They wanted to buy a farm and I sold them mine.

But as for myself, I am well enough where I am, and have no wish to return." Madame Chapdelaine shook her head.

"There is no better life than the life of a farmer who has good health and owes no debts.

He is a free man, has no boss, owns his beasts, works for his own profit ...
The finest life there is!" "I hear them all say that," Lorenzo retorted, "one is free, his own master.

And you seem to pity those who work in factories because they have a boss, and must do as they are told.