.

　　 "Okay, stop ~ www.wuxiahere.com~ The butler sees that it's almost the same, and continues to Mizick. "Tell you this is Hungary, not Romania, next time I'll be smart. "

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

　　 "Your father has been stimulated due to his mental state, causing a physical reaction. It is up to him whether he can survive it." The doctor Mizick invited said to him after the diagnosis.

　　 "Doctor, my father can still treat me?" Mizick asked.

　　 "It depends on whether your father can survive." The doctor walked out after speaking.

　　 Looking at his thin father on the bed, Mizick's inner anger could not be calmed down. But he knew that Baron Il Dhabi had no way at all, and this time he realized the miserable life of the Romanians in Austria-Hungary. At this moment, he felt for the first time that Transylvania would not have such a hard life in Romania.

　　 While taking care of his father, his friend Broerku and his fellow villagers have all visited him. They all hated what Baron Il Dhabi had done, but they were helpless.

　　 Although Mizick spent all the money he brought back on his father, it was a pity that he did not save his life, and he passed away half a month later. After finishing the funeral for his father, Mizick took his mother to leave his hometown at the farewell of his friend Broerku. In his heart, he vowed to himself that he would pay Ilzhabi the blood debt when he came back next time.

　　 This time he will not go back to the Volkswagen factory. He will go to the military school in Bucharest to sign up, for himself and his father.

　　 (Mantou is late again, here, Mantou wants to say, I wish you all a happy new year and good luck in the past)