Hearing her son's question, a hint of darkness flashed in the mother's eyes, and she immediately recovered.

"Your father needs his help with something."

Mizik heard his mother's vague answer, and the emotions that he didn't care about in his heart suddenly became alert. He is no longer the young man he was three years ago, and he knows that his mother is hiding something from him. Mizik hurriedly asked eagerly. "Is there something going on in my mother's house?"

Looking at her son's concerned and eager expression, the mother sighed secretly and told him that she knew that she couldn't hide it. "I've been doing something at home lately......"

In his mother's account, Mizik learned that the Hungarian landed nobleman Ilzabi, who lived in the town, intended to build a country house. He had his eye on a place where he was going to build a villa, and the only piece of land that Mizik's family had was next to the newly built villa. This made Ilzabi feel imperfect and planned to buy his family's land and turn it into a garden. There was nothing wrong with the matter, but in the end, the old man of Ilzabi showed his stinginess in the price, and was only willing to give half of the market price. The manager was also renting the land of the Hungarian nobleman Ilzabi, but how could his father Borbo agree that this was the last piece of land for his family. Seeing that his family did not agree, Ilzabi used money to communicate with the government department and wanted to take his family's land into his own hands.

As a result, Eder was about to marry Princess Sophie Marie, and the Austro-Hungarian Emperor Joseph I ordered that the Romanians should not be oppressed during this time. This did not happen, and this was also regarded as the crown prince's preferential treatment of Romanians living in Austria-Hungary. Seeing that the government was unwilling to make trouble during this time, Ilzabi did not give up, raised the price of their piece to the market price and said that this was the last sincerity, if his family still didn't know what to do, let them quit the rent, his father Borbo is the past theory.

Hearing his mother's words, Mizik felt that something was wrong, so he unpacked his car, rode his bicycle and hurried to Yilzabi's house.

Mizik panted and rushed to Il Dhabi located in the town residence, which is a three-storey garden villa. Built fifteen years ago at a cost of 60,000 kroner, Ilzabi has eighteen rooms, front and back gardens and a small fountain, making it one of the best mansions in town.

When Mizik 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, Mizik yelled. "Stop."

Ilzabi's men watched a young man rush towards him, and a butler-like man sneered when he saw the coming. "Who shall I be? It turned out to be Mizik, who made a lot of money in Romania. You have come just in time to persuade you, stubborn father, that our Baron of Ildhabi has taken a fancy to your family and intends to buy and sell it fairly. This is also for the good of your family, I hope you father and son will think clearly. ”

Mizik stepped forward to pick up his gray-haired father, who was only in his forties, and said to the butler with red eyes. "We'll think about it."

"Or have you seen the world and know how things are done." The butler was pleased with Mizik's reply, and called the thugs to return to the villa. After taking two steps, as if remembering something, the butler turned to the father and son. "Don't say we didn't give you time to think about it, you need to see the sale and purchase procedures of this land in three days, otherwise, hum~hum~"

"Father, let's go back first, and discuss the matter of selling the land again." Mizik looked at his father with red eyes and said comfortingly.

"Mizik is the last piece of land we have, what if we don't have it." The old father looked at Mizik with blank eyes, and grabbed his clothes with both hands to continue.

"I just want to change the land, can't I? Mizik, tell me it's really not going to work? In the end, the father fell into tears and fell on his son's shoulder, crying bitterly.

"Father, we're going to have a good life, you have to trust me." Mizik comforted his father.

After saying that, he helped his father step by step towards the bicycle, and when he reached the bicycle he bought for a friend, he rode on the bicycle and drove his father home.

Mizik knew that he didn't have any strength in his hometown, but Ilzabi was different, and he knew exactly how many years he had been here and how powerful he was. Mizik himself is not a three-year-old child, and he is not capable of shaking Ilzabi on his own no matter what. Now he no longer wants to accept this humiliation, and gradually has the idea of bringing his parents to live in Romania.

"Mizik, you're back, I heard you went to Ilzabi, how are you doing now?" At his house, Brolkou saw Mizik returning with his father, and asked his friend with concern.

Mizik helped his father into the back of the house and said to his friend with a soothing face. "Thank you for your concern, how are you doing now, Brolku?"

