One day at the end of August, the rumble of cannons was heard from a manor on the outskirts of Paris.
An Ning held a monocular and looked at the target in the distance. Several impact points landed far away from the target.
Before An Ning could comment, Fanny behind her spoke first: "It's really bad that the accuracy is so bad."
"No, Fanny." An Ning shook her head and turned to look at her maid, "These people have only received artillery training for a month. If they can fire the cannon, they will be considered a victory."
An Ning paused and added: "Being able to fire the cannon without hurting yourself is considered a victory."
Fanny: "Is it okay to have such low requirements? The situation is so chaotic now..."
The situation is indeed very chaotic and will become even more chaotic in the future.
At times like this, it is naturally a good thing to have an army that is loyal to you.
An Ning looked at Fanny and smiled: "Do you think such an army is unreliable in a chaotic situation? You are overthinking it. This is the artillery of the National Guard, not my own private army."
Fanny: "Isn't it?"
"Of course not. Never say such things in front of outsiders."
"Of course." Fanny lowered her eyes and put on a humble look, "Even if I have a bad mouth, I will never say these words in front of outsiders. However, although you do not regard them as your private soldiers,
But I'm afraid they don't think so. I heard the non-commissioned officers you appointed say more than once that they only recognize the captain."
After Anning captured the Bastille, his military rank was promoted to captain by Lafayette.
"Did they say that?" An Ning glanced at the maid, "That's because I gave them extra military pay. At the current price of bread, without the extra military pay, their whole family would be hungry."
While talking, Sergeant Jean Bol, who was promoted by An Ning, ran over, saluted An Ning, and reported loudly: "All artillery groups have been fired, please give instructions!"
"Bring everyone back. Remember to clean the cannon." An Ning ordered.
"Yes!" Jean Bol saluted again, turned and left.
Looking at the back of this "elected" sergeant, An Ning couldn't help but want them to shout "loyalty! sincerity!" when saluting.
There is no other way, "The Fifth Republic" has no other merits except that it is very powerful.
Fanny interrupted An Ning's reverie at this time: "Now the price of bread has increased again. Although our bread is provided by the Duke, there is no need to worry about it for the time being, but if the price of bread continues to increase, maybe Paris..."
An Ning interrupted Fanny: "Don't worry, it's almost September now. There will be no major disasters this year and the food harvest will be bumper. Then the price of bread will drop."
Fanny: "Is it too late?"
"It's only a few months. According to my estimation, there will be at most another large-scale riot in Paris." An Ning said confidently.
There was indeed only one large-scale riot in history before food prices came down.
If An Ning remembers correctly, it should be in October.
It's only August, so early.
An Ning: "I'm going to the Palace of Versailles to attend a meeting. Let the groom drive the car out."
The manor where An Ning lives now belongs to the Duke of Orleans. The Duke lent the house and the servants and grooms to An Ning, so now he no longer has to take a taxi to the Palace of Versailles.
Of course, the location of this manor is not easy to find a taxi - the manor is already outside the city, and even falls outside the scope of the Thiers city wall planned and built in 1846.
Such a remote manor, surrounded by completely empty fields, as well as shrubs and woodlands under the name of the Duke of Orleans, gave An Ning enough space to practice his artillery.
Of course, this has something to do with the fact that today's artillery has a shorter range. Artillery drills at this time did not require such a large venue.
In such a wilderness, there was no place to find a taxi, so An Ning took the Duke's carriage to the venue instead.
The Duke of Orleans specially ordered that the family crest be removed from the carriage.
Originally, the Duke wanted to ask the carpenter to put an emblem on An Ning's carriage that was exclusive to An Ning, but unfortunately, as the son of a cobbler, An Ning did not have an emblem that could represent himself.
In the end, the Duke ordered the carpenter to carve An Ning's initials AF on the carriage.
To be honest, this abbreviation makes An Ning feel awkward, and she feels like she will be short of water at any time.
Not long after An Ning ordered Fanny, the carriage engraved with the words AF appeared in front of him.
The coachman had a sad look on his face, and when he saw An Ning, he just bowed hastily.
An Ning couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Fred?"
Fred was the driver's name.
"Sir, it's not about bread! My wife and I work in the manor, so we don't have to worry about bread, but my brother is just a painter. No matter how hard he works recently, the whole family can't have enough to eat.
"I know the adults in Versailles are worrying about more important things, but can't they use a little bit of their talents to help us solve the bread problem?
"Sir, you are the hero of the Bastille, give him some advice!"
An Ning curled his lips and said to himself that if the gentlemen of Versailles had a way, then there was indeed a way. All they had to do was let the people who were currently hoarding bread and grain open their warehouses to stock up on grain.
But the problem is that it is the gentlemen meeting in Versailles who are hoarding food now.
Of course, An Ning couldn't tell the truth, so she sighed and patted Fred on the shoulder: "Tell your brother, everything will get better by late October. Food prices will fall by then."
Fred frowned with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Can we just wait more than a month?"
An Ning nodded: "Well, yes."
Fred smiled: "Great, but it's coming to an end. As soon as I send you to Versailles, I'll send a message to my brother and tell him the good news!"
Peace is a bit unpleasant.
He opened the carriage door and got into the car, turned around and waved to Fanny: "I'm leaving."
"Have a nice trip." Fanny waved off with a straight face.
An Ning closed the car door, and Fred waved his riding crop: "Drive!"
The carriage started slowly.
**
After arriving at Versailles, as soon as he entered the royal conference hall, which was usually used for meetings, Danton came over happily and took An Ning's hand: "You're here! I heard from Mounier that today the """, which has been reviewed for many days, will be finally passed.
Declaration of Human Rights, equality, liberty and fraternity will be realized in France!"
An Ning said: "But there is no bread."
Dandong was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his nose awkwardly: "This... bread is only a temporary difficulty. With the official signing of the August decree, the countryside will calm down, and farmers will harvest this year's crops, and the price of bread will
Back to normal.”
Robespierre came over and cursed: "His Majesty the King is dragging his feet not to sign the August Decree. If you ask me, we should take more resolute action."
An Ning: "How could he sign? As a king, signing a decree means that he also gave up his feudal power. Was he still the king at that time?"
Robespierre: "Of course! The King of England also gave up a considerable part of his feudal power and handed it over to Parliament, but isn't he still the King of England now?"
It can be seen that the current Robespierre is not the radical republican he was later. Any time he becomes radical, there will be a process.
Robespierre was now clearly in a less radical phase.
At this time, Mounier, the elected Speaker of the National Assembly, stood on the podium: "Everyone! Today we are going to vote on the final draft of a great declaration! What is now in your hands is the final draft of the Declaration of Human Rights.
!We have one hour for final discussion!
"In an hour we will vote on this declaration!"
An hour later, the National Assembly unanimously adopted the Declaration of Human Rights.
Mirabeau stood up and shouted: "Long live! Long live liberty, equality, and fraternity! Long live the tricolor emblem! Long live the declaration!"
An Ning also shouted long live in the crowd, but what lingered in his mind was the worried face of the coachman Fred just now.
The Declaration is of course very important. It established the basic principles for legislation in most countries in later generations and was a great progress in human history.
But the declaration would not buy bread, and the people of Paris would soon be hungry and take actions that would shock the decent gentlemen present.