After the financial war, Prime Minister Stewart fell ill due to overwork. For an old man, he probably had to rest for many days. The Crown Prince also put down his tired body and mind to rest well. In the past few days, Edel
He accompanied the two maids for a while. Now Edel was sitting on the chair and leaning forward, supporting his head with his right hand. He looked like he was low on energy. It was obvious that he had over-rested.
"Your Highness, our results this time are not too great, because after closing down the four major foreign banks, after deducting various expenses, our profit was only 2.45 million pounds. The Prime Minister strongly requested to stay in the bank from the Reserve Bank's profits, so we only got 98
Ten thousand pounds." Edel was listening to the captain of the guard, Kallust, introducing the results of the war. After the captain of the guard finished speaking, the crown prince yawned.
"Your Highness, you should pay more attention to rest and take care of your health." Calust was a little helpless and persuaded the crown prince, "Okay, Calust, I will pay attention to it." Edel agreed casually. The loyal captain of the guard, for Calust
To put it bluntly, this is the limit of what he can do.
"Is there anything else?"
"No more, Your Highness."
The crown prince saw Calust's tall back walking out of the door. Edel knew that the upright captain of the guard could not stand his life these days. Edel's current way of reducing stress was not too outrageous. Everyone
Everyone has their own way of relaxing, and now they feel worthy of being reborn for a while.
When Edel was living a leisurely life, 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.
In a small town called Brad in Deva County, Transylvania, more than half of the residents are Romanians, and their ancestors have lived here for generations. On this day, Mizik and his father were renting a farm.
The land was busy with farm work, the sun spread its heat to the earth, and cicadas chirped feebly on the trees. Mizik straightened his sore waist and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a dirty sweat towel.
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"Father, let's take a rest." Mizik said to his father, who was only in his forties and looked like he was almost sixty years old. "Then let's go to the fields to drink some water. This year's rain is not good and the harvest is difficult.
Ah. The land rent has not been reduced this year. We are not having a good time this year." Even though my father is about to take a rest, he is still most concerned about his harvest. "Why doesn't Mr. Irzabi lower the land rent for us? I heard that the Hungarians and Germans in the neighboring village
He surrendered." Even while drinking water, Mizik still complained about the Hungarian landowner's discrimination against them.
"Can't you please keep your voice down? If he hears this, our family will be asked to cancel the lease." The old father looked around and nervously lectured his son. Everyone in the town knew that this Irzabi was a fanatical nationalist who was against
The Germans, who are of the same race and dominant position, can still give some face, but 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 paid more than the Hungarians. There were basically no officials like us Romanians." The old father looked around again and posted
He whispered in Mizik's ear, "Half of the land in Irzabi was obtained from us at that time."
"Didn't you expose them then?" Mizik also asked his father in a low voice, "Why not? But most of them were taught a lesson by him. There were also a few who were not afraid of death, and he also used money to throw them into prison.
If it hadn’t been for the Memorandum Movement, we would have been even more miserable now.” My father was also very emotional at the scene. Romanians from all over the country rushed to Cluj, the place of trial, to support the trialed Memorandum Movement. The scene was a sea of people. This is also
Austria-Hungary made concessions, and now all this is won by the Romanian National Party.
"People who have heard of it say that Romania is developing quite well now. The farmers there are richer than us, and no one discriminates against them. If you become a worker, you can send money to your family to improve their lives." Mizik's eyes showed longing.
He was talking about the news he had heard. After hearing Mizik's words, his father asked, "Who told you."
"The cousin of Brolcu in the next village went to Romania and is still working in a factory. He just came back a few days ago and brought Brolcu a jacket. This guy now wears it every day and shows off everywhere."
Mizik said with an envious look on his face. Seeing his son's expression, his father sighed secretly, wondering how the suffering Hungary had inflicted on them would end.
After the chat ended and the father and son drank some more water, Mizik asked his father hesitantly. "Father, I want to go to Romania and see it. I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm almost fed up with those Hungarians, I think."
Find a place to live that doesn't discriminate against my identity." Mizik became more and more excited as he spoke, and the anger hidden in his heart could no longer be contained.
Looking at his extremely excited child, his father saw himself more than 20 years ago. He was not willing to be bullied. His generation chose to submit to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor Franz Joseph. Now this group of people choose Romania, hoping that
Getting help from Romania. This is a change in people's hearts and an indictment of Austria-Hungary's dissatisfaction.
"Go ahead and have a look in Romania. At least no one will look after you." The father is still satisfied with his wish for his son. Who doesn't want his child to live a better life than himself? Mizik met with agreement.
Smiling and feeling full of hope for the future.
"Go to the next village soon and ask Brolku's cousin if he can take you there. Remember to bring something with you and don't ask for help empty-handed." His father told Mizik. "Okay.
Father, I'm going to go home and get some cheese." After saying that, Mizik returned home and took his things to look for Brolku in the next village. Seeing his anxious son, his father smiled and continued.
When working in the fields, farm work cannot be left behind.
Before Mizik arrived at Brolcu's house, he met him on the road. He was still wearing the jacket bought by his cousin and was not afraid of the heat. When he saw Mizik coming, Brolku stepped forward enthusiastically. "Mizik
Is something okay, Zik? You are still holding something." Mizk stepped forward and patted Brolku on the shoulder and praised. "You look much better in this jacket." Brolku's eyes narrowed with laughter after receiving the compliment.
stand up.
"I need to see you for something, Brolku."
"What's up?"
"Can your cousin take me with him when he goes back this time?"
"You have to ask my cousin to know this. Now there are several people coming to my cousin, hoping to work in Romania." Brolcu said uncertainly.
"Then let's go to your cousin's house and ask."
The two came to his cousin Bougainville's house. Before they entered Brorkou shouted, "My cousin is here to see you." Bougainville heard the shouting and saw the two people walking in before he could come out.
"Okay cousin, do you want the whole village to know every time you come?" Bougainville said about his cousin, "I have something to ask you this time. This Mizik from the next village and I
We are good friends, and I want to go to Romania this time to see if I can find some work."
