They will likely never see most places beyond their small farming-community town, probably won't do air/train/ship travel and they probably will never see even $X00,000 in net-worth.
But sometimes it seems that they are probably happier than the rest of us. Sitting in our cubicles, working 80 hours per week for 40-hour/week jobs, just to earn that little more money or get a slightly better job-title.
While they enjoy the land, the openness and live directly next to nature, the rest of us just "consume".
We eat, cohabit and slog away the valuable asset of time, just to repeat this cycle. We site behind keyboards, spending "10,000" hours mastering things that don't matter as much as the food we need from these kinds of people (who seem like farmers). We create pointless profiles and indulge in the gamification of these centralized ad-monsters, who steal our time through artificial "likes", "retweets", "upvotes", "stars", etc.
Granted, these people are homogenous and can make a system like this work. I just hope that the poison of alcoholism doesn't ruin them and what they're attempting to do in a country that is somewhat ravaged by drugs/cartels (or pointed out to be by the centralized mass-media cartel).