The subsequent process is equivalent to Fanny taking An Ning on a date in Paris.
At least that's what An Ning thinks.
In An Ning's previous life, she always went shopping with girls as a group, and her experience of shopping alone with a girl like this was basically zero.
After all, before he traveled through time, he was still busy fighting for his future in 996 and had no time to think about solving personal problems.
Fanny took An Ning to a tailor shop to buy clothes, then to a daily necessities store to buy daily necessities such as wallets, and finally drank a cup of coffee at a roadside cafe.
When the sun began to set, An Ning finally took the taxi rented by Fanny and returned to the vicinity of the Royal Palace.
As soon as he got off the carriage, he heard someone delivering a speech to the crowd on the street.
The speaker, a nobleman wearing a wig, waved his hands and roared to the crowd: "In the New World, people have driven away the king and then declared that all men are created equal! New World people can do this, and we naturally
That’s okay! Why are nobles and priests born nobler than us?”
An Ning slowed down slightly because the person speaking looked like an aristocrat. A nobleman actually opposed aristocratic privileges in his speech...
Just when An Ning was confused, someone among the onlookers joked: "Marbury! Where did you steal another wig?"
The speaker roared: "I am a noble myself! But just because I am a noble, I know that there is nothing great about us, it's just that there is an extra 'virtue' in our name! This does not make us smarter!"
An Ning thought for a while and finally remembered who this was.
Gabriel de Mably, an Enlightenment thinker and utopian ****, if I remember correctly, he is seventy-one years old, and he is still giving a speech in the public space of the Palais Royal.
At this time, another onlooker shouted: "Come down, Mably, I came here to hear about the Queen's love affairs!"
"And Madame Lamballe's affair!" echoed another.
"You only know these romantic affairs! But what I am talking about is everyone's human rights! You will never become what Rousseau said as a citizen!"
The old gentleman began to curse.
An Ning was watching happily when Fanny suddenly coughed, attracting his attention.
"As long as you live in the Palais Royal, you can see scenes like this every day. The most indispensable thing in Paris is speeches, debates, and duels." Fanny said, "It's better to go in quickly, it will be dinner time soon."
An Ning: "Is this really common?"
"Yes, after all, the night is coming, and the trousers guys are used to going to the pub for a drink after work. Some of the best taverns in Paris have been opened in the house rented by the Duke. So at this time, the trousers guys will go to these pubs.
When people gather together, there will be people like Mr. Mabley preaching their views to them."
An Ning muttered: "Pants guy..."
Later books about the French Revolution liked to call the Parisian citizens sans-culottes, in order to emphasize the difference between them and the aristocracy.
I guess this guy in trousers is the origin of the term "sans-culottes".
Fanny stepped forward and pushed An Ning's back: "Let's go quickly, it's time to eat."
An Ning was pushed all the way to his master's place. At this time, several young people dressed as nobles came out of the side door of the Royal Palace and happened to meet An Ning face to face.
An Ning heard Fanny, who was pushing her behind her, mutter: "Damn, we still bumped into each other."
It seems that Fanny knows something.
"Look, could this be the son of the cobbler that Christina mentioned?" One of the noble young men pointed at An Ning and said, "After all, he is accompanied by Christina's bitchy little maid."
——Well, I actually recognized myself through the little maid.
Another aristocratic young man nodded: "It must be him, look at his ill-fitting clothes! He still wants to pretend to be a noble, and he doesn't want to think that the smell of leather shoes and shoe polish on him from so far away will betray him!"
It seems that this group of nobles equated cobblers with shoe shiners.
An Ning frowned. The other party's tone of voice, which was clearly looking for trouble, made him very unhappy.
So he held his head high and responded with neither arrogance nor humility: "I am Andy Frost, the cobbler's son. What advice can you give me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fanny lowered her voice and said: "Don't be provoked by them, they like to find trouble with people like you!"
"Advice?" Several nobles looked at each other, and then gathered around, "You asked us to advise you! Let me see, your trousers don't seem to fit well!"
"Of course it doesn't fit! After all, he has been wearing trousers since he was born. How can he possibly fit if he is suddenly asked to wear trousers?"
"Yes, he looks like a pig in trousers!"
The noble boys laughed heartily.
Before An Ning could retort, one of the aristocratic young men added: "When I heard Christina talk about your heroic behavior, I felt strange, aren't you a drummer? How could you beat a heavily armed robber?"
Another young man immediately said: "Look, it was too dark. The robber slipped and fell, and then hit his knife!"
"Or else, he actually wants to polish the robber's shoes," the third noble boy begged, "Oh, Mr. Robber, let me polish the handles of your shoes. Look, your shoes are completely polished."
It’s mud, my father is a cobbler, and my craftsmanship is very good! Then the robber believed it and was about to take off his shoes, and our cobbler hero took the opportunity to chop off the robber’s head!”
The teenagers burst into laughter again.
An Ning was furious. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Fanny had just said. The most common things in Paris were speeches, debates and duels.
And An Ning has a system in place. If he fights with a Western sword in a duel, theoretically speaking, he can never lose.
So An Ning took out the gloves she had just bought and threw them accurately into the face of the noble boy who was the first to come out of the Royal Palace.
All the noble boys fell silent for a moment.
An Ning finally had a chance to speak, and he said loudly: "Since you doubt my sword skills, why not try it yourself? I heard that there are often duels in Paris, so I guess you are also veterans of duels."
At this time, Fanny came over and pulled An Ning's clothes and whispered in his ear: "What are you doing? Duel with a noble. If you lose, you will lose your life. If you win, you will get into trouble! His parents will hate you for the rest of their lives."
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An Ning thought: No, after I win, the young master's parents will hate me for nine years at most, and then it will be up to them to choose a street lamp style they like.
Once the Great Revolution came, all nobles would play tricks.
At this time, the aristocratic young man whose gloves were thrown by An Ning asked through gritted teeth: "How brave, do you know who I am?"
An Ning: "I don't care who you are, even if you are the son of His Majesty the King, I will still fight you. Do you dare to accept the challenge from me, the son of a cobbler? If you don't dare, just shut up and get out!"