Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They then turned around and accused me of being of bad character.
A flash of sarcasm crossed the bottom of my eyes. I naturally remembered these two factories from my previous life. One recycled used sanitary products from public toilets for reuse and the other used toxic lead ink for printing.
The Willbrook Family had always taken advantage of the village. There was bound to be something fishy when things went wrong with good intentions. But anyone who asked around a little would know that these two factories were already struggling to make ends meet.
I asked in my heart, “How could they possibly make conscientious goods?”
However, after being reborn I do not want to be a good person anymore. The experience of my last life made me choose not to say anything more. Now that I have reached this point. I had already done my best to be kind.
As for the first thing I did when I came back from rebirth, I burned the paper money at home to my ancestors and gods. If it wasn't for their blessings, I wouldn't have had the chance to start over again.
However, in this life, Xaviera's paper money and unique funeral manoeuvres were deeply loved by the young people. She even became an internet celebrity or we called an influencer.
Many people ordered her paper money. They also booked her to conduct funerals.
The Willbrook Family's old and dilapidated small tiled house instantly turned into a small house within a month. Many people even said that since they used Xaviera's paper money, the grandmother who hadn't seen them for many years came to their dream.
Of course, it was not possible. If the money was not in place every year and so many evil things were burned, isn't it annoying? Waiting for the future, not to mention the grandmother, the old ancestors would have to dream to scold them.
These days, Xavier's orders were in short supply, but on my side, there was no one around. My grandmother's craft has not been passed on after all. If it wasn't for the continuation of this non-heritage technique, I wouldn't be doing this kind of business at all.
Looking at the paper store, I wondered whether to sell a little something else and change into a DIY.
Just as I was thinking about it, a young guy approached me. He wanted to order a large quantity of handmade paper money.
I pointed in the direction of Willowbrook's house. “You can order it over there.”