The path of farming is like an unknown chemical reaction; you have to experience it for yourself.

Long ago, people used abundant grains and fruits to make alcohol.
So a region capable of making alcohol also signified abundant harvests.
Plainly put, alcohol is the result of a chemical reaction in crops.

Max talked about the changes before and after taking up farming.
He said with a smile that his income actually had not changed much, and that he had been lucky to encounter not too many obstacles along the way.
But the biggest gain was ease.
Everything he did each day became what he wanted to do, not what he had to do.
In all things, he moved at his own pace, controlling the speed and the weight himself.
No need to drift through the days in a daze.
However much you put into the land, the land gives back to you in equal measure. Very real, very grounded.
He spent more days with his family; in the past, to attend his child's gathering he still had to specially ask for leave.
After taking up farming, he could attend anything at any time, because everything was under control.
Being close to the land brought not only the matter of producing crops.
It also drew family ties closer.

Max had studied chemistry before, and although he later chose the seemingly unrelated path of farming,
the chemical changes between him and the land, besides that sense of groundedness, gradually added a sense of mission.

Seeking enough food to fill one's belly is easy; seeking contentment requires wisdom. The path of farming always brings people philosophy, waiting to be found.