After returning to his modest cabin on the outskirts of Everwoods village, Ben set to work inspecting the timber hauled back by his longtime friend Liam the lumberjack. He sorted through the batch of raw lumber, selecting a few smaller planks with relatively smooth grain that looked suitable for crafting smaller commodities.

Though Liam had kindly provided the wood, it still required extensive refinement before Ben could shape it into sellable wares. He spent the next several hours planing and sanding the rough-hewn planks using hand tools from his carpentry box until he had produced a neat stack of uniform boards.

As Ben examined the batch of finished lumber, inspiration struck him. He recalled a friend from his days on Earth named Shelina who had sold beautifully carved wooden toys at a boutique shop. Intricately shaped into robots, trains, planes, and vehicles, Shelina's handmade playthings were always a hit with children.

Ben muttered aloud, "A set of wooden toy cars might make for a novel commodity here. I have yet to see such intricate carvings sold in any Nebula 9 market." The more he contemplated the idea, the more convinced Ben became that uniquely crafted wooden cars could capture local youngsters' attention in a way his previous noisy trinkets had not.

Selecting a board of light pine with a straight, fine grain, Ben marked it into sections then began slicing out small rectangles that would form the toy cars' bodies. Though he possessed only amateur carpentry skills compared to a master artisan like Shelina, Ben managed to cut the basic body shapes evenly.

Next came the fiddly process of carving axles, wheels, and other design details like headlights. After nearly an hour tinkering and tweaking his first attempt, Ben held up a completed miniature wooden car.

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"Well, it surely wouldn't meet Shelina's quality standards," he mused, noting a few uneven edges and crooked wheels. "But I reckon this novice effort should still impress the children around here who've never seen such novel playthings."

Pleased with his inaugural hand-carved toy, Ben set to work producing more carved cars from the cut lumber, gradually improving on the designs each round. As morning daylight crept into his dusty house, he had assembled an assortment of nearly one dozen wooden toy vehicles.

Feeling immense satisfaction at the efficiency and skill he had regained in his woodworking, Ben neatly packed up his batch of newly created wooden toys. He had not realized how much he missed working with his hands to transform raw materials into unique commodities through individual creativity. This gratifying process connected Ben to artisans and tradespeople in a manner his former magical proficiencies had preempted.

Glancing out his house window, Ben noticed Dawn's rosy fingers stretching across the morning sky. Remembering he hadn't slept in nearly two days, exhaustion suddenly overcame the exhilaration of his industrious inventing binge. Ben managed a few hours' rest before rising again to prepare his merchandise for the market.

Around mid-morning, whistling a cheerful tune with a large burlap sack of carved wooden toys in tow, Ben made his way back to the trade hub and his quaint corner bazaar stall. He marveled that just yesterday he had departed empty-handed, but Liam's providential lumber donation combined with Ben's resurfaced woodworking capacity had manifested an entire stock of novel commodities overnight.

As Ben proudly arranged his batch of original hand-carved cars and trucks across his kiosk counter, he swelled with reinvigorated enthusiasm. If these child-captivating playthings didn't generate enough sales to unlock that mysterious shopkeeper system interface, nothing would! Now brimming with optimism and renewed purpose, Ben straightened the toy lined-up display, took a satisfied breath, and opened his creaky shop door to greet the passing browsers.

After proudly arranging his batch of hand-carved wooden cars and trucks in front of his modest corner shop, Ben hesitated before heading inside. Glancing around at the vibrant bazaar with shoppers bustling about, he was struck with inspiration.

"Rather than wait for customers to wander in passively, I shall take the merchandise directly to them!"

He retrieved a woven grass mat from the shop storage room and unfurled it on the ground by the open doorway. Carefully, Ben transferred the assortment of intricately carved toy vehicles from the countertop to the mat, lining them up attractively. He then seated himself cross-legged behind the display and took a deep, rallying breath.