King's Landing in France

Not long after the presentation of the sword, Napoleon set off for Valence, where his regiment was stationed, where the 16-year-old second lieutenant would receive his first men and his first cannon.

On the day of departure, An Ning sent Napoleon out of the city, and then saw him walking briskly on the road—because he refused An Ning's loan, Napoleon decided to walk to his regiment to report.

After sending Napoleon away, Anning continued his studies. He received his diploma and the rank of second lieutenant a year later, and then worked as a mathematics teacher at the Paris Military Academy under the operation of the Duke of Orleans.

This is An Ning personally asking the Duke for help. He doesn't want to leave Paris to serve in the army in the countryside. That way he will be far away from the center of the future storm. How can he sit on the fence!

On the day she got the military uniform, Christina, who was on duty in the palace, asked for leave and ran back, and held a small celebration party for An Ning with Fanny.

According to Christina, the Palace of Versailles has begun to save money, some rooms have been abandoned, and the royal tailors are constantly racking their brains to modify the queen's clothes to make them look like new clothes.

It is said that the Queen complained to Louis XVI every day, while His Majesty the King often locked himself in his tool room and played with his locks.

Later that year, the king revived the ousted Necker, hoping that he would use "magical magic" to solve financial problems as before.

But this time, Necker was no different.

In 1788, a whole year of natural disasters came.

Grain production has decreased, bread prices have soared, and there are complaints everywhere.

In the middle of this year, An Ning received a long letter from Napoleon. In the letter, Napoleon said excitedly: "The disaster is coming! There are farmers who can't eat everywhere around my station, profiteers in the city are hoarding, and the bread has already risen." It’s 30 sous each! Is the cataclysm you predicted coming soon?”

An Ning wrote back to Napoleon: "Yes, in this case, if the king continues to gather the representatives of the common people desperately, everything will be like a convex lens facing the sun, and all the heat will converge on one point, and it will become white hot. It's burning!"

At the end of 1788, Louis XVI, who couldn't bear it anymore, officially ordered the start of the selection of representatives, and planned to convene the three-level parliament that had not been held in 1789 years in 160.

On the day this news broke out in the Palace of Versailles, An Ning deliberately gave herself a good meal.

He's ready, the lap stamp collection is done, the wall-riding show is about to begin—

First of all, his first task is to get himself elected to the three-level parliament.

Without entering the three-level parliament, he can only be a bystander, and cannot really be a chic fence-sitting party.

Chapter 053

As a history buff, An Ning has always wanted to experience history, even in another time and space.

For this reason, he must obtain this seat, so that in the future he can sit in the National Assembly and witness those famous scenes with his own eyes.

To put it bluntly, An Ning still has a mentality of going to theme parks. Everything he does now is to grab tickets to this theme park called "French Revolution".

The representatives of the third level are elected—it is indeed true, but because of the limitations of this time and space organization ability, the turnout rate in each constituency is actually surprisingly low.

So a more accurate statement is: the representatives of the third level are elected by activists in various regions.

A worker who is busy making a living all day long in a factory that is already quite large must not care about voting for his own representatives.

In fact, those who can vote are those "activists" who often appear in various gathering places, clubs, cafes and tennis courts.

They are the chief readers of the newspapers that now fill the streets, and of the mass-printed pamphlets.

Not only that, they are also the main readers of the little yellow books of the queens concocted by Mirabeau.

So if you use your brain a little bit, you will know what kind of representatives these people will elect.

The king actually wants these people to vote for tax increases obediently, it is a dream.

This morning, An Ning got up early, and today was the voting day for the constituency where the Paris Military Academy was located.

The nobles with titles will vote in the military academy, and the elected representatives will represent the second class.

The civilians will vote in George Square, outside the Military Academy, to elect someone who can represent the third class.

The constituency allocated by An Ning has only one third-level seat, and An Ning is determined to win.

For this reason, he specially changed into his most decent set of clothes, and then put on the wig issued by the school-this wig is the standard equipment for military officers. A costumed rooster.