"I'm doing well, and I'm sorry that there's nothing going on in your house that can help you." Brolkou said to him with a look of regret.

"I don't blame you, after all, you have to take care of your family, and so do I. We're not three-year-olds anymore, and I'm glad you came to see me. Mizik stepped forward and patted his friend on the shoulder. After saying that, he pointed to the bicycle he was riding back and said. "Come and see what I brought you a gift, how does it feel."

"Mizik now I can't take this bike, you better use it yourself."

Seeing this bike, Brolku recognized that this was the best permanent brand bike on the market right now, and it cost three or four hundred crowns. He said he didn't want to be a lie, but now the situation in Mizik's house made him feel that he couldn't take it.

Faced with his friend's rejection, Mizik knew it was for his own good, but he had his own ideas now.

"Brolku, you just take it, I have one of these bikes in Romania too." Mizik was benignly deceiving his friend.

Eventually, under the semi-coercion of Mizik, Brolku took the bike anyway. Mizik returned to the house and looked at his father in a trance, and sighed inwardly. Then he sent the gifts he brought back from door to door. Everyone who received a gift thanked him and expressed sympathy for what was happening in his family. This made Mizik feel more and more that maybe moving to Romania would be a good option.

On the third day, the butler of Ilzabi came to his house with thugs.

"You are Mizik, 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 that the butler he had seen before looked at him arrogantly, he was not afraid of their disagreement at all. Mizik handed him his signature papers, and the butler took them and said with a frown. "It needs to be signed by your father, Borbo."

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

"Our baron said that your father needs to sign it." This butler looks exactly what you can do.

"Okay, I'll get my father to sign it." Mizik said with a complete suppression of emotion.

After finishing speaking, he entered the house and looked at his depressed father, and took his hand ruthlessly and signed it and pressed his handprint. Mizik walked out of the house in grief and gave the transfer agreement to the butlers and thugs of Ilzabi who were waiting outside.

"Now you're satisfied."

The butler did not answer Mizik's words, waved his hand behind him, and a thug took out a money bag and handed it over. The butler took the money bag and threw it to Mizik. "This is the money you paid for selling your land, not to mention that Lord Baron oppressed you."

"Our family is very grateful to Lord Baron for his kindness, where would he speak ill of him."

The steward was also unimpressed by Mizik's ridicule, these Romanians just need to be taught a hard lesson to be honest. The family will soon be out of sight of them, and there is no need to talk to them. "By the way, there is one more thing I want to tell you, next year you will not have to rent land, our lord baron plans to raise pigs in the field."

Hearing the butler's words, Mizik could no longer bear it any longer, and stepped forward to beat them up. Several thugs rushed up behind the butler, knocking Mizik to the ground. Looking at the knocked down Mizik,

The butler said with a sneer. "Dare to do it with me, give me a hard beating."

Borbo saw his son being beaten and stepped forward to push them away, but the thug pushed him away and fell to the ground and fainted.

"Don't fight, I beg you to stop." The mother said when she saw her son being knocked to the ground and fell to her knees and cried.

"Okay, stop it." The butler saw that it was almost over, and continued to speak to Mizik. "Tell you this is Hungary and not Romania, give me a little smarter next time."

After saying that, he beckoned the thugs to leave, and his mother stepped forward to help Mizik who was beaten, and the two hurriedly checked his father's condition. Seeing his father's eyes closed, Mizik hurriedly went to the town to find a doctor.

"Your father is now stimulated by his mental state, causing a physical reaction, and it is up to him whether he can survive it." He was diagnosed by the doctor Mizik and said to him.

"Doctor, can my father still treat him?" Mizik asked.

"It's up to your father to survive." The doctor walked out.

Looking at his emaciated father on the bed, Mizik's anger could not be calmed. However, he knew that there was nothing he could do about Baron Il Zabi now, 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 time in Romania.

During his care for his father, his friend Brolkou and his fellow villagers came to see him, and they all hated what Baron Ilzabi had done, but could not do anything about it.

Although Mizik spent all the money he brought back on his father, it was a pity that his life was not saved and he died half a month later. After finishing his father's funeral, Mizik left his hometown with his mother under the farewell of his friend Brolku. In his heart, he secretly swore that when he came back next time, he would let Ilzabi pay for his blood debt.

This time the target 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.

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