Help me some money

Watching Sylvia finally react and go to lift the quilt from the child, Elena heaved a sigh of relief and walked out the door.

As soon as she came out, Sonita, as if seeing a monster, quickly fled to the corner, obviously afraid of being approached by Elena.

However, Elena didn't pay much attention to her.

When she was about to leave the restroom, she found that Tyler suddenly appeared at the door.

Upon seeing Elena come out, his gaze shifted, seemingly a bit dodgy.

Had he been eavesdropping here the whole time, this man?

Elena was puzzled but too lazy to ask.

When she was about to bypass him and go out, Tyler suddenly raised his hand to block her way.

"Um..." He cleared his throat, seemingly hesitant, but eventually blurted out, "The doctor said... my mother needs to be hospitalized, and may need to buy a lot of medicines.

I don't have money." The words "no money" were whispered so softly that they were almost inaudible.

If Elena wasn't standing right beside him, she wouldn't have known what this man was saying.

"Why is it about needing money again?"

Elena recalled the original owner's private stash of money.

The former owner was a kind of person who would spend all her money on herself.

The money Tyler sent home every month would almost always be spent by her.

Now, she only had twenty-plus dollars in total. Judging from this man's reactions just now, he definitely has money.

Yet, he still came asking her for it? If he really had no money, Elena would have given him some without hesitation.

But why is he asking her for money when he clearly has some? Her doubtful gaze fell upon his face,

"Are you penniless? Not even a single cent?" Tyler seemed to blush a little at her words, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"I am still short of some," he responded.

"How much are you short of?" Elena asked. Tyler's brows knit slightly,

"Three dollars and fifty cents." "And the total is?"

"Four dollars." Elena's smile was now devoid of any emotions, even revealing a trace of danger.

With gritted teeth, she muttered under her breath, "After working for years, you are still poor!"

Tyler had previously stated that he had been promoted to the rank of platoon leader and, after deducting some necessary expenses, his salary was about forty dollars.

He allocated twenty-five to her, ten to his parents, and in theory, he should have been able to save the remaining money here and there over the years and have a couple of hundred dollars now.

But how come he only had fifty cents left now?

Aren't soldiers discharged with a severance pay? At this, Tyler lifted his head slightly, speaking candidly, "I sent it to the parents of a fallen comrade.

Their son made the ultimate sacrifice on the battlefield, so we collect some money every year to send to them." Elena felt like sighing again.

Ever since she arrived here, she felt like she had been sighing so much that she was turning into an old woman.

A single day here proved to be more exhausting than a week in her previous world.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reluctantly handed out four bucks.

"Why do you care for your comrade's parents and not about us?

The house is burnt down, mom is sick, and three wailing children needing nursing.

Do you think this paltry sum can get us by for long?"

The more Elena talked, the more aggrieved she felt.

How did she get herself into this mess just as she arrived?

"Enough," she waved a dismissing hand, then warned, "I'm out of money. I have no more left.

If you ask me for money again, beware, I'll scratch you to death!"

As she spoke, she made fierce gestures with her claws out, and her big amber eyes blinked with teardrops.

She may appear fierce, but there was no scare factor.

Rather, she came across a bit cute.

Tyler seemed to be entranced by her eyes, momentarily mesmerized. He watched as Elena walked away.

It wasn't until she completely disappeared from sight that he lowered his gaze to the money in his hands.

Following which, he clenched his hand tightly and held onto the money firmly. * Upon returning home, and finding the three unruly children were still not back, Elena quickly freshened up before lying down.

The money in her hands was diminishing quickly, so she began contemplating whether she could put the backyard into use to grow something.

It'd be best to grow some grains to alleviate the financial strain at home.

After all, purchasing food requires money, yet they are essential to living.

Corn? That won't work.

She had initially contemplated this but, on her way back, she noticed that the other fields missed the optimal time for sowing corn.

Remembering today's dinner, Elena thought, why not plant millet?

The lands in this era are fertile and free of additives, producing tasty and nutritious grains.

consumption promotes growth in children.

Having decided on millet, another problem appeared before Elena.

That is, they've genuinely run out of money. Her family doesn't even have seeds, let alone items to trade for them.

If she had to name something of potential value, it would only be a long-abandoned opium bed and a sewing machine.

The sewing machine only happened to be here because the previous owner loaned it to the second aunt of Klaus.

Otherwise, it would have been sold long ago.

These items aren't really worth much. In other words, their home was virtually empty.

Why is it that when others time-travel back to this era, they always manage to thrive and prosper, harnessing.

Yet, when it's her turn, she struggles with even deciding what to plant and where to acquire the seeds?

While she was pondering her life, a tall figure barged in through the door.

With one look from his intense, sharp eyes at the suitcase in the corner, he then turned to her, draped in confusion.

Elena was already feeling irritable, and upon encountering that gaze, she immediately glared back, turned around, and couldn't be bothered to say another word to him.

Tyler was, once again, plunged into a state of perplexing confusion.

In the past, as soon as he returned, his suitcase would have been thoroughly searched by Elena in a chaotic hunt for anything of value or any items she fancied.

But now, it seemed like she couldn't even "see" the suitcase.

This was utterly bizarre.

Judging by all her actions today, it was as if Elena had completely transformed into a completely different person.

Tyler ruminated for a little more, then tidied up his suitcase himself, took out a kraft paper bag, and handed it to Elena.

The sharp corners of the square envelope poked Elena's back.

She finally pivoted around, took one look at the envelope and asked in irritation,

"You're already back and yet you're writing me a letter?"

"Just read it first." Why go through the trouble of making everything so mysterious?

Was he trying to magic money into existence for her? Infuriated, Elena sat up on her bed and accepted the envelope.

Watching her open it, Tyler finally said, "We're running short of money at home.

You take these tickets and trade them for goods."

True enough, upon opening the envelope, it was filled with a stack of tickets.

Food ration tickets, to be precise!

This thick stack will be enough to support the household for some time and can be used to exchange for other items with villagers.

The issue of seeds is also settled! Elena instantly found Tyler more likable.

At least she's not as impatient as she was just now. She asked,

"Are you coming back for your stuff, going to take care of your mom tonight?"

Out of gratitude for the pile of food coupons in her hand, she still expressed concern very thoughtfully: "What did the doctor say

? Is your mom okay?"