The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 8: First Arrival at Liyue Harbor

The first light of dawn appeared, and the white mist shrouded the sky.

On the official road leading to Liyue Harbor, a donkey cart carrying two people was moving slowly.

"Brother Chen, why don't I drive the car? I'm more experienced."

"Eh? Brother Lanyou noticed that I'm a novice driver?"

"... Generally speaking, even a donkey cart shouldn't be only slightly faster than a person walking like this."

Ye Lan, who had been observing patiently for a day, sighed, "Also, when ordinary people turn a car, they won't let the donkey stop first."

"Hahaha, brother Lan You has good eyesight and is quite knowledgeable. You are indeed a great businessman in Liyue."

Chen Tianfeng praised without feeling embarrassed at all, and then explained: "But Brother Lanyou doesn't know that this donkey cart is all my belongings. I am waiting to exchange them for some Mora when I arrive at Liyue Port for emergency use."

"The time Brother Chen has spent on the road has already exceeded the time spent on this donkey cart."

"Hey, Brother Lanyou, thank you for the compliment. My time is worthless now."

But my time is valuable!

Ye Lan felt a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she would have arranged for others to track it down. "Brother Chen, this old car is really not worth a few Mora... How about this, I will buy these things, and save you the trouble of looking for buyers, how about it?"

"How can I be so embarrassed..." Chen Tianfeng was symbolically shy: "Brother Lan You, how much Mora do you plan to give?"

"Four thousand Mora."

"Four thousand Mora?"

"Well, including the cart and the donkey, the total is four thousand." Ye Lan nodded: "Brother Chen, don't worry about it. The extra money will be my food expenses for the next two days."

No, I don’t think it’s too much, I think it’s too little…

Chen Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked carefully at Ye Lan's sincere eyes that did not seem fake, and thought of the inheritance given to him by his brothers in the Silver Wing Treasure Thieves Group.

Could it be that Mora’s purchasing power is actually very high, completely different from what it is in the game?
Well, this does make sense... I misunderstood Silver Wing's brothers, they are not paupers... Chen Tianfeng touched the purse at his waist, it was heavy.

It turns out that the assets in my pocket are worth more than a donkey cart.

"You are so polite, brother."

Chen Tianfeng grinned, patted her shoulder, and said generously: "But how can I let you suffer a loss? I remember that you also run a business of issuing certificates... How about this, I will use this car and these bits and pieces in the car to exchange for a simulated Liyue household registration, what do you think?"

Ye Lan twitched the corner of her mouth imperceptibly, knowing that this guy had already decided in his heart that she was selling fake certificates and that her business was probably somewhat shady. But it was also good this way, as it would allow him to relax his vigilance a little.

She thought about it and said with a smile, "Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Chen Tianfeng quickly made way, and Ye Lan was not polite either. He sat in the driver's seat and took the whip.

"Snapped!"

"Hmm!"

The old donkey brayed and its pace quickened significantly.

"Come to think of it, Brother Chen, aren't you worried that I might go back on my word?" Ye Lan said casually while driving the car, "After all, we didn't sign a contract. Once we get to Liyue Harbor, Brother Chen won't be able to do anything even if I go back on my word."

"No way! I am trusting Brother Lan You!"

Chen Tianfeng swore solemnly, but what he actually thought was that if this man dared to stand him up, he would just wait outside the city after the matter was done and end the cause and effect between them with a single knife - it just so happened that his time was worthless and he had nothing to do.

The incident of the Silver Wing Treasure Thieves successfully activated the bandit spirit in Chen Tianfeng's bones. It was unknown how long it would take to calm down, and it was even more unknown if it would ever calm down.

"Don't worry, Lan will live up to your trust!"

Ye Lan also clasped her fists, looking deeply moved.

The two looked at each other, their smiles more sincere than the other, but in their hearts they just treated each other's words as bullshit.

"The journey is still long, and it's boring to just sit there."

Chen Tianfeng changed to a more comfortable sitting position and suggested: "Brother Lanyou, why don't we take turns telling stories? It can be about local customs, folk legends, personal experiences, or made-up stories. To be honest, I am also a writer."

"Writer?" Ye Lan raised her eyebrows. She had never seen writers from any country like this.

"Yes, a writer." Chen Tianfeng said cheerfully, "That's what those older unemployed young people like to call themselves, 'writer'."

"Ah? Hahaha...Brother Chen is really funny!"

Ye Lan subconsciously covered her lips and chuckled, but suddenly her movements froze. Noticing Chen Tianfeng's slightly strange look, she coughed lightly and put down her arm without changing her expression: "Brother Chen, do you want to speak first?"

Why does this person look so feminine when she smiles... Chen Tianfeng blinked, glanced at her flat chest and protruding Adam's apple, and decided to respect her personal preferences.

"Let me go first. Yeah, I got it." Chen Tianfeng thought for a moment and said, "A few years ago, when I was a guest in Mondstadt, I met a lousy adventurer who claimed to be a great adventurer outside a tavern. He was drunk at the time and kept muttering 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry'."

"I was curious and had some free time, so I just listened beside him. I didn't expect to hear something extraordinary."

"This adventurer calls himself Stanley, but his real name is Hans Archibald, who is Stanley's partner. When the two were adventuring in the windless land [Sea of ​​Silence], Stanley died trying to save Hans. Hans has always felt guilty and hated why he was not the one who died at that time. So Hans pretended to be Stanley, not wanting the world to forget the name of this great adventurer."

Chen Tianfeng sighed: "As for his own name and identity, he no longer cares about it."

