After settling down, An Ning and Fanny took to the streets of Briena together.
In the city of Briena, you can feel the pastoral scenery even when walking on the street.
That feeling is a bit like An Ning's feeling when she was a child in her last life, living in the urban-rural fringe of a small city.
When An Ning was out of school when she was a child, there were many farmers at the school gate selling home-pickled sauerkraut for two cents a dish. Sprinkle it with hot sauce and you could enjoy it for several minutes.
Put down the plate and take two steps, you can see farmland on the side of the asphalt road, and sometimes buffaloes are plowing the fields.
This kind of scene was rarely seen when An Ning entered junior high school. When he grew up, if he wanted to experience the same atmosphere, he would have to play games like "My Summer Vacation".
And now Briena gave An Ning a familiar feeling.
There are no asphalt roads in Brienne yet, and it is more pastoral.
Walking peacefully on the road, you can even smell the smell of feces, it's so pastoral.
Fanny: "Master, you seem to be very concerned about the smell around you?"
An Ning: "Are you okay? You can see this?"
"I am a maid, and it is my duty to observe the master's expression at all times."
Isn't this as simple as observing expressions? An Ning thought to herself that she didn't express any feelings about the smell in the air just now, but Fanny still noticed it.
Could it be that Fanny's character is that kind of perfect and chic maid, the kind of maid who needs to be able to stop time?
While An Ning was complaining in her heart, she saw a bakery sign in front of her, and a woman came out of it holding a bag of bread.
The bread in the woman's arms all looked like hard baguettes.
An Ning couldn't help but ask Fanny: "Um...is all French bread the kind of baguette that can be used as a weapon? Isn't there any softer bread to eat?"
An Ning stayed in Paris for several months, and all the bread he ate was hard. Even the bread basket on the Duke's dining table contained hard bread like wood chips.
Unexpectedly, what I saw in another place was still a hard baguette.
Fanny looked at An Ning in confusion: "Soft bread? Do you mean cake?"
——Fuck, is there really no soft bread in this world?
Wait, An Ning suddenly remembered a saying: Although Europe knows the fermentation method, it only uses it to make cheese and wine, and does not ferment the dough for baking bread at all.
Bread made from unfermented dough will be as hard as wood, right?
Damn it, I originally thought that when I traveled to France, at least I wouldn't suffer much in terms of food, but I didn't expect that I was careless.
Fanny looked at An Ning's changing expressions with confusion on her face: "What are you thinking? Did I do anything to make you show such colorful expressions?"
An Ning: "No, you didn't do anything. How far is it from Brienne Military Academy?"
"It's not very far. After all, this city is not big. After turning in front, you will see the city's main shopping street. There are all tailor shops on this street. Go to the end and turn around, and you will find the road leading to the military academy."
Having said that, An Ning had just turned the corner, and a slightly less pastoral street stretched in front of him into the distance.
The ground of this street is paved with large bricks, which is obviously smoother than the road An Ning walked on just now, and the sound of horse hooves hitting the road is clearer than before.
There are shops on both sides of the road, and there are more pedestrians on the street.
An Ning even saw a bookstore on the street. There was a stall selling newspapers at the door of the bookstore.
An Ning walked up and took a look and found that the newspapers on the stall were all published in Paris several days or even a week ago.
Seeing that An Ning was interested, the newspaper stall owner approached An Ning and said mysteriously: "The latest newspaper! It even serialized the latest love story of the Queen! It is said that the Queen recently hooked up with a commoner, and that commoner won three duels.
He killed an earl, a marquis and a duke each, it was so fierce!"
Fanny: "Pfft."
An Ning: "Why are you laughing?"
"I didn't laugh, it was your imagination."
Seeing that An Ning was not interested, the hawker added: "Why don't you read this, the latest political commentary in Paris! It calls for the establishment of a parliament like the United Kingdom. From now on, nothing can be said by His Majesty the King. It must be approved by the Parliament! The gentlemen in Paris said,
What is this called..."
An Ning: "Constitutional monarchy."
"Ah, yes! Constitutional monarchy! It's so exciting! Let's have a try? This is tantamount to rebelling against the king!"
An Ning thought to herself that this was not a big surprise. In a few years, the people of Paris would give the King an even bigger surprise.
An Ning: "Give me a copy of the queen's love story, and I will read the story between her and the commoner who won three duels."
"Okay!" The stall owner immediately took something and handed it to An Ning, "This is the last one!"
Just as An Ning was about to pay, Fanny stepped forward and placed the five-sou copper plate on the stall.
Fanny: "It seems that everyone wants to read the queen's love story."
The vendor smiled and said, "That's right. After all, she is a woman from the Habsburg family. It is said that she is very beautiful. Men can... uh, solve their problems just by looking at the queen's name."
Fanny looked sideways at An Ning: "Is that so?"
An Ning: "I just wanted to see what Mirabeau was doing."
"In addition to Mr. Mirabeau, there are many people in Paris who are writing about the queen's erotic history."
An Ning was responding to the maid's words, when suddenly the door of the bookstore next to him was opened, and the clerk threw a child wearing an ill-fitting military uniform out of the bookstore: "Go! My books are still for sale! They are not for you to stand here and read.
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The child who was thrown out looked to be only nine to ten years old. His trousers were too high and the military uniform he wore looked more than one size too big, making him look like a clothes rack.
He has curly brown hair and bright eyes, and he looks very shrewd.
He cursed and stood up from the ground, picking up the fallen military cap.
An Ning noticed that this guy was left-handed.
At this time, several military cadets passing by pointed at the children who were thrown out and laughed: "Look! The Corsican guy was thrown out again!"
"The poor Corsican! He should be banned from the bookstore!"
An Ning was shocked: Corsica, left-handed! Isn't this the one?
So he took a step forward and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"Sir! You'd better stay away from that Corsican dwarf, it will bring you bad luck!" Several children in the distance "advised", "No noble gentleman will have anything to do with this Corsican dwarf."
Good luck getting involved!"
An Ning took out a handkerchief and handed it to the "Corsican unfortunate": "Wipe your face. You just put your hands on the ground and touched your face immediately, leaving gray marks."
The Corsican child put the handkerchief back into An Ning's hand, and then took out his own handkerchief: "I have it, but thank you anyway."
An Ning stood up straight and said to the children who were laughing at him: "A true gentleman should be kind to others. When he sees someone falling, he should step forward to help him instead of laughing at him."
Several children looked at each other, then ran away asking for trouble.
Then An Ning stretched out her hand to the child she was helping: "Hello, my name is Andy Frost. I am the son of a cobbler. I am entering Brienne Military Academy this year."
The child hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly said: "Napoleon Powanaparte also entered the Brienne Military Academy this year."
This child spoke with a very strong accent and was somewhat hesitant. It was obvious that he was not particularly accustomed to French.
Then he emphasized in awkward French: "I am a nobleman, a Corsican nobleman!"