This scene also made Yang Jing stunned for a moment. Cheng Zi beside him explained: "Since I discovered the wine cellar from the old house two days ago, my uncle and my cousin have come here. There is no way. My family is small, so my uncle and others have come to help guard. The shorter one is my eldest uncle, the taller one is my second uncle, and the others are my cousins ​​from my uncle's family and my aunt's family."

Yang Jing nodded to show his understanding. If he had found such a high-value old wine in an old house in the wilderness, he would have to arrange for people to take care of him for 24 hours a day.

Obviously, Chengzi's mother's family is very large, so people came to watch Chengzi's mother's mother.

"Brother-in-law, why do you still bring someone here?" Cheng Zi's uncle came over and asked quietly.

"Well, this is a customer brought by a classmate from Chengzi University. After hearing the news, he rushed over overnight. I had tasted the jar of Kaifeng's old wine at home. Now, I have to come over to have a look, and your sister and I have brought them over."

Yang Jing nodded at Cheng Zi's uncle with a smile, and then approached the old house under Cheng Zi's leadership.

The old house covers a considerable area, which is larger than Chengzi's home. Unfortunately, the old house has now become ruins. Except for a few pieces of adobe walls, it is still tenaciously standing upright, and other things such as the roof are gone.

No wonder, when the government took back the ancestral home of Chengzi's family, Chengzi's father was only three or four years old. Now Chengzi's father is almost sixty years old. The house has been uninhabited for more than fifty years, so it was naturally destroyed.

It is also strange to say that this house is not afraid of wind or rain, but afraid of no popularity. Even if a newly-launched house is not living in for a few years, then the house will soon become dilapidated. And all old houses that have been around for hundreds of years, as long as there are people living in and popular, the house will still be extremely strong.

I walked into the ruins from a cleared path, and then stood in front of a ruin that should be the west wing. Among the ruins, a place that had been cleared out was clearly seen on the ground, on the ground, a very large hole was covered with wooden boards.

"This is the wine cellar dug by my ancestors. The old wines are stored here. The wine cellar is just below the original west wing. When my father cleaned the old house a few days ago, he dug a lot of rotten firewood from the ruins above the entrance of the wine cellar. I guess my grandfather and my grandfather used firewood to death, so the Red Guards did not discover the wine cellar. Later, the house collapsed directly, and no one discovered the wine cellar."

Bi's father came over with a few flashlights, handed Yang Jing and Wang Jiazan one by one, and then lifted the wooden board covering the entrance of the wine cellar. Yang Jing leaned over and shone it down with the flashlight, and found that the wine cellar was quite deep, with a stone step extending down from the entrance to the bottom of the cellar.

A strong aroma of wine was opened as the wooden boards suddenly rushed out of the wine cellar, which made people feel a little intoxicated.

Bifu said: "The wine cellar has been open for two days, and the air inside is fine, but the wine smells a little hot."

"Uncle, this doesn't matter. For a little drunk, this taste is the most beautiful."

Father Bi laughed.

Bifu led the way down the steps from the entrance, and Yang Jing and Wang Jiazan followed behind, but the others did not follow.

The wine cellar is not small in size. Yang Jing estimated that it was more than 150 square meters, and seven or eight pillars built from bricks and stones steadily supported the top of the heavy wine cellar. The height of the wine cellar is not short, about two and a half meters, which is almost the same as the height of a modern building.

In the wine cellar, there are shelves made of bricks and stone slabs, which are densely packed almost all over the entire wine cellar, with a passage for people to enter and exit in the middle.

However, most of these shelves were empty, and there were only a few shelves north of the wine cellar. There were jars of neatly arranged earthenware jars, which were no different from the one Yang Jing saw from Chengzi’s house just now. Some jars had been wiped clean, and many jars had very heavy dust on them.

"These wines were left by my father and my grandfather back then. There were 219 jars in total. One jar was taken out for testing and for customers to taste. Three people came here in the past two days and bought seven jars. Now the remaining 211 jars of old wines are all here."

Yang Jing walked over with a flashlight, and gently touched his left hand while walking. The outsider looked as if he was stroking these wine jars, but Yang Jing had quietly activated the "identification" skill of the holy ring.

The jar of old wine I tasted at Chengzi’s house just now is indeed an old wine with a history of more than 60 years of cellaring. No, it’s a must-have. Now there are so many old wine jars in the wine cellar. Yang Jing thinks it is still very necessary to identify them.

Isn’t there a joke that says this? “The old nun says that you can’t believe even cucumbers and eggplant now…”

Yang Jing almost identified more than 200 jars of old wine, and it took more than ten minutes.

Bi's father was not in a hurry. He waited until Yang Jing came back, and then asked with a smile: "Xiao Yang, how about these wines?"

Yang Jing nodded and said, "Very good! I wonder what Uncle Bi is going to sell it? Also, how much do you plan to sell it?"

The results of the appraisal just now were beyond Yang Jing's expectations.

