If you are not as old as I am, and most folks aren't, you probably do not recall the old time farming, with horses and mules, or even oxen, and doing much of the row cultivation and harvesting strictly by hand.
It was certainly a rough and tiresome method of farming here in the rural South, especially in our immediate area of hills and mountains, very little level land with good sandy soil, but mostly hard red clay with many, many rocks on slopes and hillsides. We had to work from just after daylight until sundown, with a short break for lunch. We always used mules, they were more gentle and steady than the fiery horses or the creeping pace of the oxen. All these animals were pitiable. They worked the hours that we did, but they pulled the plow through that red clay while we only wrestled to steer it and keep it in the ground.
But God blessed most of us with a good life of health, the best foods and fruits, cool, unpolluted water, fresh milk and eggs. And it taught us that our livelihood was not a handout. One of our neighbors, who was not a Christian in his earlier years, when approached by my father, and/or other Christians in an effort to get him to come to church made the remark, "I do not believe a man can live a Christian life and farm the land that I've got!" Fortunately, he later did become a Christian.
And as years past, came the advent of farm tractors and other machinery that took some of the backache out of raising crops, plus many of us left the farm. I don't think I have ever been as happy though as when we were going through those difficult years. No air conditioning, no refrigerators, no televisions, very few cars (my father had a model T Ford until 1937.), outdoor toilets, kerosene lamps for light at night, and on and on. Those were modern times, consider life during Jesus' time.