In the late autumn of p>1934, when Yang Rongxian was dying, he mumbled the birth names of his eight sons. The family members who stayed by the old man's side couldn't stop crying, and they couldn't bear to tell him the bad news of the 8 brothers' sacrifice. With regret, the old man left the world. In order to always remember the glory of their fathers, Yang Rongxian's grandchildren piled up eight empty graves on the hillside of their hometown. Every year, they all went to visit the graves to worship.