King's Landing in France

Chapter 53
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.

**
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 a fool"...

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.

(End of this chapter)