Zhang Weiguo said, "Hello, Auntie. I am here to buy liquor, which is the liquor I brew myself. Do you have any at home?"

"White wine, we have this."

"Our old man is the best at making wine."

"You want fifty cents a pound?"

"Yes, ma'am, take whatever you have."

"I can't sell them all to you. They are our old man's treasures."

"The old man in our family likes to make wine, but he doesn't drink much, so he left a lot of liquor."

Zhang Weiguo followed the aunt to a cellar.

There were many wine jars inside.

There are dozens of jars of wine.

"Auntie, you have a lot of liquor at home."

"No, I saved them all. The earliest one was when I got married."

"That's a long time ago."

"Fifty-five years."

"It's been a long time."

These are all jars weighing ten kilograms.

The aunt picked out ten jars of wine.

"I'll just sell you these ten jars of wine."

"OK."

These jars weighing ten kilograms each cost five yuan, and ten jars cost fifty yuan.

Zhang Weiguo gave the old lady fifty yuan.

The aunt didn't expect that these could be sold for so much money.

He was reluctant to sell the other wines.

The aunt is very familiar with these wines and can tell when each jar of wine was brewed.

The aunt still has a lot of feelings for these wines.

Zhang Weiguo carried out the ten jars of wine one by one.