Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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As the reputation spread, the market reacted incredibly well.

Many people came by word of mouth, and apart from the bassinets and beds, Yan Jinsu also designed several small wooden toys, which Mr. Xie incorporated into the bassinets and beds, making them even more exquisite and turning them into the perfect gifts for baby’s first-month celebration.

Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi benefited from this, as Mr. Xie occasionally took some small toys in his hands, developing many wooden toys.

Although they could only be played with in the hands, aside from the jingling bells, they made no other sounds, but for a few months old baby, the sound itself was enough to attract their attention.

Thus, Mr. Xie made a good profit with his bassinets and beds.

The old man was quite adept at business; recognizing regular customers, he would occasionally add some small toys he discovered himself, using excess wood scraps for woodcarving.

Shapes like little rabbits, little turtles, and little flowers, all followed Yan Jinsu’s guidance, at least half the size of a palm, safe enough even if a child put them in the mouth – they wouldn’t choke, safety was a priority.

Later, as Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi grew more active, Yan Jinsu suggested that Mr. Xie make the small cribs they are now using, continuously developing new practical cribs, and Mr. Xie’s craftsmanship never stopped, even foregoing his favorite pastime of playing chess.

Yan Jinsu with a sidelong glance: Her parents-in-law, an old couple, were both determined not to lose this competition, each holding their breath to see who could earn more money!