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A summary of the plot of the seventy-fifth and seventy-sixth chapters of A Dream of Red Mansions

Seventy-five times: the banquet, lamenting the Mid-Autumn Festival with new words.

Grandmother Jia was very uncomfortable when she heard that the Zhen family had been copied. After eating, the old lady listened to Yuanyang and returned the two bowls of vegetables that Jia She had sent. Grandmother Jia asked Xifeng, Baodai and Lan Xiaozi to bring soup.

You found gambling, including Jia Zhen, Mrs. Xing's younger brothers Xing Dequan and Xue Pan. Uncle Xing expressed his dissatisfaction with Mrs Xing by discussing the potential of money. Jia Zhen enjoys the moon in the green hall of Huifang Garden. In the middle of the night, there was a sigh near the ancestral temple on the other side of the wall. Jia Zhen became suspicious.

August fifteenth. Grandmother Jia praised Jia Zhen for sending good moon cakes, but not so good watermelons. Grandmother Jia helped Baoyu to enjoy the moon in the garden, and everyone surrounded Grandmother Jia to the Terrapin Village. Jia Mu lamented that there were very few people. Deliver the parcel: Jia Zheng said that he was afraid of his wife's jokes; Baoyu doesn't tell jokes, but enjoys writing poems. Jia She told a joke about her parents' partiality. Jia She praised Jia Zheng and talked about his future.

Seventy-sixth session: the flute in Topi Hall feels sad and lonely, while the poem in Concave Crystal Hall feels sad and lonely.

Baochai's sister's house went to the full moon, and both Li Wan and Xi Feng were ill. Grandmother Jia lamented that there were few people. Jia forgave the crooked foot, and the grandmother told Mrs. Xing to go back. You's family didn't come home because her father-in-law was in mourning, so Rong sent Mrs. Xing home.

Jia mu was eating wine and smelling the flute. Seeing that Jia She's wife said that Jia She didn't care, Jia She suffered from Jia She's parents' eccentric jokes, and Mrs. Wang explained. The flute sounded again, more desolate than before. The flute was filled with grief and indignation, and the grandmother broke down in tears.

Daiyu felt that there were few people and few scenes because of Grandmother Jia. Xiangyun advised her and accused Baochai of breaking her word. Two people came to concave crystal pavilion. Daiyu is the soul of Leng Yue's funeral. Xiangyun said that her poems were solid and novel, but they were too depressing. You shouldn't make such strange and complicated statements. Miaoyu also said it was too sad.

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The process of writing A Dream of Red Mansions;

A Dream of Red Mansions was born at the end of China feudal society in the18th century. At that time, the Qing government closed its doors to the outside world, and the whole country was immersed in the dream of Kangxi, Kangxi and Qianlong, and went to China. This period seems peaceful on the surface, but various social contradictions in the bones are intensifying, and the whole dynasty has reached a turning point from prosperity to decline. ?

During the Kang Yong period, Cao Jiazu Sun San worked in Jiangning for 58 years on behalf of four people. In its heyday, the Cao family had done four large-scale pick-up and drop-off of drivers. Cao Xueqin grew up in Nanjing and experienced a rich aristocratic life in his youth. However, the family gradually declined. In the sixth year of Yongzheng (1728), Cao Xueqin returned to Beijing with his family.

After returning to Beijing, he worked as a handyman in charge of literature and ink in a royal school, "Right-wing Religion". His family was poor and his life was difficult. In his later years, he moved to the western suburbs of Beijing, and his life was even poorer. He is "full of wormwood" and "the whole family often eats porridge and wine on credit". A Dream of Red Mansions was written in poverty after Cao Xueqin went bankrupt. The creation time is from the early years of Qianlong to about thirty years of Qianlong.