Before dark, I finally found a simple cement road. I was lucky enough to see the wooden signposts in Keri Town at a not far crossroads. I walked on the quiet road surface for about 10 minutes along the direction guided by the indicators, so I arrived at my first destination, Keri Town.

Keri is an inconspicuous town, with narrow and dirty streets on both sides of the residential areas and shops composed of scattered low wooden houses. The only building that can be seen in the town is a medieval-era church built with stone at the entrance of the city. However, looking at the church's closed doors and piles of garbage in front of the door, I believe it has not been a week for a long time.

As night fell, I was tired and hungry, and finally got up the courage to walk towards the tavern where a four-wheeled carriage was parked at the door. As soon as I entered the door, I felt the noise inside was full of vitality. Under the dim candlelight, a large group of men in revolutionary outfits were flirting with women in full patriotic women's clothes (skirts without skirts). Several trousers outside the bar counter were tasting rum. Three men in a corner in the distance were eating food at a table, and whispering something.

No one inside noticed me coming in and continued his (her) activities. I walked straight to the counter. Before I could open my mouth, I was asked by the short bald man on the counter: "Hello, citizen, do you want to drink or..." He did not finish his words because he was surprised to find that the stranger in the lower-class monk robe standing in front of him was a stranger in a low-class monk's robe.

"Oh, hello, I am Chinese, from the East. The boat I was ridden on was robbed by the British fleet today, and everyone else was taken to Pokrole Island. I pretended to be a monk and was the only one who escaped." Seeing the boss's strange expression, I quickly poured out the story I had just compiled and explained in a low voice, "I am tired, hungry and thirsty now. Please help me make a bowl of vegetable soup and four meat pies. Sorry, when I escaped, I didn't bring my money. If I could compensate, I hope I could do some labor with you. Is it OK?"

The result of my words did not allow the bald man to end his expression. What's worse is that all the people in the tavern had stopped making noise and stared at the strange outsider silently. Under dozens of eyes, I was a little confused and at a loss. God knew what to do, but he just stood aside with a red face and embarrassment.

"Citizen, I will pay the food I asked for just now," one of the three people in the corner stood up and said to the boss. Then, he turned to me and said, "In addition, young men from the East, don't mind eating with us."

"Don't mind, don't mind," I almost ran over when I saw someone treat me to a meal that costs money, ignoring the expressions of others. Those who go to do things, those who should drink, and those who should flirt, and the lively scene just now resumed in the tavern.

When I walked over, a stool and tableware next to the person who was talking to me had already helped me get a stool and tableware. I sat down around the table and hurriedly thanked the person who was talking. This was the middle-aged man in his 40s, with a beard, a tight black top with a tight breast, and a tight pants. Next to him was a soft hat with three-color emblem and three-color emblem. Both of them were only in their 20s. The same outfit was just wearing three-color emblem and little red hood. Judging from their clothes and expressions, they should be the followers of middle-aged people.

Oh, it's still a revolutionary. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am Paul Balas, these two are citizens of Mirière and Vendome. You are from the East, can you introduce yourself to us?" Seeing that I kept looking at him and his partners, the middle-aged man happily introduced himself.

Paul Balas, a member of the National Assembly, a representative of the commissioner in Toulon, and one of the five leaders of the future Hot Moons' government? It depends on his age and dressing that match the "Balas" in history. Ha, I'm saved. If I curry favor with this great man who has been in the French political arena for six years, then I will be really rich. Of course, if I want to be lucky, it depends on Brother Napoleon.

"Hello, Mr. Balas, Mr. Mirière, Mr. Vendome, can I call you that? Also, can I ask what number it is today? I don't know how many days have I been in the dark cabin of the British?" I asked.

Balas nodded and said, "Today is September 8, 1793. However, the Public Security Commission discussed a plan and suggested that the National Convention amend the bill for the year. For the first question you asked, I suggest that you or you should make one of the titles in revolutionary France."

