The iron door was slowly pushed open halfway, and a smell of earth wafted out like an old demon who had been imprisoned for thousands of years.

Everyone covered their noses in time, still choking on the unpleasant smell and coughing.

They didn't rush in, the cellar was closed for a long time, and the carbon dioxide concentration inside was extremely high, so they let in fresh air from the outside to replace the turbidity.

The flashlight shone through the half-hidden door, creating a foggy path of light.

Inside, it looked like a long and narrow corridor, and the walls were damp with water dripping from the top.

Emperor Wu took a look at the wall and the top, the surroundings are very smooth, there are obvious traces of polishing, the top is an arc, and the cave in the northwest of the country has the same magic.

Standing outside the iron gate for a while, the three young men had some sore necks, and they were not lightly tired from shearing sheep just now.

Uncle Frank was very energetic, he was more curious about the world behind the iron gate than anyone else, and before that he had worked on the ranch for thirty years, and he had been curious about this place for thirty years, and the cellar had always been an attraction to him.

Uncle Frank offered to go to the front, everyone had no opinion, this is not a tomb robbery, there is no danger.

He lit a candle and stretched it forward as far as he could, using it as a detector for the oxygen content of the air.

Frank turned his head and made a mysterious "shhh

He stared at his eyes and put his finger in front of his mouth, looking like an old playboy, and his beard was blown up by him, like Santa Claus.

Bringing in the heavy iron door, the four of them walked slowly down the narrow corridor, worried about the emergence of biting animals such as bats and rats.

They have been breeding in the cellar for decades, and they have some kind of ancient germ in their bodies, and there is no medicine to match them.

Just like Count Canavon, who opened the door to the tomb of Pharaoh Tutankhamun in Egypt, finally got into a strange illness and died.

Luckily, no animals rushed out except for a few unknown reptiles.

Emperor Wu has read a lot of tomb robbery novels, and there are often clips of fighting with strange beasts in the king's tomb, so he brought a musket.

This made Turks feel nervous, and he joked that Emperor Wu was timid, but he carried his own Glock pistol.

Patricia was speechless, for he thought it was just a cellar, perhaps with some old furniture or farm equipment. Out of instinct, he wore a long coat and trousers, and picked up a wooden stick in his hand.

Frank is a true warrior, with shorts and shorts, without any protection, the weapon is a candle in his hand and a box of cigarettes, the cigarette roll is his best weapon, and Frank famously says that a cigarette will make him brave to challenge the African lion.

After walking more than ten meters in the damp corridor, there was an iron door on the left and right sides.

It's a difficult thing now, the wires of the chainsaw are not enough to pull here, and the lock on it is the same as the previous iron door, do you want to give up?

Of course not, because the key is on the lock!

"It must have been the person who built the cellar to prevent the key from being too many and getting confused, and simply hung the key on it. Frank lit a cigarette as he spoke, and could clearly see the smoke rings drifting in a straight line with the breeze to the exit.

At this time, Emperor Wu began to fantasize that the big iron gate outside "bar" let a mysterious man in black close, then it would be completely wiped out, and the Nanao ranch changed hands from then on.

Emperor Wu even fantasized that the person was the House brothers, or the old lady Sybil.

This is an emotion that normal people will have, and Emperor Wu has a slight claustrophobia. Fear of confined or crowded small places, fear that something bad will happen.

This stems from his elder sister Wu Ling, his own elder sister.

When I was a child, the toilet at home was a thatched pit fenced with red bricks, and the old sow was a neighbor, and the pig's head could poke next to the thatched pit.

Wu Ling always likes to tease his brother, locking him in a palm-sized pit, black and smelly, and an old sow watching him, when his parents were doing farm work in the field, Emperor Wu shouted that no one came to save him, which left a lot of psychological shadow on Emperor Wu.

Now every time I see a sow staring at me, I think of the painful experience when I was a child, and I feel uncomfortable.

Before Emperor Wu was eight years old, he thought that he was a toy given to his sister by his parents, and Wu Ling often joked with him. Four or five-year-old Emperor Wu believed it to be true, until he was eight years old, for the first time he heard that the four daughters of the old Wang family next door finally gave birth to a son, he saw Uncle Wang holding his son and couldn't put it down, at this time Emperor Wu understood what it meant to be "patriarchal".

After that, Wu Ling found that her younger brother had awakened, and he was not the stupid child who fed him chicken shit and filled his mouth.

"Hey boss, miss your little girlfriend?" Turks was stunned when he saw Emperor Wu looking at the door.

"Uh... I remembered something from my childhood. "Emperor Wu came back to his senses, and Uncle Frank had already opened an iron door.

Behind the door is a high-ceilinged room, the distance between the top and bottom is as high as one and a half people.

Emperor Wu looked at the place with a flashlight and swept it to a row of large barrels, like explosive barrels seen in the movie.

Smack!

The whole room suddenly lit up with a warm yellow light, and Frank saw the switch next to the door, and there was actually electricity inside.

The lights weren't too bright, but enough for four people to see the whole room.

The boxy room is very large, the walls are made of colored bricks, which looks very retro and artistic, and the top of the whole room is an arc, and a dozen thick long logs are staggered and horizontal at the top, cleverly supported together.

In the center of the room were thirty or forty wooden barrels, in a very orderly manner, some lying side by side, some standing in a row against the base of the wall.

"Holy, explosive kegs, it's over, we herd cattle on the arsenal every day. Emperor Wu patted his head.

"No, it's wine, thirty-seven barrels of wine. Frank said, and he stepped forward and patted the barrel, and there was a heavy echo.

Frank shook a relatively small wooden barrel, which was filled with the sound of liquid flowing.

Emperor Wu suddenly realized, slightly embarrassed, he had never seen a wine barrel since he was a child, and thought it was a dynamite barrel in the movie, a remnant of the war years or something.

Everyone knows that within a certain range, white and red wines are more valuable and taste better the older they are, while other drinks do not have this effect.

For example, the 82-year-old Lafite is worth more than the '82-year-old Sprite.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary home-brewed wine is difficult to achieve filtration, sterilization, etc. due to the lack of sufficient preservation conditions, and it will often deteriorate and grow white hairs after a long time, resulting in sour wine and peculiar smell.

Turning around, Emperor Wu found that each barrel had a note on it with a name and date written on it.

The earliest date is 1918, just after the end of World War I.

If this date is the date on which the cask was sealed, then the wine is almost 100 years old.

True "aged wine" refers to wine that is brewed and stored in sealed barrels, not bottled wine at home.

If the 37 barrels in the cellar had not turned sour, they would have been a very valuable vintage.

But a hundred years ago, no matter how powerful the wine-making technology was, the barrel sealing technology at that time was relatively backward, and I am afraid that the wine in the barrel had long since lost its taste.

Frank leaned in front of an oak barrel and sniffed it, shaking his head regretfully, "To be honest, these oak barrels have a good seal, but I guess the taste will not make people happy, it should be similar to boiled water." ”

It's a pity, but otherwise these World War I wines would have killed any winery in the world.