I think it might just be our western upbringing doing that to us, where we'd grown up listening to the stories of idle white people who had nothing better to do living in a cabin by a well-kept lake, extolling the virtues of an agrarian life while someone else fed and clothed him. Or perhaps it's frontier myth-making, manifest destiny, the red men driven out before the might of guns and smallpox. There are all these romanticized notions of living in such a fashion, or maybe it really was somewhat decent for some subset of Europeasants--I remember reading an account, anyways, of an 1700's Italian traveler remarking that Britain was the nicest place he'd ever visited, except for how the food sucked and the people only drank beer and the women were too big and ugly.
I'm just thinking back to my Korean Experience, and all we heard when I was young was about the constant utter misery of it, peasants stripping bark off trees to stew for subsistence, eating grass, or getting raped by Japanese invaders.