It was indeed this period, and I felt relieved and continued

"Yes, sir." I stopped and continued, "My name is Zhao Kai. You can call me Andrew. I am 23 years old this year from China under the rule of the Qing imperial power. My father was a peasant uprising leader who resisted the Qing government. Due to the traitor's rumor, the uprising failed. In order to escape the pursuit of feudal forces, my father had to cross the ocean and land in Luzon, marry and give birth to me. When my father passed away three years ago, I began to rely on my mother for life. At the beginning of this year, my mother also left..."

This is because I have practiced lies more than ten times, and the expressions on my face are naturally revealed as the plot changes in the story. What's more, the current Qing government implements a policy of closing the country, and at least the exchange between the East and the West, we must verify my files and wait for the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

"Andrew, a strong and magnanimous person, a good name. You speak French very well, where can you learn it?" Barras continued, and signaled his companion to pour me a glass of beer.

"Thank you, my godfather, a Calvinist priest. He also gave me this name. He was a French priest expelled by the Qing emperor. He lived with me and my family for 10 years. He taught me what he knew, but later died of illness in Luzon." I took a big sip of beer and found that it tasted similar to what I tasted in my previous life, but it was a little turbid and not very pure, but some of them were good. I didn't care about it with the beer brewer in my heart.

"Then you are a believer of God, but Andrew, why did you come to France from afar? You should know that the situation in France is very unstable, and all kinds of hostile forces are opposing us." Balas finally mentioned the question he wanted to know.

"Of course I came to learn the French revolution. When my father died, he held my hand and asked me to swear that I would continue to fulfill his unfulfilled mission of overthrowing the rule of the Qing emperors. I did want to do this, but I didn't know how to do it. However, my godfather once taught me to read the works of Voltaire, Montesquieu, Rousseau and others, and learned about their revolutionary ideas. Since then, I have begun to yearn for France. Especially the year before, when I learned about the news of the great revolution in Paris from a passing French merchant ship, I hoped to have the opportunity to come here to receive the baptism of the revolution. In May this year, after I sold all my property, I drove on a boat.

The Portuguese merchant ship heading to Lisbon for Europe. After a short stop at the end, he met several Portuguese Independenceists who yearned for the French Revolution. They made an appointment to cross the peninsula together and boarded the ship at the Port of Valencia. After coming to Marseille, they went north to Paris. Unexpectedly, when they were about to arrive at Marseille, the ship was hijacked by despicable British warships. I took an opportunity to jump into the sea to escape. Other partners may have been escorted to the island of Pokrole. I don’t know whether they are dead or alive now." After saying this, I pretended to be sad and angry and drank the remaining beer in one go. After trying to squeeze out a tear, I put down the cup with a heavy sound, lowered my head and stopped making any more sounds.

Maybe because of my infection, the few people next to me didn't say anything for a long time, just silently drinking the beer in their glasses. Balas also poured me another glass.

After a long silence, Chen Man, the four people, felt a little depressed in this happy tavern. So, Balas wanted to end the dullness between us, gently tapped the table with his fingers, opened his topic again, and asked me: "Then what are your plans now?"

"I planned to go to Paris, but all my belongings were robbed by the damn British pirates. Now I don't have a copper plate on my body. It seems that I must find a job to settle down and make some money before going to Paris." I said a little discouraged. The fabrication above is different, and this time I said my true thoughts. However, what can I do as a college graduate?

"Oh, this is really a troublesome thing. I wonder what you will do?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"In addition to my mother language, I am proficient in French and English, but I am not very good at speaking Latin. And I can keep accounts and help my parents do business for several years." Hehe, I have studied Latin for a few months, which is because of my old man, but I just don't learn it very well. As for accounting, my mother is a certified public accountant in a large company. I have never eaten pork but have always seen pigs running. I believe that the ink I hold in this regard will not be much worse than the "professionals" of this era.

