I Embroidered Sister's Daughter's Cap, But Mother Wasn't Her

My junior sister and I are the last two heirs of the Southern School of yin-yang embroidery. I use a bone needle to embroider the dead, stitching the souls of those who cannot rest; she uses living thread to embroider the living, changing their fortunes. Three years ago, Clement Dickerson's coal mines in the county kept meeting with disaster, and his cash flow was on the verge of collapse. My junior sister embroidered a mountain-warding beast charm on his back, and the mines turned from ruin to safety. He came to ask for her hand bearing eight hundred and eighty thousand and three pounds of gold jewelry, and after the wedding, her very first pregnancy gave him triplet sons.