Fanny looked at An Ning and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going in military uniform?"

An Ning: "A military uniform will remind people of my officer status, and they will think that I am noble. Status is very important at this time."

Fanny: "If you want to emphasize your civilian status, you shouldn't wear chaps and stockings."

An Ning shook her head: "No, no, the voting time is in the morning, do you understand that the real trousers are working at this time? Bread is so expensive now, and they want to transfer the bread money.

"The people who come to vote are gentlemen of the common people who want to become as decent as the nobles."

Or, petite bourgeois, even though the word hadn't been born yet.

Fanny: "My God, I actually think what you said is very reasonable."

"Hey! I've always been reasonable, okay?"

"Maybe, I haven't read many books, and I don't understand the complicated things you said."

An Ning looked at Fanny suspiciously.

He didn't quite believe that Fanny hadn't read much.

Because Fanny can pick up all kinds of stalks, it gives people the feeling that she understands everything and can talk about everything.

But Fanny herself kept saying, "It's all just hearsay from the gossip of the maids."

An Ning withdrew her gaze, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and then clapped her hands: "Okay, I'll just set off like this, and when I come back victorious..."

"Wait a minute!" Fanny suddenly stopped An Ning who was about to go out, and helped him tidy up his clothes.

This act, like a newlywed wife, hit An Ning's heart, and he felt that his favorability for the little maid in his heart was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fanny: "Okay, now that you lose, it's not about your attire!"

An Ning: "You helped me organize my clothes just to say that!"

Fanny chased An Ning impatiently: "Okay, let's go, if you are late for your speech, no one will vote for you!"

An Ning was pushed onto the street by Fanny.

The hired carriage was waiting for him in front of the door.

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When An Ning arrived at George Square, a large number of gentlemen had already gathered in the square.

An Ning carefully observed their clothes: none of them wore trousers, they were all urban middle class.

It seemed that the lawyers, doctors, accountants, small merchants, and clerks of the whole city were concentrated in the square.

No one was speaking.

An Ning heard a loud voice asking: "Who are we going to vote for? Who is going to stand up and speak out!"

An Ning looked at the loud voice, and found that it was a man in long trousers, and from the expression on his face, he should be a streetwalker.

"Who are we going to choose?" Jie Liuzi shouted again, "Come out!"

An Ning stood directly on the flower bed by the side of the road, and shouted at the top of her voice, "I am a candidate for this district!"

All eyes around were all focused on An Ning.

——Wait a minute, why does this scene feel so like "everyone look up to me, I'm announcing something, I'm an idiot"...

To get rid of the embarrassment, An Ning continued: "I'm Andy Frost! I'm the son of a shoemaker! Now I'm a teacher at the French Military Academy!"

In fact, An Ning has another identity. He now has the rank of lieutenant and is an officer who can lead orderlies on the battlefield.

But An Ning deliberately concealed this, emphasizing her identity as a teacher at the military academy.

After introducing himself, An Ning went on to say: "Many of you may not have heard my name, but I have a nickname, you must know it very well! That's right, I am that noble killer! I have killed three people in a duel. A noble!

"Five years ago, I threw my glove on the face of a nobleman who despised me, and then I started the road to a duel. I used my sword to make him dare not despise me again!

"Now, I am here to elect a representative of the third class, to represent all of you, to the third class council, to throw gloves in the faces of noble gentlemen!

"I want to say to these old men who look down on us, fuck you, the third rank is everything!"

Sieyès' pamphlet "What is the Third Estate" has been published - just like in the history of another time and space, this pamphlet became the top class in Paris as soon as it was published, and the vast majority of Parisians, regardless of literacy Even those who are illiterate can come up with a famous saying in their voices: The third level is everything!

In this way, An Ning personalized the pamphlet and used it in her speech.

The result was just as An Ning expected, and the audience cheered together: "That's right!"

"It's everything!"

"Tell them at the three-level council! Tell His Majesty the King!"

