Romanian Eagle

After the financial war ended, Prime Minister Stuart fell ill from overwork. For an old man, it is estimated that he will have to rest for many days this time. The crown prince also put down his tired body and mind and took a rest. Edel has been sloppy with the two maids these days. Now Edel is sitting on a chair leaning forward, supporting his head with his right hand, looking like he is out of energy, and obviously he is over-resting.

"His Royal Highness, our victory this time is not too much, because we stopped the four major foreign banks, and we only made 2.45 million pounds after deducting various expenses. The Prime Minister of the Reserve Bank's profit strongly requested to stay in the bank, so our own only got 98 Ten thousand pounds." Edel was listening to the captain of the guard, Carrust, introducing the results of the post-war. After the chief guard finished speaking, the crown prince yawned.

"His Royal Highness should pay more attention to rest and take care of your health." Carrust was a little disgusted to persuade the crown prince, "Okay Carrust, I will pay attention." Edel casually agreed to the loyal captain of the guard, for Carrust In other words, this is the limit of what he can do.

"Is there anything else?"

"No more, Your Highness."

The crown prince saw Carrust's tall and straight back walking out the door. Edel knew that the upright captain of the bodyguard was a little bit overwhelmed by his own life these days. Edel's current way of decompressing is not too outrageous. Everyone has their own way of relaxing, and now it is worthy of being reborn for a while.

When Edel was living his childhood leisurely. The local Romanians in Transylvania are being oppressed by the Hungarians. Due to the rise of nationalism in the 20th century, the Hungarian government also continued to persecute the Romanians.

In Transylvania's Deva County, a small town called Brad, more than half of the residents are Romanians, and their ancestors have lived here for generations. On this day, Mizke and his father were busy with farming in the rented land. The sun radiated its own heat to the earth, and Chi was chirping weakly from the trees. Mizke straightened his aching waist and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a dirty sweat towel.

"Father, let's take a break." Mizik said to his father, who was only in his 40s and looked like he was in his 60s. Ah. The ground rent has not been reduced this year, so we have a hard time this year." Even if my father is going to rest, he is still most concerned about his harvest. "Why didn't Mr. Ilzabi lower the rent for us? He did so after hearing about the Hungarians and Germans in the neighboring village." Even though he was drinking water, Mizke still complained about the discrimination against them by the Hungarian landlord.

"Can't you be quiet, if he hears that our family will be asked to quit the lease." The old father looked around and taught his son nervously. Everyone in the town knew that this Ilzabi was a fanatical nationalist, right The Germans of their own race and dominance can still give some face, and have no respect for the Romanians at all.

"It's much better now than before. In the past, these Hungarians not only discriminated against us, but also set double standards for land rent. We pay more than the Hungarians. There are basically no officials like us Romanians." The old father looked around again and posted He whispered into Mizke's ear. "Half the land in Ilzabi was acquired from us at that time."

"Didn't they expose them at that time?" Mizke also asked his father in a low voice, "Why not, but most people have been taught a lesson by him. There are also a few who are not afraid of death, and he used the money to throw them into prison. If it hadn't been for the memorandum movement back then, we would have had a harder time now." My father was also in a turbulent scene back then. Romanians from all over the world rushed to Cluj, the trial site, to support the memorandum campaigners who were being tried, and the scene was crowded with people. This also allowed Austria-Hungary to make concessions, all of which are now won by the Romanian National Party.

"I heard people say that Romania is developing well now, and the farmers there are richer than us,

And no one discriminates against them. If they become workers, they can send money to their families to improve their lives. Mizke said the news he heard with longing eyes, and his father asked after hearing Mizke's words. "Who told you that." "

"Brorcu from the village next door, his cousin went to Romania and still works in the factory. He just came back a few days ago and brought a jacket to Brorcu. This guy wears it every day to show off." Mizke said with a look of envy, seeing his son's expression, the father sighed secretly, not knowing what the hardships Hungary imposed on them could end.

After the chat ended and the father and son drank a little water, Mizke asked his father hesitantly. "Father, I want to go to Romania. I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm almost fed up with those Hungarians. I want to find a place to live that doesn't discriminate against my identity." His anger was unbearable.

Looking at his excited child, the father saw himself more than 20 years ago. Also unwilling to be oppressed, their generation chose to be willing to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Joseph. Now this group of people choose Romania, hoping to get Romania's help. This is a change in people's hearts and an indictment of dissatisfaction with Austria-Hungary.

"Go ahead and have a look in Romania, at least no one is actually you." The father's wish for his son is still satisfied, who doesn't want the child to be better than himself. Mizik, who was approved, smiled and was full of hope for the future.

"You will go to the next village and ask Broerku's cousin to see if he can take you there. Remember to bring something, and don't ask for help empty-handed." Father instructed Mizke. "Okay father, I'll go get some cheese at home and see." After Mizke said that, he returned home and went to the next village to find Brolku with his things. Seeing Houji's son, his father smiled and continued to work in the fields. Farm work could not be left behind.

Mizke met him on the road before he got to Brollku's house. Still wearing the jacket that his cousin bought, he was not afraid of the heat. Seeing Mizke coming over, Brolku stepped forward enthusiastically. "Is something wrong with Mizke, still holding something." Mizke stepped forward and patted Brollku on the shoulder and boasted. "You look so much better in this jacket" Brolku, who was praised, narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"I'm looking for you Brorcu."

"What's up?"

"Can your cousin take me with you when you go back this time?"

"I have to ask my cousin to find out. Now several people are looking for my cousin, hoping to go to Romania to work." Brorcu said uncertainly.

"Then let's go to your cousin's house and ask."

The two came to his cousin Bougaville's house, and before they even entered the door, Brollcourt shouted, "Cousin is here to see you." Bougaville, who heard the shouting, saw the two walking in before he came out. room. "Okay cousin, do you want the whole village to know every time you come here?" Bougaville said to his cousin, "I have something to look for you this time, this Mizke from the next village and I are good friends. , I want to go to Romania this time to see if I can find some work."