Teacher Mi listened to his student's words and finally sighed.
As a researcher who was busy in the laboratory most of his time, he was not very proficient in the art of war and anything related to this topic. But what he knew very well was the fact that the northern tribe needed to rob resources for their people to live well.
Because in winter, there was almost no resources that they could take from nature.
It was very bad.
As for trying to cultivate it himself, Teacher Mi had to say that he didn't have such capability. His knowledge were all related to war and he had no interest to stay behind and did nothing on the back.
He had worked hard for the past few years.
All for the sake of this war.
"Sure. That will be a good idea," Teacher Mi said calmly.
Bu Hui also nodded when he heard his teacher's words. Their lives were comfortable because they were treated very well by the Chief and given a lot of resources. But most people in the tribe had to work hard if they wanted to eat.
They couldn't be as comfortable as this pair of teacher and student.
"Where's your junior brother?"
"He's preparing the army to set off. He said that it's better to finish the war quicker," Bu Hui replied.
The snow had just fallen but he was already ready to go to war. It could be said that this man followed Teacher Mi only for the sake of getting enough knowledge of the technology that they would use in the war.
Teacher Mi nodded, not surprised of his student's decision. From the moment the chief told him to take his son as his student, he had guessed what the chief wanted to do.
Instead of letting the brat learning knowledge of how to make it, it was more like he let him be familiar with these weapons so that he could lead the soldiers. Because as the future chief of the tribe, he had to be ready to lead the northern tribe in the future.
If what he made was truly useful for war, then he had to be the first one to use it.
This was what the Chief wanted.
"So early, huh?" Teacher Mi nodded.
Even though he said that, he didn't seem to be surprised at all. If anything, Teacher Mi was looking at the jar in his room and took them out before handing it to his student.
"Teacher, this is…?"
"It's the gunpowder used for the cannon resupply. Without good enough gunpowder, you can't shoot the cannon well," Teacher Mi replied calmly and pushed the jar to his student. "But don't waste it. There's not much that I managed to make and I know that you will go to the battlefield too."
"Teacher, that…"
"The laboratory doesn't need you to stay all the time," Teacher Mi said calmly. "And if you want to fight for your future, don't you need to do other things too?"
For Teacher Mi, he was already close to fifty years old and was already considered old. Even though his appearance looked like a middle aged man, this was mainly because he took care of his appearance.
But if he had to say about his strength and so on, then Teacher Mi had to apologize because he knew that he was relatively weaker compared to others.
Seeing his two students often discussed the war and so on, Teacher Mi naturally knew that Bu Hui didn't want to be constrained in the laboratory like him.
As much as he hoped that Bu Hui could be his successor, he understood that it would be impossible to force Bu Hui to do things that he didn't want to do. Perhaps in the future, there will be someone else who could replace him and his student in the research.
So he would not stop Bu Hui from going out.
"Teacher…" Bu Hui looked at his teacher with touched expression. He solemnly bowed to his teacher and said, "I will definitely come back, Teacher. At that time, I'll let you know that your teaching is not for naught."
Not for naught?
Teacher Mi looked at his student and then kicked the other party. "You better get back safely before thinking unnecessary things."

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