These 211 jars of old wines are true old wines. Among them, the shortest wine was brewed in 1955, with a total of 58 jars; the old wine brewed in 1952, which is 42 jars of wine brewed in a batch with the old wine that Yang Jing tasted at Chengzi’s house just now; there were 33 jars of old wine brewed in 1948; there were 32 jars of old wine brewed in 1942; the remaining old wines were brewed between 1938 and 1955, ranging from one or two jars to three or four jars.

As for the brewer, the wine brewed before 1950 was Bi Qinghai, and I guess this Bi Qinghai should be Cheng Zi’s grandfather. And the wine brewed after 1950 had one more Bi Yuanze, and this person should be Cheng Zi’s grandfather.

The wine with the most thoughts on cellars is the old wine brewed in 1938.

During dinner, Wang Jiazan once said that Chengzi's grandfather was originally a wine brewing maker in Fushuncheng. Later, after the Japanese devils came to Beijing, Chengzi's grandfather came out of Fushuncheng and worked by himself.

It was 1937 that the Japanese devils entered Yanjing City, and these three jars of old wine were brewed in 1938. Obviously, these three jars of old wine should be Chengzi's old man, that is, the first batch of wine brewed by the old man Bi Qinghai after leaving Fushuncheng. Later, these three jars of old wine have been hidden in the wine cellar and have been discovered until now.

But no matter which jar of old wine it is, it is an extremely rare old wine in the cellar today. This is a serious old wine in the cellar, not those old wines that are "contained for decades" or even "contained for hundreds of years" that are fooled in advertisements.

Those big wineries may have old wines that have been stored for decades, but they are all used to garnish new wines. They are reluctant to sell these old wines that have been stored for decades.

It is precisely for this reason that whenever those old wines that have been hidden in the cellar for decades appear at auction, they will be sold at a sky-high price.

These old wines, no matter from any aspect, are extremely rare old wines. As long as you take a photo, it is absolutely no problem to buy a jar of wine for one hundred and eight hundred thousand yuan - Erguotou is also a famous Chinese wine!

Therefore, as long as Bifu is willing to sell all the old wines in the wine cellar, Yang Jing will definitely take them all without hesitation.

After passing this village, there is really no such store. Especially as a quasi-drinking drunk, Yang Jing will never let go of these old wines.

When Bi's father heard Yang Jing's question, his honest face suddenly showed a smile, and under the light, he looked a little hideous.

"Xiao Yang, what you mean..."

"As long as Uncle Bi, you want to sell it, I can eat all these wines." Yang Jing said very surely.

Bifu was stunned for a moment, then asked in disbelief: "If you want it all, it will be more than 40 million!"

Yang Jing smiled and shook his head and said, "Uncle Bi, money is not a problem, but now it's all right now, so it may be too late to cash, but if you agree to transfer the money, the money will be paid in minutes."

Bi's father hesitated for a moment. As an old farmer who repaired the earth all year round, he still distrusts money transfers and other things.

After thinking for a while, Bi's father said, "Why should I go up and discuss with your aunt?"

Yang Jing smiled and said, "This is no problem. Anyway, the wine cellar is a little nervous. Let's go out and have a breath before talking." As he said that, Yang Jing took the lead in walking up the steps.

When he got up, Wang Jiazan gently pulled Yang Jing and whispered: "Are you really planning to buy these wines? Two hundred thousand per bottle, and buying these wines will cost more than 42 million."

Yang Jing said: "Money is not a problem. The key is whether people are willing to sell them all to me or not. These wines are all good things, real good things that you can't buy even if you have money. Now that there is such a great opportunity in front of you, why should I let it go?"

Wang Jiazan shook his head speechlessly and stopped saying a word.

Bi's father, Bi's mother and Chengzi's family gathered together and discussed for a long time. Then Bi's father walked over with Bi's mother.

"Xiao Yang, transfer money is OK, but I want to leave a few jars of wine. After all, these wines were brewed by my grandfather and my father. I want to leave a few jars as a thought."

After hearing this, Yang Jing was a little disappointed, but what he said was reasonable. These wines were all genuine ancestral things for the Bi family, and it was understandable that they would leave some of them.

"Uncle Bi, how much do you want to keep?"

"Well, my aunt discussed it. Don't there be 211 jars of these wines in total? We left a fraction of them and sold them all to you. Do you think it's done?"

"Okay! Then let's sign an agreement now, and I'll transfer the money to you directly?" Yang Jing didn't expect that his father only planned to leave eleven jars of old wine, which was nothing, so he immediately had to sign an agreement to transfer the money.

When Bi's mother and Bi's father saw that Yang Jing agreed happily, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, they were also worried that they would not be able to sell the wine. The three customers who heard the news in the past two days also started to slap their chests and brag, but in the end, the three of them took away a total of seven jars of wine.

Bi's father and Bi's mother also knew that these old wines were very valuable, but they knew better that the amount of these wines was a bit large, and it was obviously impossible to take out according to the auction price, but the price of 200,000 is not something that ordinary people can afford.
Chapter completed!