The Wei River is muddy and yellow, and it flows endlessly. It was the early years of the Warring States Period, when the Zhou Dynasty was in decline and various countries were in dispute. Lao Qin lived in the western border, and his people were strong but poor. The State of Wei seized my Xihe River, the State of Chu watched our merchants in it, and the soldiers and cavalry of Yi Canal invaded the border every year. Qin Xiaogong Ying Quliang stood at the head of Yueyang City, looking at the ruined country. The silk letter in his hand asking for a virtuous order was soaked with sweat.
"In the past, I, Duke Mu, dominated Xirong... The princes were humble to the Qin Dynasty, and there was no greater ugliness..." He recited the words in the order seeking talents in a low voice, and every word was like a whip hitting his heart. In the distance, several farmers were working hard in the cracked fields, their faces full of hunger and numbness.
Grand Tutor Ganlong approached tremblingly: "Your Majesty, the envoy from Wei has arrived again and asked me to pay tribute to Qin Sui with a thousand war horses."
Duke Xiao clenched his fists and his knuckles turned white: "Tell them, the Qin people would rather die in battle than pay tribute!"
As the sun set, he handed over the order of seeking talents to his attendants: "I am here to tell the world that anyone who can make Qin strong will be willing to share my territory with me!"
