After the end of the financial war, Prime Minister Stuart fell ill from overwork, and for an elderly man, he was expected to have to rest for many days. The crown prince also put down his tired body and mind to rest, and in the past few days, Eder has accompanied the two maids to debauchery. Now Edel sat in his chair leaning forward, his right hand supporting his head, looking like he was not energetic, and he was clearly over-rested.

"Your Highness, our results this time are not too much, because we have only made a profit of 2.45 million pounds after deducting various expenses from the four major foreign banks, and the Prime Minister of the Reserve Bank has strongly requested to stay in the bank, so we only get 980,000 pounds for ourselves." Eder was listening to the chief of the guard, Calust, explain the results of the battle. After the chief of the guard finished speaking, the crown prince yawned.

"Your Highness, pay more attention to rest and take care of your body." Caluster was a little overwhelmed to persuade the crown prince, "Okay Calust, I'll pay attention." "The loyal chief of the guard that Edel casually promised, for Calust, this was the limit of what he could do.

"Anything else?"

"No, Your Highness."

The crown prince saw Calust's tall back walking out the door, and Edel knew that the upright chief of the guard was a little overwhelmed by his own life these days. Eder's way of decompressing now is not too out of line, everyone has their own way of relaxing, and now he is worthy of being reborn for a while.

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

More than half of the inhabitants of Brad, a small town in Transylvania's Deva county, are Romanians, who have lived here for generations. On this day, Mizik and his father were busy with their farm work in the rented land, and the sun cast its heat on the earth, and knew that there was a weak chirping in the trees. Mizik straightened his aching waist and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a dirty sweat towel.

"Father, let's take a break." Mizik said to his father, who was in his forties and looked like he was almost sixty, "Then let's go to the field and drink some water, this year the rain is not good, the harvest will be difficult." This year, the rent has not decreased, and we have a hard time this year. "Even when my father is about to rest, he is still most concerned about his harvest." Why didn't Lord Ilzabi lower the rent for us, when he heard that the Hungarians and Germans in the neighboring village had lowered it. Even while drinking water, Mizik complained about the discrimination against them by the Hungarian landlords.

"Can't you be quiet, he heard that our family will be asked to quit the rent." The old father looked around and lectured his son with a nervous expression, and the whole town knew that this Ilzabi was a fanatical nationalist, who could give some face to his own people and the dominant Germans, and had no respect for the Romanians at all.

"It's much better now than before, when these Hungarians didn't just discriminate against us, they set a double standard on rent, and we paid more than the Hungarians. Officials are basically not our Romanians. The old father looked around again, and whispered to Mizik's ear. Half of the land in Ilzabi was acquired from us at that time. ”

"Didn't you expose them then?" Mizik also whispered to his father, "Why not, but most people have been taught by him." There are also a few who are not afraid of death, and they were also put in prison with his money. If it weren't for the memo movement back then, we would be even worse off now. The scene of my father is also in a surging mood, and Romanians from all over the world rushed to Cluj, the place of trial, to show solidarity with the memo activists who were being tried, and the scene was crowded. This also allowed Austria-Hungary to make concessions, all of which were now won by the Romanian National Party.

"I've heard people say that Romania is doing well now, that the farmers there are richer than us, and that no one discriminates against them, and that if you become a worker, you can send money to your family to improve your life." Mizik's eyes showed yearning as he heard the news, and his father asked when he heard Mizik's words. "Who told you that?"

"Brolcu, from the next village, his cousin went to Romania and still works in a factory. I came back a few days ago and brought a jacket for Brolku. This guy is now wearing everywhere every day to show off. Mizik said with a look of envy, and when he saw his son's look, his father sighed secretly, not knowing what the suffering that Hungary had inflicted on them would end.

After the small talk was over, the father and son drank a little more water, Mizik asked his father with a hesitant expression. "Father, I want to go to Romania and I don't want to live like this. I'm getting fed up with those Hungarians and I want to find a place where I don't discriminate against who I am. The more Mizik spoke, the more agitated he became, and the anger hidden in his heart was unbearable.

Looking at his excited child, the father saw himself more than 20 years ago. Unwilling to be oppressed, their generation chose to make a concession to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Joseph. Now this group of people has chosen Romania in the hope of receiving Romania's help. This was a change of heart, and an indictment of dissatisfaction with Austria-Hungary.

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

"You'll go to the next village and ask Brolco's cousin in a moment, and see if he can take you there. Remember to bring something with you, and don't ask for help empty-handed. "Father commanded Mizik." Okay father, I'm going to go get some cheese at home. With that, Mizik returned home, took his things and went to the next village to find Brolku. Seeing the monkey's anxious son, the father smiled and continued to work in the field, and the farm work could not be left behind.

Mizik had not yet reached Brolkou's house when he met him on the road. Still wearing the jacket that his cousin bought, he was not afraid of the heat, and when he saw Mizik coming over, Brolkou stepped forward enthusiastically. "Is there anything wrong with Mizik, still holding something." Mizik stepped forward and patted Brolkou on the shoulder. "You look so much better in this jacket," Brolku's eyes narrowed with a smile as he received the compliment.

"I've got something to look for you, Broku."

"What's the matter?"

"Can your cousin take me with him when he goes back this time?"

"I had to ask my cousin about this, but now several people have come to my cousin, hoping to go to Romania to work." Brolkou said uncertainly.

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

The two of them arrived at his cousin Bugavel's house, and before they could enter the door, Broroku shouted, "Cousin has come to see you." Before Bugaville, who had heard the shouting, had come out when he saw the two of them enter the room. Okay cousin, every time you come, you have to know the whole village. Bugaville said to his cousin, "I have something to do with you this time, this Mizik from the next village is good friends with me, and I want to go to Romania this time to see if I can find some work." ”