As a history lover, An Ning has always wanted to experience history personally, even if it is the history of 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 the mentality of visiting theme parks. Everything he is doing now is to grab the tickets for this theme park called "French Revolution".
The representatives of the third estate are elected - this is indeed the case, but due to the limitations of this time and space organization capacity, the actual voting rate in each constituency is astonishingly low.
So a more accurate statement is: the representatives of the third estate are elected by activists in each region.
A worker who is busy making a living all day long in an already large-scale factory will definitely not bother to vote 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 main readers of the newspapers that are now everywhere on the streets, and they are also the main readers of the mass-printed promotional pamphlets.
Not only that, they are also the main readers of the little pornographic books about queens concocted by Mirabeau.
So if you use your brain a little bit, you will know what kind of representative this group of people will elect.
The king actually wants these people to obediently vote for the tax increase. What a fool's errand.
This morning, An Ning got up early. Today was the day to vote in the constituency where the Paris Military Academy is located.
The nobles with titles will vote in the military academy, and the elected representatives will represent the second estate.
Civilians will vote in George Square outside the Military Academy to elect people who can represent the third estate.
The constituency allocated by An Ning only has one third-level seat, and An Ning is determined to win it.
For this purpose, he specially put on his most decent set of clothes, and then put on the wig issued by the school - this wig was the standard equipment for officers. Officers of this era had to dress themselves up when going to the battlefield.
A dressed-up rooster.
Fanny looked at An Ning and asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to wear a military uniform?"
An Ning: "The military uniform will remind people of my status as an officer, and they will think that I am a noble. Status is very important at this time."
Fanny: "If you want to emphasize your civilian identity, you shouldn't wear pants and stockings."
An Ning shook her head: "No, no, the voting time is in the morning, when the real trousers guys are working, you know? Bread is so expensive now, they have to transfer the bread money.
"The people who come to vote are gentlemen who want to become as decent a people as the nobles."
In other words, little bourgeoisie, although the term has not yet been born.
Fanny: "Oh my god, I actually think what you said makes sense."
"Hey! I've always been reasonable, okay."
"Maybe, I haven't read many books, and I don't understand the complicated things you are talking about."
An Ning looked at Fanny suspiciously.
He didn't quite believe that Fanny hadn't read many books.
Because Fanny can pick up on all kinds of memes, it gives the impression that she understands everything and can talk about anything.
But Fanny herself kept saying: "This is all hearsay from the gossips of the maids."
An Ning retracted her gaze, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and then clapped her hands: "Okay, I'll set off like this, and wait until 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 move, like that of a newlywed wife, hit An Ning's heart, and he felt that his affection for the little maid was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fanny: "Okay, now you lose and it's not about your dress!"
An Ning: "You helped me tidy up my clothes just to say this!"
Fanny rushed An Ning impatiently: "Okay, let's go. If you are late for your speech, no one will vote for you!"
An Ning was pushed to the street by Fanni.
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 gathered in the square.
An Ning carefully observed their clothes: none of them were wearing trousers, they were all urban middle class.
It seemed like the entire city's lawyers, doctors, accountants, small businessmen and secretaries were all gathered in the square.
No one is giving a speech.
An Ning heard a loud voice asking: "Who are we going to elect? Who is going to stand up and speak out!"
An Ning looked at the loud voice and found that he was wearing trousers. Judging from his expression, he must be a street kid.
"Who should we choose?" Street Liuzi shouted again, "Quickly stand up!"
An Ning stood directly on the flower bed on the roadside and shouted at the top of her lungs: "I am the candidate for this district!"
All eyes around him were suddenly focused on An Ning.
——Wait a minute, why does this scene feel so like "Everyone is following me, I am announcing something, I am stupid*"...
In order to get rid of the embarrassment, An Ning continued: "I am Andy Frost! I am the son of a shoemaker! Now I am 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 and emphasized his identity as a teacher at the military academy.
After introducing himself, An Ning continued: "Many of you may not have heard of my name, but I have a nickname that you must know very well! Yes, I am the noble killer! I have killed three people in the duel.
A nobleman!
"Five years ago, I threw my glove in the face of a noble who despised me, and then started a duel. I used my sword to make him never dare to despise me again!
“Now, I am here to elect the representatives of the third estate to represent all of you, go to the three-level parliament and throw my gloves in the faces of the noble gentlemen!
"I want to say to these gentlemen who look down on us, fuck you, the third estate is everything!"
Sieyès's pamphlet "What is the Third Estate" has been published - just like in the history of another time and space, this pamphlet became the top trend in Paris as soon as it was published. The vast majority of Parisians, regardless of literacy,
Even those who are illiterate can recite the famous saying: The third level is everything!
An Ning personalized this pamphlet and used it in his speech.
The result was just as An Ning expected, and the audience cheered together: "That's right!"
"It's everything!"
"Go to the Estates-General and tell them! Tell His Majesty the King!"
At this moment, An Ning's opponent, a lawyer running for the same constituency, finally arrived.
He also found a flower bed to stand on, and pointed 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.
Where’s the medal!”
An Ning was already prepared for this. He took out the medal: "Is this what you're talking about?"
As if he had found a treasure, the other party pointed at the medal and shouted: "Yes! Look, this is proof of his loyalty to the king! He is... what are you going to do?"
An Ning rounded her arms and threw the medal out: "Whoever wants this kind of thing can take it! I thought at first that with the medal, the nobles would treat us as equals, but do they?
?No, they didn’t! Even if I got a medal from the king, in their eyes I was still a commoner, a piece of shit! Still an object of ridicule!
"It was because I saw through this that I threw my glove into the face of that nobleman who looked down on me! Then I killed him in a duel, fairly and legally!"
The crowd cheered again.
An Ning noticed that the street kids mixed in with the crowd shouted the loudest. They liked this kind of simplicity and directness.
The lawyer wanted to say something else, but the cheers of the crowd overwhelmed his words.
Obviously, Mr. Lawyer has a serious lack of experience in street politics.
At this time, the lawyer suddenly decided to use Latin to fight back An Ning: "We shouldn't choose a warrior to go up, otherwise it will make the nobles laugh at us!"
As soon as Latin came out, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.
Obviously, even among civilians, knowing Latin is indeed more noble.
An Ning also retorted in Latin: "Who said I would make people laugh? Although I am just the son of a cobbler, I can still be proficient in Latin!"
The lawyer was stunned.
Then An Ning said in French: "I just told this lawyer friend that even the son of a cobbler can know Latin!"
Then An Ning switched to Italian: "Not only Latin, I also know many other languages!"
He switched to German again: "I have already learned these languages before I even entered the military school! Even those nobles definitely do not have such outstanding learning abilities!"
The crowd cheered again - even though they didn't understand what An Ning said.
An Ning looked at his posture and felt that he should be stable.