Joke vernacular

When the river rose, a humanitarian tried to wade across the river, but when he reached the middle reaches, the water rushed down and drifted for half a mile. His son found a boat to save him. The boat asked for money, and then he went there. My son only pays 50 cents, and the price is uncertain for a long time. When his father was dying, he looked back at his son and said, "My son, my son, five cents can save him." No money can save him. "