This scene also made Yang Jing stunned for a moment. Cheng Zi beside him explained: "Since the wine cellar was discovered in the old house two days ago, my uncle and my cousin have come here. There is no other way. I have a small family, so my uncle and his cousins took the initiative to come and help guard it. The short one is my eldest uncle, the tall 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 that he understood. If he found such a valuable old wine in an old house in the wilderness, he would definitely arrange for someone to look after it 24 hours a day.
Obviously, Chengzi's mother's family is very large, so someone came to look after these old wines for Chengzi's mother.
"Brother-in-law, why are you bringing people here at this time?" Chengzi's uncle came over and asked quietly.
"Well, this is a client brought here by a classmate from Chengzi University. He rushed here overnight after hearing the news. He just tasted the opened jar of old wine at home, and now he insisted on coming to take a look, so your sister and I brought him here."
Yang Jing smiled and nodded at Chengzi's uncle, then approached the old house under Chengzi's leadership.
The old house covers a large area, even larger than Chengzi's house. Unfortunately, the old house has now become a ruin. Except for a few sections of adobe walls that are still standing stubbornly, everything else, such as the roof, is gone.
It's no wonder. When the government reclaimed Chengzi's ancestral home, 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 naturally fell into ruin.
This house is also strange. It is not afraid of wind or rain, but it is afraid of lack of people. Even if it is a newly built house, if no one lives in it for a few years, it will soon become dilapidated. However, all the old houses that are hundreds of years old will remain strong as long as there are people living in them.
He walked into the ruins from a cleared path, and then stopped in front of the ruins of what should be the west wing. In the ruins, in an area that had been cleared, he could clearly see a large hole covered with wooden boards.
"This is the wine cellar that my ancestors dug. The old wines are stored in it. The wine cellar is right below the original west wing. When my dad was cleaning up the old house a few days ago, he dug out a lot of rotten firewood from the ruins above the entrance to the wine cellar. I guess my grandfather and my great-grandfather used firewood to cover the entrance to the wine cellar, so the Red Guards didn't find the wine cellar. Later, the house collapsed, and no one found the wine cellar anymore."
Father Bi came over with a few flashlights and handed one to Yang Jing and Wang Jiazan, and then lifted the wooden board covering the entrance to the wine cellar. Yang Jing came closer and shone the flashlight down, and found that the wine cellar was quite deep, with a stone staircase extending from the entrance to the bottom of the cellar.
As the wooden board was opened, a rich aroma of wine rushed out from the wine cellar, and the smell was somewhat intoxicating.
Father Bi said: "The wine cellar has been open for two days. The air inside is fine, but the smell of wine is a bit strong."
"Uncle, it doesn't matter. For a little drunkard, this taste is the most beautiful."
Father Bi laughed.
Bi's father led the way down the stairs from the entrance, followed by Yang Jing and Wang Jiazan, but the others did not follow.
The wine cellar was not small. Yang Jing estimated that it was more than 150 square meters. Seven or eight brick and stone pillars supported the heavy top of the wine cellar. The height of the wine cellar was not low, about two and a half meters, which was almost the same as the height of a modern building.
In the wine cellar, there are shelves made of bricks and slabs of stone, which are densely packed and almost cover the entire cellar, with a passage in the middle for people to enter and exit.
However, most of these shelves were empty. Only on a few shelves in the north of the wine cellar were there neatly arranged earthenware jars, which were no different from the wine jars Yang Jing had seen at Chengzi's house. Some of the wine jars had been wiped clean, and many of them were covered with very thick dust.
"These wines were left by my father and grandfather. There are 219 jars in total. One jar was taken out for testing and for customers to taste. Three people came and bought seven jars in the past two days. Now the remaining 211 jars are all here."
Yang Jing walked over with a flashlight, and gently touched them with his left hand as he walked. To outsiders, it seemed as if he was touching the wine jars, but Yang Jing had quietly activated the "identification" skill of the holy ring.
The jar of old wine that I tasted at Chengzi's house just now is indeed an old wine with a cellar history of more than 60 years, no doubt about it. But one must be on guard, and now there are so many old wine jars in the wine cellar, Yang Jing thinks it is very necessary to identify it.
There’s a joke that goes, “Old nuns say that now even cucumbers and eggplants can’t be trusted…”
Yang Jing appraised more than 200 jars of old wine one by one, which took him more than ten minutes.
Father Bi was not in a hurry. He waited until Yang Jing came back, then asked with a smile: "Xiao Yang, how about these wines?"
Yang Jing nodded and said, "Very good! I wonder how you plan to sell it, Uncle Bi? And how much do you plan to sell it for?"
The result of the appraisal just now was better than Yang Jing expected.
These 211 jars of old wine are all authentic old wines. The wine with the youngest year was brewed in 1955, with a total of 58 jars; the old wine brewed in 1952, which is the same jar of old wine that Yang Jing tasted at Chengzi's house just now, has 42 jars; there are 33 jars of old wine brewed in 1948; there are 32 jars of old wine brewed in 1942; the remaining old wines were brewed between 1938 and 1955, and the number ranges from one or two jars to three or four jars.
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