A Beggar's Road Through Troubled Times, A Shocking Reversal
Black Mountain's shadow rolls beneath clouds swept away,
The realm is in turmoil, and common folk bear the cost.
The palace at Xianyang looms with the dragon's might,
Across the nine provinces, countless households seethe with grievance.
The Qin Emperor's glorious unification,
His iron laws lock the dawn away.
Taxes and labor levies break a thousand families' bones,
While anger smolders like fire in the people's hearts.
In a poor alley, a beggar weeps in the frigid night,
With no branch to cling to, he clutches his life in chaos.
Rags conceal a lofty ambition,
Snow and wind cover him, yet his heart burns like a lamp.
By chance, the Silicon God awakens his confused dream,
And in his ear, a voice from the future seems to speak.
Gold and silver flow, concealing the world's great truths,
The way to govern awakens wisdom across the ages.
He crosses mountains of blades to forge a path to wealth,
Raises his arm and summons heroes, stunning the realm.
The merchant's way, sharp as a sword, cuts through the laws of the land,
He moves hearts with strategy, surpassing a thousand soldiers.
He stockpiles provisions, cutting the enemy's lifeline,
Mints currency and wields its power to command the world.
Gold for spear, the people for shield,
The economy overturns the imperial court.
The Qin Emperor remains as fearsome as ever,
His iron cavalry sweeps across the Six States.
Who could have guessed the way of wealth would break through arms and armor,
As the realm's struggle for supremacy stirs a storm?
Who will remember the collapse of an empire after a thousand years?
The people will engrave the merchant's name in their hearts.
From then on, the realm belongs to the people,
And Zhao Han's name will endure in the history books.
