"Blessed! Blessed!"
The Dog Commander shouted while walking, his clothes were in rags, his face covered with dust, a look aptly described by a local saying in Jingzhou.
His hair rusted into a mat, lice raised into badgers.
The Dog Commander was also a pitiable person. Though he was the guardian of the village, people of Jiuniu Pass didn't dislike him; whenever there was some leftover food, or subpar rice and flour, they would send it to his home.
The Dog Commander's real name wasn't Dog Commander; he was called Blessed.
When Chen Mo was little, he heard adults chatting at home, saying that a person's name could influence their fate, and the adults chatted enthusiastically.
Chen Mo asked: with such a good name like Blessed, why wasn't he blessed now?
After a moment of silence among the adults, Chen Mo's bottom ended up swollen for the entire afternoon.