At this moment, An Ning's opponent, a lawyer running in the same constituency, finally arrived.

He also found a flower bed and stood on it, pointing at An Ning across the huge square: "Don't listen to him! He is an officer of the king! As an officer, he must be loyal to the king! He even has an award from Louis XVI Medal!"

An Ning had already prepared for this, and he took out the medal: "You mean this?"

The other party seemed to have won a treasure, pointing to the medal and shouting: "Yes! Take a look, this is the proof of his loyalty to the king! He is... what are you going to do?"

An Ning rounded his arms, and threw the medal out at once: "Anyone who wants this kind of thing can take it! At first I thought that with the medal, the nobles would treat us as equals, but do they have it? No, they didn't! Even if I got a medal from the king, I'm still a commoner in their eyes, mud leg! Still an object of ridicule!

"I just saw this through and threw the glove on the face of that nobleman who looked down on me! Then I killed him in a fair, just, reasonable and legal way during the duel!"

The crowd cheered again.

An Ning noticed that those street sneakers mingling in the crowd yelled the loudest, and they liked this simple and direct way.

The lawyer wanted to say something more, but the cheers of the crowd drowned out his words.

Clearly, Mr. Lawyer has woefully inexperienced in street politics.

At this time, the lawyer suddenly decided to use Latin to counter An Ning: "We shouldn't choose a warrior to go up, otherwise the nobles will see our jokes!"

As soon as Latin came out, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Obviously, even in the hearts of ordinary people, it is indeed more noble to know Latin.

An Ning also retorted in Latin: "Who said I would make people laugh? Although I am only the son of a cobbler, I can still be proficient in Latin!"

The lawyer froze.

Then An Ning said in French: "Just now I told this lawyer friend that even the son of a cobbler can speak Latin!"

Immediately afterwards, An Ning switched to Italian: "Not only Latin, but I can also speak many other languages!"

He switched to German again: "I didn't even enter the military academy, and I already learned these languages! Even those nobles definitely don't have such excellent learning ability!"

The crowd cheered again—even though they didn't understand what An Ning said.

An Ning looked at the posture and felt that she should be stable.

Chapter 054 The Birth of the Friends of the People

An Ning was having a good time with his opponent, and the clerk in charge of voting said loudly, "Okay, let's start voting! Those who can write go this way, and those who can't write go the other way!"

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, most people flocked to the literate entrance.

Just as An Ning predicted, most of the people who came to vote were young bourgeois who could read and write.

Although the speech just now seemed to be effective, An Ning did not relax. He got a table and stood next to the voting crowd, calling loudly: "Vote for me, I will give those nobles a good look! Vote for me One vote! I'm Andy Frost!"

The effect of this trick was immediate, and some who wanted to sway also wrote "Andy Frost" under this offensive.

As for the lawyer who competed with An Ning for this position, most of the onlookers didn't even know his name, let alone voted for him.

The chaotic voting continued noisily until the afternoon.

When the real trousers started to leave work this afternoon, the voting in the square had already ended and the voting stage had begun.

This evening, the preliminary voting results have come out.

With this result, An Ning happily went to the Brittany Club to report to everyone. As soon as she entered the club, she saw Mara sitting at the bridge table with a sad face, playing solitaire sullenly.

An Ning asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

At this time, Dandong came over and took An Ning away: "Let him stay alone for a while."

An Ning looked inexplicable: "What's going on?"

"What else can he do? He went to elect a representative, but he lost the election." Dandong said lightly.

An Ning couldn't help frowning. To be honest, he couldn't remember whether Mara was elected as a representative when the third-level parliament was held for the first time.

But even if Mara is not selected, it is not surprising. This time-space is different from the original time-space in many details. It is estimated that the general trend of the entire history is fixed, but the specific details are full of randomness and accidents.

While An Ning was thinking about this, Dandong continued:

"Marat gave a round of impassioned speeches in his constituency, but in the end he was no match for the handsome face of his enemy."