We lived off the land
I was born and raised in a modern style home, a hundred miles from the closest stop light or mall.
My family were subsistence farmers, which means they subsisted off the land for all of their needs, and didn’t interact with people at all.
There were big gardens and fields for growing trees, which the people I was with and I lived on, and sold the excess for extra money. When we needed meat, we used our animals that we raised. We had an orchard for fruit and tons of crops for vegetables. We even could get cheese and milk. Everything we needed was right on the land. My parents were both smokers, but grew their own tobacco to smoke from hand made corn cob pipes… Later on, I discovered they also grew and smoked boatloads of cannabis from those same pipes after the adolescents had gone to bed. All the little add ons around the house that I took for granted had been given by my folks selling cannabis, which was a profitable currency crop. They weren’t marijuana dealers or pot farmers, just respected folks who grew a few dozen cannabis plants to sell to their buddies and neighbors. I would come to find out that more than 2 upstanding members of the local area, including police force, preachers, and firemen, purchased marijuana from my folks. Looking at it through that lens, my family was providing a community repair by peacefully, quietly growing and selling marijuana to the nice people who needed it. Of course I had no clue about any of this when I was growing up, I never heard about the marijuana growing until I came back home from college. After that, I never had to buy my own cannabis ever again, my parents would hook myself and others up with a pound whenever I saw them.