(Thanks to Chen Xiaoshu, I don't want to die; 14, Feng Lufeng's reward! The Sanjiang ticket is too far apart, I beg everyone again! Please!)

The next day, a radio in Ah Cheng's house was worth tens of thousands of yuan, which stimulated the villagers again, and suddenly found that those old things were really valuable. In the past, families who threw away some old items regretted it.

Yang Fan followed Chen Fugui to a family, and the family didn't go out to work, just waiting for Yang Fan and them to come over and wait for the driver.

The entrance here is a vegetable patch with two very large osmanthus trees on the side.

Under the osmanthus tree, a man is wielding a hoe and digging in the dirt under the tree.

"Why are you digging such a big hanging tree?" Chen Fugui didn't understand.

These two osmanthus trees grow a large number of osmanthus flowers every year, and the fragrance is far away. In addition, there will be many people in the village who come to pick some osmanthus flowers and make osmanthus cakes at that time. Isn't it a bit of a pity to dig it up now?

"Who said I dig the laurel tree? You take Boss Yang into the house and sit for a while, and I'll come later." Mother-in-law, hurry in and pour tea. The peasant man said.

Although it was a little strange what the hell that guy was digging, since it wasn't digging trees, he didn't bother to ask.

A simple woman poured tea for everyone before explaining: "There are a few jars hidden under the trees outside, which may be valuable, and they have been hidden under for a long time." Last night, the old man remembered this. ”

The old man in the family listened to his son complaining last night, why didn't the old lady leave some items for them. The old man recalled for a while, and then remembered that when he was very young, he remembered that his grandfather had dug wine from under the two osmanthus trees, and it seemed that there were still a few jars underneath, and the back had not moved, and he was too lazy to dig it!

Therefore, those jars, to say the least, have decades, or even hundreds of years, are considered old things, right?

His son listened and almost didn't dig it out overnight. But I was afraid that I would dig accidentally at night and break it, so I lost sleep all night and waited until dawn, and my teeth were not brushed, so I carried a hoe outside to dig up.

"Yes, I can assure you, the altar must be seventy or eighty years old. The old man, who was close to 70 years old, said that he was still in good spirits. Although these mountain villages are backward and remote, the environment is good, so that the people here are also long and healthy.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he bet that the jar was definitely not worth much. That thing is clay pottery, even if it is an object of the Ming Dynasty, no one necessarily wants it.

What he fancied was the wine hidden underneath. It's been so many years, and it's definitely mellow.

Although Yang Fan is not an alcoholic, he is an alcoholic, but if he has a few jars of good wine hidden at home, he will greet guests in the future, and he will have something to show his hand.

After drinking tea, Yang Fan first looked at the things that were moved out, there was nothing to look at, and he quickly sentenced them to death. This made everyone pin their hopes on the objects under the trees.

Yang Fan simply leaned over to see how he dug up.

It seems to be buried quite deep, almost a meter deep, and there is no shadow yet. Even the man who was digging in the mud was a little skeptical that his own Lao Tzu was not very good at his brain, and he remembered it wrongly. Around the tree, he dug halfway.

"Dad, are you mistaken? Maybe not this one!" he asked, wiping his sweat quietly.

The old man glared, "How is it possible? My memory is much better than that of you kid." That's right, you keep digging, and it's like a meter radius under your feet. ”

"What kind of wine?" Yang Fan also asked.

"Home-brewed osmanthus wine, hehe! That was a long time ago. My old lady's generation made wine specifically for the village. Later, though, everyone learned. ”

In the end, the old man was still a little embarrassed, the technical secrecy was not enough, he smashed his own job, and finally became a farmer.

At this moment, the man who was digging suddenly stopped, hurriedly threw down the hoe, and then carefully dug with his hands to loosen the soil little by little.

Yang Fan looked down and saw that the top end of a wine jar was still sealed with mud and some cloth tied to it, but the cloth had become very fragile and as fragile as paper.

"That's right! Be careful not to break the jar. The old man laughed.

Wine is not important to them, and it may become better when buried underneath, but it is only a little better and not worth much. The jar is different, it may be a baby, if it is the same as others, buy tens of thousands of yuan, then it will be less than ten or twenty years of struggle.

"It's just right, let the boss also taste the osmanthus wine that my family used to brew, it must be better if it has been hidden for so long. The old man said.

He had already taken over a jar of wine handed over by his son, and the jar was the size of a watermelon.

The old man asked his daughter-in-law to wash a few bowls inside, and gently patted the mud open, for fear of damaging the jar.

A smell of wine mixed with a faint fragrance of osmanthus wafts out, even if people who don't know how to drink can know that this is good wine. If the drunkard is present, I don't know if I have to drink it.

The wine was poured out, the color of amber was mellow and thick, which made people's throats surge.

Yang Fan took a sip, the mouth was fragrant with osmanthus, slightly sweet, after drinking, the tip of the tongue was refreshing, the teeth were fragrant, and the aftertaste was endless. After the osmanthus wine is in the stomach, it feels like a warm fire, which slowly spreads to the limbs, which is very comfortable.

"Good wine, it seems to have added some medicinal herbs, right?" Yang Fan said.

Pure osmanthus wine has no such effect, although it has been hidden for a long time.

"It seems that the boss is a good drinker, and he can drink it. That's right, it's said that some medicinal herbs were put in it, but I don't know the specifics, I wasn't born yet, and the wine was buried. "He was also a child, and I remember what the old man used to say.

The men who dug the soil have dug out the wine jars one after another, a total of seven altars, including the one that was opened.

"Boss Yang, do you think this jar is worth it?" patted the soil on his hands, and then took a bowl of wine brought by his daughter-in-law without hesitation, and drank it in a big gulp.

Yang Fan shook his head: "The jar is made of clay pottery, which is very rough and worthless. However, the wine is worth a lot of money. ”

Hearing the first half of the sentence, the family's eyes dimmed. The latter sentence made them glow again.

"How much is it worth?"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you a jar of 5,000 yuan." ”

Outside, it's certainly not the price. This wine is hundreds of years old, and a jar is tens of thousands, especially this special wine.

Those people were stunned, the jar was worthless, but the wine became a jar of 5,000 yuan. There are also six altars here, that is, 30,000 yuan. Thinking of the five thousand yuan that a few people drank just now, the family felt a little cramp in their mouths.

When have you ever drunk something so expensive? Just one sip, it was hundreds of yuan, and I couldn't wait to spit it out.

"Alas, Boss Yang, why didn't you say it earlier?" If you said it earlier, he wouldn't have drunk it.