"It's a very touching story. You probably didn't expose him in the end." Ye Lan was very sure. "I had no reason to expose him. In fact, I did nothing. Because I couldn't do anything, even to comfort him." Chen Tianfeng didn't know what he remembered, and sighed: "Perhaps only God can save this confused adventurer."

"maybe."

Ye Lan wrote down the names of Stanley and Hans Archibald, and planned to have someone go to Mondstadt to check when he had time: "It's my turn. Brother Chen also knows that Liyue is a country that walks with the gods. What I want to talk about is the secret visit of the Rock King Emperor a hundred years ago. It is rumored that..."

Time passes quickly in the story.

Two days later,
The dusty donkey cart finally arrived at Liyue Harbor. Under Ye Lan's command, the old donkey pulling the cart had obviously lost weight and was panting weakly, looking like it could strike with death at any time.

Chen Tianfeng looked at this prosperous and majestic metropolis with amazement in his eyes. Liyue Port did not have majestic walls, but it did not hide its magnificent demeanor at all. The familiar yet unfamiliar "ancient style" buildings made Chen Tianfeng a little dazed.

Walking in Liyue Harbor, you can see the prosperity of the world.

The bustling crowds, the constant flow of traffic, and the ancient charm are completely different from the prosperous capitals of ancient times - at least in ancient capitals, no one would take selfies with a camera.

The streets of Liyue Harbor are wide, and the old donkey pulling the cart has finally returned to its initial slow pace.

Chen Tianfeng glanced at the shabby donkey cart, then looked at his coarse cloth clothes, scratched his hair, and felt like a country bumpkin coming to the city.

I'll have to change into nicer clothes later.

Chen Tianfeng muttered to himself and found that the donkey cart had stopped. The magnificent building with carved beams and painted rafters beside him looked very familiar, and there were two large stone lions placed in front of the door.

"Here we are."

Ye Lan threw the whip into the cart, not caring at all about her country bumpkin appearance. Her identity, appearance and name were all fake anyway.

"Are we there yet?" Chen Tianfeng was stunned.

"General Affairs Department, if Brother Chen wants to register his household registration, he must come here."

"General Affairs Department?"

Chen Tianfeng finally remembered where the person looked familiar. He let out a "hiss" and looked at Ye Lan with surprise.

No, bro, are you serious?

Isn't it a bit too arrogant to come to the General Affairs Department to apply for a fake certificate?

Don’t the Liyue Seven Stars care?

Or···

Chen Tianfeng reacted and his eyes twitched: "Brother Lanyou, is it really that easy to register for household registration in Liyue?"

"It's easy for those who find it easy." Ye Lan said some nonsense and smiled, "If Brother Chen regrets it, you can try it yourself first. I will give you the Mora of the donkey cart."

"No, no, I told you, I trust you, brother."

Chen Tianfeng didn't want to cause any trouble, so he smiled innocently: "Brother, can you do it alone? Why don't I go with you and help run errands."

"Brother Chen, you don't have to be polite. I have some connections in the General Affairs Department, so it won't be a problem to get a household registration." Ye Lan politely refused: "It's just that my 'connection' doesn't like to meet strangers, so please forgive me, Brother Chen."

"I understand. Brother, go early and come back early. I'll wait for you here."

Chen Tianfeng did not force it. After watching Ye Lan enter the General Affairs Department, he parked the donkey cart to a place where it would not be in the way. He leaned against the cart, holding a knife, and watched people coming and going.

Passersby either looked at him curiously, or glanced at him casually, or did not even look at him, showing no concern at all.

Chen Tianfeng watched with great interest. He touched a dry grass stem that he had pulled out at some point and hid in his arms, and held it in his mouth with his eyes half closed.

This is Liyue Harbor, which is much larger than in the game, more prosperous and more beautiful. It is worthy of being the only country in Teyvat that can print money.

Not long after, Ye Lan came back with a file bag made of kraft paper. She handed the file bag to Chen Tianfeng and asked him to check if there was anything missing: "Brother Chen, what are your plans next?"

Chen Tianfeng opened the file bag and flipped through it. His expression froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Damn it, he can’t read!

No, I don’t know Liyue’s characters!

We all speak Mandarin, why don't we use simplified Chinese characters? Are you so hypocritical?

Chen Tianfeng secretly felt a toothache. He pretended to flip through the documents, nodded, and closed the document bag again. "First, I will go and complete the tasks entrusted by my friends, and then try to find a leisurely job in Liyue that can support me."

"Then I wish Brother Chen immediate success." Ye Lan cupped her hands and said, "If Brother Chen has anything to discuss, you can come to No. 27 Willow Street, southeast of Liyue Harbor, and look for a man named Qian San. Just tell him your name, and I'll warn him in advance."

"I've made note of this. Brother Lan You is very thoughtful."

Chen Tianfeng was carrying a package filled with a wooden box and a brown paper document bag, with a long knife hanging from his waist and a clay jar in his arms. He watched Ye Lan drive away with the donkey cart.

It was not until the donkey cart disappeared from his sight that he muttered "What a loss" with some heartache.

The weather was just right at the moment. Chen Tianfeng held the jar and did not go to the clothing store to change into new clothes. Instead, he turned around and bought a map from a roadside vendor. He asked for directions and looked at the map as he walked towards his destination, the Wangsheng Hall.

There’s no rush about clothes and stuff, let’s find Yuan Mu a new home first.

People live their whole lives and in the end most of them live in a small box. This is a very important matter and cannot be taken lightly.

(End of this chapter)