"Oh, right, citizen Andrew, I have given you advice, how do you see. Now Toulon has fallen, the Republic's army and local volunteers have gathered around here, ready to recover the lost land at any time. My mission was to go to the Toulon Front (the organization of the front and the army already existed, but it was not officially started until the Napoleon era). General Carto, the commander-in-chief of the commander-in-chief, was the military commissioner. But the representative of Vendome just sent an emergency order from the National Convention: I asked myself and my assistant Mirière to rush back to Paris overnight. We were just talking about how to find a reliable comrade to take over my job. Now I decided to appoint you as my second assistant to inspect General Carto's troops, mainly responsible for the logistics and supplies of the army. What do you think?" After Balas said, looking at me, waiting for my answer.

Ah, no, after hearing the commissioner's words, my head couldn't react, thinking that such a good thing was encountered by me. In my memory, the head of the government in history recorded this way: although he was decisive, smart, meticulous, and had a high position, people had a very bad impression of him. People not only hated him, but also despised him. Shameless theft, unconcealed corruption, corruption with suppliers and speculators, and slew a banquet in front of hungry poor people. All of this made Balas notorious and became a symbol of corruption, sin and disintegration of the government. And Balas before me not only possessed the advantages praised by history, but at least I felt very good about him. He seemed to be his kind teacher, who helped a stranger in the East, and gave him selfless trust.

I was a little excited, and my face turned red again. This was just a result of excitement and speechlessness. But due to the habits of the Eastern people, I wanted to refuse politely. But this future head of government showed extremely firmness in his appointment, saying that this was an absolute trust in the abilities of revolutionary comrades from the East, and the internship in the army helped me return to my hometown to carry out the revolution in the future, etc. So, after repeated refusal, I took on this position with joy.

Of course I have to be happy. Now the Republican army in the west of Toulon is under the control of that fool Carto. Although the special commissioner (no, the second assistant commissioner) does not have any military rank and cannot directly command the troops to fight (but the National Convention has acquiesced to the special commissioner who can take over command when the commander is not in good condition), his power is not small. His weekly report will be handed over to the National Convention and the Ministry of the Army, and it may be circulated in the hands of Robespierre and others. His status is equivalent to the (agent) military supervisor of the ancient Chinese army.

Seeing that I accepted his appointment, Balas was extremely happy and raised a glass to celebrate with two of his colleagues. Then, at their request, I described the situation and products in the East. These were too familiar to me and I didn't need to be made up at all. During this period, I also finished the dinner delivered by the cook.

Before the happy talks ended, the commissioner signed and issued a letter of appointment for me, leaving me with thousands of francs and thirty gold francs (also called gold Louis. At that time, France's monetary policy was quite chaotic, and its calculation unit was Liver or francs, but the actual currency circulating was divided into three types: gold, silver and copper: gold coin 1 Louis = 24 liver; silver coin 1 Eju = 3 liver; copper coin 1 Su = 1/20 liver) as the activity funding, and also gave me a triangle hat with the free emblem. Assistant Mirière gave me two sets of fitted clothes, and representative of Vendome gave me a pocket watch. After saying goodbye to each other, Balas and his group rushed to Paris in a carriage parked outside the tavern overnight. I spent the first night in Kori to this world.

Tonight, I haven't been asleep all night.

Note 1: In history, Balas was indeed the representative (commissioner) of the National Convention in Toulon. After Toulon fell, he fled to Nice with General Aprap and returned to Paris, rather than coming to Kori. At that time, the two who served as commissioners in the Toulon Legion were mainly Sali, Chetty and Gasparin (the various commissioners in the army can be divided into military commissioners, political commissioners, etc. according to their specific responsibility). They lived in Marseille. As the war progressed, many parliamentary representatives and new commissioners were sent here. Similarly, in many parts of this book, the author will fabricate some things that do not conform to history for the sake of the plot development. Finally, please forgive the historical officials who like rigorously.
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