Chapter 610

I looked at the time and it was already ten o'clock in the evening. It was not a good time to disturb the teacher, so I could only wait until the next day to call again.

Su Miao was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, with something on his mind. The moonlight from outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the wall.

There were several times when it felt like a long time had passed, but when I turned on the desk lamp, only an hour had passed.

It was not until the neighbor's rooster started crowing, breaking the silence before dawn, that Su Miao fell into a deep sleep in exhaustion.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. She jumped out of bed, not even having time to change into her pajamas, and hurried to the living room.

The aroma of braised food was already coming from the kitchen. Su Yuan was busy in the yard. Seeing his daughter get up, he said:

"Miaomiao, what do you want for breakfast?"

"It's all right, Dad. I need to make a phone call first." Su Miao's tone was filled with anxiety.

Su Yuanzheng laughed and said, "You're so anxious that you want to call as soon as you open your eyes. Is there something urgent?"

"It's about the Taifu's former residence. I want to tell my homeroom teacher and ask him for any good suggestions."

Hearing his daughter's words, Su Yuanzheng put down the work in his hands and walked over with concern. After all, he was also an eyewitness and hoped that this matter could have a happy ending.

Since his father also wanted to listen, Su Miao simply pressed the hands-free button, took a deep breath, and dialed Professor Wen.

After the phone rang a few times, Professor Wen's gentle voice came from the other end: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Professor Wen, I'm Su Miao."

"Oh~ Su Miao~ I was wondering why it was an out-of-town number. You should have returned to Yongcheng by now."

Professor Wen's voice was filled with smile, and it seemed as if one could feel his kind face through the phone.

"Yes, Professor Wen, I'm back home. I told you before that my father and I would drive back to Nancheng. We encountered something when we passed through Xingcheng, and I wanted to talk to you about it.

Do you remember Professor Zhou Jing, the author of "A Study of the Origins of Hunan Culture," who also graduated from University A?

"Zhou Jing? Of course I remember! He is my senior, so you can call him old senior or uncle. What's wrong? What happened?" Professor Wen's tone became concerned.

Su Miao quickly told everything he had seen and heard in Star City, as well as the crisis facing the Grand Tutor's former residence:

"Professor Wen, as an archaeology student at University A, I feel I can't just sit back and watch. However, my personal influence is so limited, so I'd like to ask if you have any good suggestions."

Professor Wen was silent for a moment, then his tone turned serious, "I never thought such a thing would happen! How can a provincial-level cultural relic protection site be demolished at will?!"

Su Miao, the way you handled this matter is absolutely correct. Although I want to help, this is definitely not something you, a student, can interfere with.

Give me Professor Zhou's contact information, and let the teachers handle the rest."

He sighed and said, "Senior Zhou is still as stubborn as he was before. He should have contacted us a long time ago. We are in Beijing, so it is much easier for him to move around than under the watchful eyes of his family in Star City."

The university still has a certain influence in the cultural world. I can start an initiative within the university, unite some professors of history and archaeology, and write professional articles to demonstrate the important value and irreplaceability of the Taifu Former Residence from an academic perspective."

Su Miao's eyes lit up, and hope ignited in her heart: "Great! If I can get the support of the teachers, it will definitely attract more people's attention!"

After hanging up the phone, Su Yuanzheng said happily:

"Your teacher really has a sense of social responsibility. It's almost the New Year, and no matter how anxious they are, they probably won't start construction during this period. That gives you more time."

"Yes, if we can amplify public opinion during this period, the Hunan provincial government will definitely pay attention and re-evaluate this project."

At the same time, in Xingcheng, Professor Zhou, Jiang Xu and some scholars who are very concerned about this project are also working intensively.

Kobayashi contacted many old classmates and got some inside information from them.

The news they received was the same as what they had learned before. Although the city was determined to promote the project, some provincial leaders still had reservations about it. In that case, their current efforts would not be meaningless.

Jiang Xu had already written an article titled "How Can a Millennium of Cultural Heritage Be Severed?" He faxed it back to the magazine and persuaded his uncle to let him publish it in the latest issue of Echo.

Professor Zhou ran around and joined forces with other experts in the field of cultural relics protection to jointly submit a letter of opinion to the province. He also found his former colleague, Zhao Yi, who is currently the deputy director of the Hunan Provincial Department of Culture.

In the office, the two had a long talk. Professor Zhou used earnest words to express the importance of the Taifu's former residence, hoping to get Zhao Yi's support.

However, Su Miao, who was far away in Yongcheng, had no idea about these things. She was following her father to buy New Year's goods.

Su Miao sat on the back of the tricycle, feeling the breeze brought by the vehicle, which was cool but not cold.

Looking at the familiar buildings on both sides of the street, I felt as if I was back to three years ago when my father and I first came to Nanning.

At that time, the store was small with only a few people, so people could just buy the New Year's goods and take them home.

Now Su Ji has developed into a large team. Not to mention one tricycle, even two tricycles cannot pull all the loads.

Therefore, we still adopted the method of the previous year, placing orders first and then arranging people to pick up the goods. If some items are purchased from private wholesale departments, delivery is also guaranteed.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the streets are already bustling with people, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining can be heard one after another.

This is the busiest time of the year at the market. Everyone seems eager to spend all the money they have saved in a year. There are a wide variety of goods in the market, in shops, and on both sides of the road, including food, drink, and clothing.

Distributing rice and cooking oil during the Chinese New Year is the most practical and popular thing now, so they go to the grain and oil station first.

At this time, many people were already queuing in front of the store, some of them holding large stacks of food coupons with expectant expressions on their faces.

Because the news of the impending cancellation of food coupons has spread, many families are thinking of using up all the food coupons in their homes while stocking up on goods for the New Year.

Su Ji is a catering business and is usually a major grain buyer. They definitely don’t have grain coupons and only buy grain at negotiated prices.

They usually come to buy grain in large quantities and are already very familiar with the manager of the grain and oil station's sales department. The father and daughter parked their car downstairs and went directly to the office on the second floor through the side door.